Mist District (Flashback)
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The training ground outside Kirigakure was soaked in mist and blood. Crimson streaks painted the broken earth, mixing with rainwater that had long since turned to a murky, iron-scented sludge. A single genin lay motionless, half-buried in a crater, ribs cracked and lips stained with his own blood. Around him stood three Special Jōnin—breathing hard, bruised, but conscious.
Atop a jagged pillar of coral stone, the Mizukage watched in silence, crimson eyes narrowed beneath the weight of his white robes. Isamu's gaze didn’t drift, didn’t falter. Even as medics scrambled toward the downed genin, Isamu raised a hand, halting them mid-run.
“He’s not dead. Let him feel the edge of it first,” Isamu said coldly, his voice cutting through the mist like a blade. His tone was calm—but laced with the frost of cruelty born from generations of bloodshed.
“I don’t raise shinobi to be coddled. If they fall here, they’d die in the field regardless.”
One of the jōnin lowered his eyes, shaken by the brutality. But Isamu noticed. He always noticed.“You,” he snapped, his eyes locking onto the man with chilling stillness, “If I ever catch a jōnin holding back against a genin again—I'll kill you myself. I don’t care if they’re your cousin, your student, or your child.” The battlefield remained silent. Only the rain answered, tapping against armor and ash like a dirge.
“If our next generation can’t rise soaked in blood, they don’t belong in my village.”