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Blood Moon Over Kumo
Chapter 1: The Crimson Descent
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The void of space burned with the fury of war. A Saiyan conquest fleet, sleek and jagged like obsidian daggers, tore through the cosmos, their thrusters blazing against the infinite black. At the helm of the flagship, Vorga stood, his scarred armor glinting under the glow of a dying star. His eyes, cold and predatory, locked onto the enemy—a swarm of Frieza Force ships closing in like locusts.
"Filthy vermin," he snarled, his voice raw with Saiyan pride. "You dare ambush us's fleet?"
Explosions rocked the hull. Alarms screamed. Vorga's tail lashed, his fists clenched as he barked orders. "All pods, scatter! Converge on their command ship—rip their throats out!" But the enemy's plasma barrages overwhelmed them. A beam sliced through the flagship's core, and Vorga's world tilted into chaos.
He dove for an escape pod, his massive frame barely fitting the cockpit. As Frieza's laughter crackled through the comms, mocking the "Saiyan's' pride," Vorga slammed the launch sequence. The pod's warp-speed engine hummed, then screamed—a jagged tear in reality itself. The stars smeared into streaks of crimson light, and then—nothing.
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A thunderclap shattered the night in Kumogakure's northern forests. The ground heaved, trees splintering like dry bones as Vorga's pod carved a glowing trench through the earth. Steam hissed from the wreckage, curling upward beneath a blood-red moon that loomed over the jagged peaks.
Kumo scouts, clad in black flak vests, converged on the crater. Their captain, a wiry man named Kenta, raised a hand, signaling caution. "No chakra signature," he whispered, kunai drawn. "Could be a new Iwa weapon. Stay sharp."
The pod's hatch exploded outward, a slab of metal embedding itself in a boulder. Vorga emerged, his armor scorched, blood trickling from a gash on his forehead. He staggered, then straightened, his seven-foot frame radiating menace. His scouter flickered, scanning the shinobi—pathetic, their energy barely registering a blip.
"Who's dares approach me?" Vorga growled, his voice a guttural challenge. His tail lashed, coiling tightly around his waist like a whip ready to strike.
Kenta stepped forward, mistaking bravado for weakness. "You're on Kumo soil, intruder. State your purpose, or die."
Vorga's lips curled into a feral grin. "Purpose? I'm here to hunt."
The air crackled. Kenta hurled a lightning-charged kunai, but Vorga blurred—faster than the scouts could track. His fist connected with Kenta's chest, caving it in with a wet crunch. The captain's body flew, smashing through trees. Screams erupted as Vorga tore through the squad, his movements savage and precise—a predator unleashed. One scout's arm was ripped off, another's skull crushed underfoot. The last, a young woman, tried to flee, her hands weaving seals for a bolt of lightning.
Vorga caught her mid-jutsu, his hand clamping around her her throat. "Weak," he spat, hurling her into the crater's edge. She crumpled, blood pooling beneath her mask.
He stood amidst the carnage, breathing heavily, his scouter sparking from overload. The shinobi's energy had been… different. Not ki, but something primal, like a flicker of chakra he didn't yet understand. Pain throbbed in his side—a shard of his own pod had pierced his shoulder during the crash. He snarled, ripping it free, blood spattering the ground.
In the distance, thunder rolled—not from the sky, but from a figure approaching with lightning crackling around his massive frame. The Fourth Raikage, A, landed atop a ridge, his cloak billowing, eyes blazing with fury. His chakra flared, a storm of raw power that even Vorga's dulled senses couldn't ignore.
"You've spilled Kumo blood, fool," A rumbled, his voice shaking the earth. "You won't leave this mountain alive."
Vorga's grin returned, wider, hungrier. His injuries screamed, but the scent of a worthy foe set his Saiyan blood ablaze. "Finally," he growled, cracking his knuckles. "A real fight."
The blood moon pulsed above, casting their shadows long and jagged. The clash was imminent—a collision of worlds, of warrior's pride and shinobi might, destined to scar the land forever.
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