((So tell me if you guys are feeling this))
There he stood Omega. The last line of the clan. They always managed to save everyone. However they never cared for anybody but themselves. Their wars managed to carry over to their lands. Their demons crushed them. Their weapons slayed them. How many of them must die to warrent some kind of protection?
Ten? Hundreds? Thousands? No Still not a care. Nobody cared about them. T
he farmers, the teachers, the workers, no. The whole landed worried about the Ninjas. The fighters. How many had lost
wives? Children? Husbands? "And Now you shall pay with your life.. because so many of us have paid with ours..."
He stood there. Radiating power. Radiating Chakra. The life of all those lost. The blood of all those he loved running through him. They had already killed the
Name withheld . Now it was time for the rest of the ninja world to understand that those who were smaller and weaker still mattered. That they were still important.
"They call me Apocalypse... and I am the last of my kind."
He said as he cracked his knuckles and he started to walk towards his opponent.
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