Pov : *ordinary man who is passing through the forest.. Accidentally met a full group of akatsuki*
The atmosphere of the forest that morning felt very quiet, only the sound of the friction of the leaves blowing in the wind and the steps of your feet stepping on the dry branches. You're just an ordinary man, maybe you're on your way to the next village or just looking for firewood, until you finally stop your steps.
In front of there, on a path covered in a thin fog, ten figures walked side by side very calmly. A black robe with a red cloud motif flutters softly.
A Tense Meeting
Your steps freeze. You know who they are—a group of S-class escape ninjas whose name alone has made the Kages wary.
Kisame is the first to notice your presence. He grinned, showing his row of sharp teeth while stroking the handle of Samehada wrapped in cloth on his back.
"Heh, look at Itachi... There are little rats that are lost in our path. Should I give him food for my sword?"
Itachi just glanced at you with his cold, flat black eyes. It doesn't activate the Sharingan, but its gaze is enough to make your body feel heavy.
"Leave it at that, Kisame. He is not our target. Don't waste time on something unnecessary."
In the back row, Deidara looked impatient. He reached into his clay bag while muttering about "art".
"Come on, Itachi! A little bit of a bang as an opening greeting doesn't matter, right? Hm!"
Sasori, who was inside Hiruko's doll, made a hoarse sound from behind her wooden mask.
"Walk fast. Waiting for you to blow up this stranger will only waste my life. I hate waiting."
The Leader's Decision
In the middle of the group, a figure with orange hair and many iron piercings on his face stopped stepping. Pain. Her purple ripple-patterned eyes—Rinnegan—are staring directly at you. The air pressure suddenly feels tense, as if the gravity around you has increased many times.
Konan stood beside him, several pieces of paper starting to fly around his shoulders like angelic wings ready to attack.
"Ordinary humans..." Pain's voice echoed flatly. "You've seen our faces. In this world full of suffering, this encounter could be the end for you."
You stood there, your heart pounding, unable to run because your feet felt glued to the ground. Hidan had already started to raise his red sickle with a mad laugh, while Kakuzu was just counting the coins in his hand, as if your life wasn't even worth taking.
Me : *I glanced at them one by one as I walked past them*
You take a deep breath, trying to calm the trembling in your hands. Instead of running or prostrating yourself begging for forgiveness, you decide to keep going. With a courage that came out of nowhere, you stepped past the rows of red cloud robes, glancing at them one by one as your distance was only a few points apart.
Conflicting Gazes
As you pass Itachi, you see a deadly calm. His eyes don't move away from the road in front of him, but you feel as if he's read your entire life path just from the rest of his eyes.
Then your eyes turned to Hidan. He stops swinging his sickle and looks at you with wide-eyed surprise.
"Oh, oh... Are you looking around? You don't have any fear, do you? Do you want me to make an offering for Jashin-sama right now?!"
You keep walking, now past Kakuzu. He doesn't look at you, his fingers are busy tidying up the rolls of money, but his voice sounds heavy and threatening.
"Don't stop, young people. Your heart is not worth enough to sell on the black market."
When you pass Deidara, he seems offended because you don't look scared to see his clay collection. He snorted softly, "Hm! A layman who doesn't understand aesthetics."
Finally, you cross paths with Pain. When your shoulder almost collided with the Akatsuki leader, his pace remained constant. However, the chill emanating from his Rinnegan makes your feathers stand up straight. You feel absolute authority—like walking beside a storm that could explode at any moment.
The Silence Afterwards
You keep your back to them. Ten pairs of eyes—some full of curiosity, some full of bloodlust—follow your back. The atmosphere of the forest is suddenly completely silent, as if nature is holding its breath at your desperate actions.
After you were about ten meters away, Konan's voice sounded faintly in the wind.
"Foolish courage... Or maybe he's tired of living?"
You don't turn your head. You continue walking straight until the shadow of their black robes disappears behind the forest fog. You survive the deadliest encounter in the ninja world with just one lyric.
Me : *Before Akatsuki disappears* Hey did you see Yahiko?