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Old 06-09-2019, 10:26 PM   #11
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It would have never occurred to Josuke to use his medical techniques like the jounin had- to treat the building as if it were a patient itself! The black veins running along the walls shriveled and retreated back towards a lonely cupboard as the smoke settled. Josuke's dark, sunken eyes strained to see out from behind his mask. Instinctively his fingers reached out for an explosive note. Better safe than sorry. Better safe than...

The furniture gurgled, then vomited out its contents. Acidic black sludge lurched out from the depths and towards the two shinobi. The churning mass let out an unearthly cry that clattered even over the churning water wheel. The scream sounded like a person choking on a hundred different pieces of glass.

Akisame's glowing chakra swirled around the oily glob, but seemed incapable of piercing the thick substance. It did, however, illuminate what was inside the pulsating mass:


Was it beast or man? Alive or dead? Did it matter either way? Just looking at it filled the chuunin with so much dread and disgust he wanted it destroyed. His hands darted together into hand seals and tendrils of muck coil out from Josuke's wrists. The mud tentacles cut right through the gelatinous black
slime that covered the creature and instantly seemed to immobilize it. Now his jounin leader could finish it off, or maybe Josuke would just hurl the cursed thing into the river and drown it-

The night's darkness made it hard to see, but by the wisps of light from the lingering disease containment jutsu one could make out Josuke's mud tendrils change from brown to black. The boy felt his control of the technique slip as if something rotted chakra itself. Panicking he rushed to disengage the mucky appendages from his arms, but it was for naught. With a vicious snap his own technique turned against him and Josuke was hurled backwards, right into the brick retaining wall on the far end of the basement. He bounced off it like a toy and fell motionless face-first into the black goo below.

Another rattling cry shuddered out of the creature and the room began to fill with black smoke. As if the chuunin's technique had given it life again the virulent roots once again began to spread. The four blackened mud tentacles of Josuke's technique thrashed blindly about as well.

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As the light had traced back to its source and revealed the form of a beast clad in thick gunk, it was the chuunin who was the first to make a move. He had released a signature mud technique of Amegakure which was aimed to subdue the target. Though to all surprise, the creature assimilated the technique and release a backlash of its own that sent Josuke into the back of the basement’s walls.

Akisame immediately dashed to his partner’s side, he wanted to make sure that no serious injuries had been incurred. Though he also could not ignore the threat that was in front of them, and tossed both of his tog bags midway between them and the beast. Maintaining eye contact with where he guesses the creature’s head ought to have been, he strung through a complex series of handseals that caused two corpses to rise slowly from his open bags.

One corpse belonged to an ex-Blade Reaper that Akisame had slain, while the other was of a low level military soldier that the jounin happen to have on hand. Both now stood in their original attire, lifelessly reanimated with the Dead Soul technique, and read for action. Akisame had thought that it was safer to use taijutsu techniques than risk another ninjutsu being assimilated, but also he did not want to risk his own body until they had accurately ascertained the power level of the foe that they were up against.

As the last light of his containment faded and the silhouette disappeared into the goo, he made mental notes of the form. ‘Quadruped. Thick muscular legs. Tail. Maybe a type of mountain cat or wolf,’ but before he could continue the darkness within the area reaffirmed itself. The beast-blob had begun to fade into the opaque cloud as well, but not before the jounin saw an attack come towards them.

The Brawler corpse had taken almost the full brunt of it, and was tossed to the side wall by the beast’s newly acquired mud appendages, while the Reaper having managed to dodge his own undead ally’s projectile motion was in a position to slice off two of the four tendrils. It was rather fast, that the sludge beast had managed to gain control of the foreign technique, taking it from mindless thrashing to a coordinated attack in mere moments.

Akisame remained assisting his comrade, and on guard as the shadowy cloud reached the two of them. He pushed some chakra into the flaps of this hood, readying them for what may still come. He realised that the enemy whether controlled or instinctively attacking was going to be a tough threat for them to handle, and that they needed to get into a better position (or at the very least deal with the smoke).

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Old 06-13-2019, 11:13 PM   #13
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Dazed and reeling Josuke couldn’t do much more than sputter into his mask. A thick grimy film coated the covering on his face, making it impossible to see the action. The sounds of a struggle rebounded through the stony basement well enough for the chuunin to understand even without his sight. It was time to go.

Yet he knew he couldn't move quick under the layers of clothing he wore. The padding of the Shichou Lifejacket probably prevented his ribs from snapping in half when the creature flung him, but now the shinobi were on the far side of the room with no exit. Even if he had the chakra to spare he wouldn’t be able to shunshin away from this one. All that work he'd done on the patient from before left him without the energy to even heal himself!

