Gamer System in Uchiha World[Completed]

Ch67- Backstab



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The more they battled, the more she dodged, the more Zabuza felt relieved. As if he was cheering her to escape his attacks. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he did. He was swinging his blade with ferocity that belied his inner thoughts, but his heart was beating madly in fear of hurting the woman in front of him. He was confused, his brain was in a jumble. 'Why do I feel this way? Is it because of her strength? Unyielding will? Or is it her beauty?' He didn't know.

Each time his sword cut through the air, a part of him expected her to be there, to feel the resistance of flesh and bone, to see the defeat in her eyes. But when she evaded yet again, a strange sense of relief washed over him. His body moved on instinct, the motions of battle ingrained into every fiber of his being, but his mind was elsewhere, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected emotions.

Zabuza's movements were a contradiction, a lethal dance that sought to end Kurenai's life while his heart unconsciously rooted for her survival. The mist around them seemed to thicken with his turmoil, reflecting the chaos within his soul. With each swing of his blade, his hesitation grew, a slight falter in his timing, a minuscule withdrawal of force, imperceptible to any onlooker but significant to him.

The Demon of the Mist, known for his cold and ruthless efficiency, found himself torn between his identity as a merciless killer and the burgeoning feelings that Kurenai evoked within him. He was a man who had weathered countless storms, who had stared death in the eye without flinching, but now, faced with the enigma of Kurenai, he felt like a leaf adrift in a tempestuous sea.

Kurenai, for her part, was a whirlwind of grace and fury. Her eyes, sharp and focused, missed none of Zabuza's hesitations. She could feel the slight changes in his rhythm, the fractional delays in his strikes, and she capitalized on them, her body moving with an almost preternatural grace. Each dodge was a whisper of silk, each counter a stroke of artistry. She was not just fighting for her life; she was fighting for every breath, every moment she could wrest from the clutches of fate.

The battle between them was a silent symphony, a clash of wills and emotions that transcended the mere physicality of their combat. Zabuza, with each hesitant strike, delved deeper into the labyrinth of his own psyche, questioning the very nature of his existence. Kurenai, with each narrow escape, affirmed her will to survive, her determination to emerge victorious from this dance with death.

The mist, once a mere backdrop to their battle, now seemed to pulse with the beat of their hearts, a living entity that bore witness to the turmoil and tenacity of their spirits. It swirled around them, a cloak of ambiguity that mirrored Zabuza's inner conflict and Kurenai's unyielding resolve.

As the battle raged on, Zabuza's emotions churned like a stormy sea. The face of Kurenai, etched with the lines of concentration and the fire of survival, haunted him. Her strength, her will, her beauty – they pierced the armor of his soul, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in ways he had never known.

With every beat of his heart, Zabuza felt the weight of his hesitation, the growing reluctance to bring harm to the woman before him. It was a weakness, a crack in the foundation of his existence as a shinobi, but it was also a revelation, a glimpse into the depths of his own humanity.

The battle was no longer just a physical confrontation; it was a journey into the heart of a man torn between his nature and the unexpected awakening of his heart. Zabuza, the Demon of the Mist, was no longer sure who he was or what he wanted. All he knew was that the woman in front of him, Kurenai, had ignited a fire within him, a blaze that threatened to consume him entirely.

Then suddenly, Zabuza felt something. Danger, an ominous presence that seemed to appear out of nowhere. His instincts, honed through countless battles, screamed at him to react, but his heart, inexplicably tangled in the web of his newfound emotions, hesitated. That moment of doubt, that split second of indecision, was his downfall. A sharp, searing pain erupted in his torso, a sensation all too familiar yet shockingly unexpected. He looked down in disbelief to see a blade protruding through his clothes, a brutal reminder of the reality he had momentarily forgotten.

He turned his head slowly, the world around him narrowing to the face of the Genin with black hair. Horyu's gaze met his, a mocking glint in his eyes that chilled Zabuza to the bone. It was a look of triumph, of a predator who had outsmarted its prey. Zabuza's mind raced, analyzing the situation with a desperate clarity. "Genjutsu," he muttered, the word tasting bitter on his lips. "For how long?" he questioned, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.

Horyu's smirk widened, his voice cold and unyielding. "From the very beginning," he declared, each word a dagger twisting in Zabuza's heart. The realization hit Zabuza like a tidal wave, overwhelming and merciless. Everything he had experienced, every moment of the battle, had been a lie, a meticulously crafted illusion woven by Kurenai and her Genin.

Zabuza's eyes shifted to Kurenai, who stood unscathed, her energy undiminished as if she hadn't been part of the grueling battle at all, only seemed to used Chakra to wrap him in an illusion that costed him his life. It was then that the full extent of the deception dawned on him. The miraculous escapes, the emotions that had clouded his judgment, the battle that had pushed him to the brink – it had all been a facade, a genjutsu of such complexity and depth that even he, the feared Demon of the Mist, had been ensnared.

A wry smirk tugged at the corners of Zabuza's lips, a mixture of admiration and self-derision. How pitiful he had become, to be so easily deceived, to fall for an illusion that had seemed so real, so tangible. The Demon of the Mist, the merciless killer who had never known defeat, had been brought to his knees by a beautifully crafted lie.

As the cold steel of reality pierced through the fog of his emotions, Zabuza couldn't help but laugh, a hollow sound that echoed through the mist. The irony of it all was too much to bear. He, who had used fear and illusion to control others, had fallen victim to the very tactics he had mastered.

As the pain took over his being, Zabuza collapsed to his knees. Horyu's attack was masterful, piercing through Zabuza's liver with lethal precision. The agony was immense, rendering him incapacitated but not yet a dead man. He was out of the fight, his vision blurring, but his mind clung to a single thread of hope.

That hope materialized as senbons flew through the mist with deadly accuracy, embedding themselves in Zabuza's neck. A figure appeared atop a tree branch, shrouded in the uniform of Kirigakure's ANBU, the hunter-nin. "Kiri's Hunter-nin?" Kurenai voiced out loud, her eyes narrowing.

At this critical juncture, Horyu faced a pivotal decision. The System's Quest laid before him several paths, each with its consequences and rewards. He could end Zabuza and Haku here and now, or he could choose mercy. His gaze shifted to the masked ANBU, and he sighed internally. 'The rewards for sparing them are much more profitable,' he concluded. The path of a shinobi was not just about strength; it was about strategy, foresight, and sometimes, the long game.

Taking a deliberate step back, Horyu addressed Kurenai, "Sensei, check if you will." His voice was calm, betraying none of his internal calculations.

Kurenai, with a nod, approached Zabuza's prone form. She checked for signs of life and, finding none apparent to her, declared, "Dead." But Horyu, with his keen insight and understanding of the situation, knew better. Zabuza was alive, if barely so. Yet, he chose to keep this knowledge to himself, playing the part expected of him. Now was not the time to reveal his hand. There were bigger games at play, and he was but a piece on the board, albeit a piece with its own will and strategy.

The mist seemed to recede slightly, as if acknowledging the end of the confrontation. The figure of the Hunter-nin remained perched, an ominous presence that hinted at the complex web of shinobi politics and hidden agendas. This encounter with Zabuza and the Hunter-nin was but a prelude, a test of his capabilities and decision-making. He had chosen a path of potential, one that promised greater rewards and perhaps greater challenges, but in the end, he chose to spare them.

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