| [Jan. 12th, 2011|08:17 pm] |
The Inuzuka grounds weren't built like any other clan compound. They'd cleared some of the ground, sure, in the middle where the bigger houses and mess-tents and meeting places were. But there wasn't a perimeter fence; the outer houses just faded back into the forest. Some of them were even built into the trees -- cross-beams made from branches, walls given support by Konoha's massive oaks.
Almost a dozen were on fire.
Tsume had been right about that gas tank -- except that it wasn't just one. The hulking wrecks of two rusty metal tanks had almost been obliterated by belching smoke, surrounded by the distinctive splatter pattern of fuel and flame. Branches were on fire; buildings were catching alight. Far too close, a third intact fuel tank crouched low to the ground.
Next to the tanks, a half dozen burning children screamed. They must have been playing with jutsu--
Asuma lunged ahead, putting his longer legs to good use, and wrenched his fingers through seals. Water wouldn't work on boiling, blazing gas, it'd just make things worse. He slammed chakra into the jutsu and ripped a cloud of black earth from the ground, dumping it straight on the gas-tanks and the writhing knot of kids next to them.
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