Maccawac

It was mid-day. The sun kissed his face as he turned to squint up into the hot summer sky. Vivid, turquoise blue filled the dome above, endless and stretching like a luminescent canopy over the peaks of the mustard rocks. He allowed a quiet exhale before turning his eyes down to inspect the dirt around his feet. One hand instinctively reached behind him to grab at the cool scarab sheath. And with one light swipe he'd whipped up the Kusanagi and pushed it - glinting crystal tip and the rest of its sleek body - into the powdery, cracked earth. A gust of hollow wind whistled past his ear, and Sasuke briefly heard the rustling of the heavy