happened when the younger behaved in such a way that something bigger was in store for them. A small twitch went through him. “What is that?” “Have you only noticed that now.” Scratched, Kisame glanced at his partner angrily, but nevertheless immediately back in the direction of the dark forest. “They are not ninjas.” The shark man concluded when he did not feel the usual chakra traces that he was otherwise always able to track down. "Let's see." Answered the black-haired one. With quick leaps they ran alongside the river, where Kisame last knew his clone.
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Deafening noise echoed in her ears. The unbearable cold gnawed her bones and seemed to brush through her skin. With all their strength, narrow fingers clawed into the solid pebbles, so that reddish threads slowly formed with the fast current. The half-shut eyes of hers searched in vain for something shiny, which is why she actually let herself be carried along with the strong flow.Her sword had to be here somewhere. It would surely be carried away with the current like them. The greenish, slightly cloudy water made it difficult for her to see, which was hardly possible. Again her hands slipped off the algae rocks and she was pushed backwards for more meters.

The necessary oxygen had been squeezed out of her lungs for a long time when she hit something sharp with her back in shock. Still, she did not dare to dive up towards the light. She had to fucking find that katana. Without this there would be nothing. A normal woman who couldn't fight back. No! That couldn't be. It just had to be here somewhere! And since. A little moment dazzled her almost closed eyes. Immediately again her thin fingers clawed into the abyss, only to pull the whole body against the current. Relief reached her when she could feel the familiar fabric under her grazed fingertips. Now she could. Up to the light. She could finally fill her drained lungs with fresh air. If she still could. If she still had the strength to move her limbs and persuade them that when she got up, everything would be done. For until now.
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[i]For the tenth time I looked up at the dark wooden wall to my right. My big eyes kept checking the date that stood for today. A small calendar hung right next to the window, to which my eyes gradually wandered. So it was true. It was March 4th, 1840. So it was my 14th birthday. I still couldn't believe it. I could be bursting with joy. Impatiently, I jumped from my chair and studied myself carefully in a mirror that stood next to the bookcase in the living room. A white dress with blue bows enveloped my delicate, childlike body. A fat grin graced the lips of the girl across from me. "Finally done."Shortly afterwards I turned around a few times and watched in the reflecting glass how the pretty dress slowly spread out. For the first time I could describe the feelings of a real princess. Today I would be the center of attention. Me, one short-term princess. I gave the girl in the mirror a satisfied and upright smile before turning away. I glanced over at the clock that said my parents should be home any minute now. And then I heard a knock The door. I was a little surprised. My parents, like every normal homeowner, had a key for the skin. However, it could also be someone who wanted to congratulate me for today. After all, many villagers had come by during the day and had me All the best wished. In this village it was a matter of course to give the person recognition. “I'm coming!” I immediately shouted and s piled toward the door. With an exaggerated swing I opened it and looked curiously at my counterpart. When I recognized the face of my visitor, I could no longer suppress a happy squeak and threw myself screeching into his arms, which caught me as expected. It was my personal prince. My lifesaver. "Noah!"