Suzume's POV.

This was easy. Almost too easy.

Fighting like this, being practically undead. I couldn't be killed, and even if I was stabbed or cut, I didn't feel anything, and my body would be restored shortly after. As long as there was nobody who could seal me away, I was invincible.

Even though I wasn't really alive, and this body was different than my original one, I had much more fun like this. Not being able to feel pain was only an advantage.

I couldn't lose, and only victory was awaiting me.

Searching for Madara probably takes priority. There were still many things left unexplained. Kabuto only told me about the war, and who the enemies were. He wouldn't tell me much about Madara; only that he was fighting the Fourth Division, also as a reincarnation.

But Madara could wait. It's not like he needed my help right away, and I'd also like to have a little bit fun too. I don't know how many years have passed since my death, but there must have been developed some new techniques and other moves. I'd like to see those. New challenges were always fun, especially when you can't lose.

I didn't have a grudge against them, nor did I have another 'real' reason to fight them. I just liked it. Feeling the thrill and excitement of clashing swords, of killing; that was my reason to fight. Unfortunately for the Allied Forces, Madara was here. If he wasn't, perhaps I'd have chosen their side. But thinking about it like that was pointless, it's not like I'd have been reincarnated if Madara weren't here.

Or would Kabuto bring me here anyway? I didn't know much about him. He was a creep, and a person I had to keep an eye on. He was probably hiding somewhere, controlling the other reincarnations like puppets. He didn't even try to control me though, but only because it wasn't necessary. I'd fight, not for him, but for Madara and myself, and he knew that. Even though it was not for him, it was still according to his plan, and that was what bothered me.

Why would Madara team up with someone like him? Kabuto wasn't reliable, at least, I thought I couldn't trust him. Not only was he an arrogant jerk, but he was also sitting in a safe place, thinking he could control everybody, while using other reincarnations as mediums. He was actually a coward. I hated him. He acted like he had the power to determine the result of this war. This war was far too big for a sole person to decide what was going to happen.

I didn't care if he was the person who brought me back to life. I was more grateful to Tobirama for developing the technique, even though it was still incomplete, and I hated him too. I didn't know how Kabuto managed to perfect it, but he must have done a lot of research. I grunted. The man must have lost his mind in the middle of it.

I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt a dagger pierce my back and looked down. The pointy tip was barely visible, just sticking out of my stomach. This was such a strange sensation. I could feel the blade, yet it didn't hurt. Of course, I already knew I couldn't feel pain, but this still surprised and fascinated me. It was much different than what I was used to.

I chuckled and took a kunai out of my pouch and held the handle tightly. Turning around wasn't possible, since a certain weapon kept me from moving. The one who stabbed me didn't do anything else. She only moved the knife rather roughly, making the gap in my body larger, but it was truly futile. I was surprised she didn't know that. What a stupid woman.

I turned the kunai in my hand and pressed my thumb against the end of the handle. With a swift movement, I thrust the knife into the woman, who was standing behind me, and grinned when she let out an agonizing scream. Even though it was only minutes I last heard one, while in reality far more time has passed, I had still missed this sound which was pleasing to my ears.

With a weak push of my shoulders, the woman fell onto her butt and the dagger slid out of my back. I turned around and had trouble holding back a sanguinary smile. Instead of enjoying a one-sided battle, I should pay more attention to my surroundings. Even though I couldn't be hurt and thus not be killed, it would be a bother to pull swords and other weapons out of my body all the time.

I sighed and bend over, picking up the dagger the woman dropped when she fell backwards after I pushed her. I looked down at her, while she looked up with a terrified expression visible on her face. She was panicking,

and she should be.

''Being the only one left is scary, isn't it?'' I asked, whispering, waving my hand around, gesturing her to look at her surroundings. Corpses were lying everywhere, coloring the sand with a red substance. ''I know how it feels.'' I muttered as I crouched down in front of her.

The woman tries to crawl away from me, but I grabbed her jacket firmly and pulled her back. That was when I noticed something. I knocked on her green flak jacket and narrowed my eyes. ''You're from Konoha?''

The woman let out a shaky breath, and it took a few seconds for her to respond, like she was hesitating, but she nodded in the end. I gritted my teeth and pushed her to the ground before I stood up, holding the dagger even tighter.

''All the more reason for me to kill you.''