The mist around the camp thickened, curling like smoke from unseen fires.
The dying flame crackled weakly, throwing long shadows on the faces of Yoshi and his captain. Both stood still, their blades half-drawn, eyes searching the darkness.
Then a sudden blur.
Three dark shapes appeared from the shadows, moving like ghosts. The shinobi had arrived.
"Yoshi!" the captain shouted, drawing his sword.
Steel met steel in a violent clash, sparks lighting the night for a heartbeat.
Yoshi rolled aside, blocking a slash aimed at his neck. "Cowards!" he shouted. "Attacking in the dark, killing from behind!"
The Jonin stepped forward, his eyes sharp as glass. "Cowards? When did Revolutionaries start preaching about honor?"
He parried a strike with one hand and kicked Yoshi hard in the chest.
"You assassinate a feudal lord and expect no price to pay? Don't speak of honor to us! We are shinobi.
Success of our mission matters for us more then anything dont mistake us with Samurais."
Yoshi called loud Renji ,Taro ,,, Jonin replied they will never comeback they are in eternal sleep and laughs hard .
The captain joined in, slicing through another attacker. "You talk too much," he growled. "Try surviving this!"
They charged together two against four.
The air filled with the clang of steel, the hiss of movement, the grunt of effort.
One shinobi tried to flank from the left Yoshi ducked low, sweeping his leg and driving his blade upward.
Another came from behind; the captain spun, parrying with perfect timing, cutting through the air like thunder.
But the shinobi were fast faster than any ordinary soldier. Their coordination was silent, deadly.
Then, amidst the chaos, the spy moved.
Standing behind the captain, his calm face glowed in the firelight - expressionless.
He stepped closer, his dagger already unsheathed.
A flash of steel a deep, sudden stab to the captain's back.
The sound was dull, wet final.
The captain froze. His sword dropped slightly as pain shot through his body.
"C–Captain!" Yoshi shouted, eyes wide. "No!"
The captain turned, disbelief in his eyes. The spy looked straight at him, whispering,
How this feels captain !!!
"You… traitor!" Yoshi roared, his voice breaking.
He threw a kunai it sliced through the air — the spy dodged effortlessly, smirking, and stepped back beside the Jonin.
"Well, well," he said, laughing softly. "Just as planned. Everything is going perfectly."
The captain, pale and bleeding, dropped to one knee. "Why… why betray us?" he gasped, clutching his wound.
The spy tilted his head, his tone colder now. "That's none of your business. You should worry about surviving the next minute."
The Jonin gave a sharp nod the shinobi attacked again.
Yoshi blocked a blow aimed for the captain, slashing two enemies back. He fought like a storm furious, desperate , but the spy's betrayal had shaken him deeply.
Despite the pain, the captain still swung his sword, covering Yoshi's flank. But blood kept pouring down his back, his strength fading with every move.
Finally, he stumbled. "Tell me…" he managed weakly, "Why… did you betray the Revolutionaries?"
The spy paused mid-step. His eyes darkened.
"Oh, you really want to know?" he said, his voice trembling with rage. "Fine. Since you'll die anyway."
He stepped closer, his dagger still wet with the captain's blood.
"I'm here to avenge my father," he said slowly. "Your commander the man you worship he's the one who destroyed my family. He murdered my father first by breaking his spirit, then by taking his life!"
Yoshi frowned, panting heavily. "Our commander…? What are you talking about?"
The spy laughed bitterly. "You think the commander is some noble hero? You fools know nothing. The Revolutionaries once had rules a structure! The head was meant to change over time shared between the commander and two chiefs. But your commander wanted power forever. So he framed the chiefs as traitors, spread false stories, and had them executed."
The captain, still kneeling, looked up with fading eyes. "No… the chiefs… they were traitors… they leaked intel… they"
"Lies!" the spy shouted, cutting him off. "All lies created by your precious commander to hold the throne of rebellion! My father was one of those chiefs a noble man who fought to free the people from oppression.
Your commander turned the Revolution into his personal kingdom!"
His voice echoed through the forest, filled with pain and fury.
Yoshi's hands trembled. He didn't know what to believe the spy's hatred or the captain's truth.
The Jonin stepped forward calmly. "Enough talk," he said. "End this."
The shinobi closed in again, their blades ready.
Yoshi tightened his grip on his sword, glancing at his wounded captain beside him.
"Captain…" he whispered.
The captain smiled weakly. "Don't… die before me… Yoshi."
And then, once more, steel met steel and the night was filled with fire and blood.