The beast let out a low shudder as its stolen limbs slopped into the waterlogged floor below. The corpse it brutalized lay slumped to the side and as the remaining cadaver destroyed the remnants of Josuke’s technique the bloated animal drew nearer and nearer. Soon its shell of slime made contact with the inert corpse and the creature gave another dying wail.
From above the shinobi came the pitter patter of not rain, but of a hundred tiny footsteps. Josuke recognized them at once as he’d been in a similar situation not that long ago. A dawning horror took root in the boy as he groped at the jounin for support.

It couldn’t be, could it?

Unthinkable!

Tiny splashing noises at the far end of the basement all but confirmed it. The growing smoke hide the little demons from sight but Josuke could imagine it well enough already. Tiny, beady eyes. Misshapen giant teeth. Fur matted, tail soiled up like a dead centipede-
An uncountable number of tiny splashing noises could barely be heard over the grinding of the wheel and quickly advanced on the shinobi’s position. The jounin’s necromancy, like Josuke’s suiton, had been co-opted by the beast for its own purposes.

With what energy he could muster his hands flew though more hand seals. If this bizarre monster could copy ninjutsu then using more was a terrible idea, but Josuke couldn't think of any other way. His suiton took effect at once. The murky water at their feet parted and a thick wall of mud rose up, cutting the shinobi off from the approaching swarm for only a moment.

Through the darkness Josuke looked to his jounin leader while taking ragged breaths. The chuunin wanted to run. But it was his superior's call.


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Akisame was relieved to find that his comrade was uninjured, he could detect that the chakra within the life jacket the chuunin wore had faded away in its passive protective actions. ‘Thank the looms,’ he thought. Josuke also appeared drained to the jounin, but managed to release a climactic wall of mud that erupted beneath the dissipating smoke, which revealed to the Shichou what he had missed in his preoccupation.

His Blade Reaper had managed to sever all the remaining tentacles that the oil beast had assimilated, but under cover of blackened clouds the fiend had absorbed his other zombie creation’s energies. It was an odd feeling, Akisame felt no connection to the chakra-siphoned corpse any longer. For fear of losing the second, he immediately called back his katana wielding charge who grabbed a fallen tog bag on its return path.

As the air in the room finally cleared once more, the enemy’s devilish plan was apparent. A horde of zombified rat corpses clashed into the murky defensive slab and slowly begun to filter around and over it. The team was obviously cornered, and Akisame could finally focus once more and heard scores of more rats from the stairway at the opposite end of the basement coming through.

“Josuke, we are getting out of here. My Reaper will help you clear a path, and I’ll hold the rest off while you make your way to the door,” Akisame stood firm as he issued the command, then release chakra from his hand as he placed it on the Reaper’s shoulder (carrying the tog bag). From it burst forth several reels of rubber, plastic and fabric that wrapped around the sword bearing corpse to form another Hazmat suit. With all three clad, Akisame continued, “Don’t worry the suits will protect you.”

He then dashed to the top of the barrier of mud, and unfurled the flaps on the side of his hood which extended outwards off of blasting streams of hot water vapor. The fluttering fabric straps were about a meter in length and resembled the whiskers of a river dragon, while the scalding waves he launched at the blob-beast and its creations were akin to a dragon’s breath. The plan was to keep the horde at bay with heat, while also obscuring their sight to create an opening for this teammate to utilize.

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No hesitation. Not even a look over the shoulder. The very same second that the jounin’s billowing steam parted the skittering tide of animate ratflesh, Josuke was gone. Chakra pounded through his legs as he tore a straight line across the basement towards the exit. The slimy monster recoiled and gurgled in agitation and seemed too distracted to try and stop the chuunin.

As the dark water splashed in his wave Josuke briefly thought that maybe the animal didn’t want to fight. The two shinobi intruded on its home, and it was clearly sick with something. Maybe it was just cornered, alone, and afraid, looking to defend itself from a pair of-

Smack! Even with night vision goggles Josuke failed to notice as a dark structure suddenly shot out from beneath the pool of water below. He slammed into it with a grunt and bounced back onto his butt with a wet plop. It took a few moments for his brain to piece together what just happened. It was a wall. A mud wall. His mud wall. Blocking the only way out of the basement. Nope. Nope. This demon definitely, definitely wanted them dead.

A slight delay was all the beasties needed. As the chuunin scrambled to right himself he found his arms and legs heavy with the soggy weight of a dozen zombie rodents. Some tried to gnaw through his padded clothing but most were content just to slow the boy down. Grabbing and tearing the beasts from his body didn't work great either, as they took out chunks of his protective suit each time he did so. In moments so much dead weight clung to him that Josuke was forced to his knees. The Shichou’s own animated corpse cut through the pestilence with easy but couldn’t stymie the tide any better than Josuke.

So clearly the necromancing beast intended to hunt them. That made Josuke feel a bit better as the sound of a hundred chewing rats filled his ears. Its supernatural ability to copy jutsu was terrifying and inexplicable- but, seemingly, limited to what it could touch. That would explain why it hadn’t copied any of the Shichou’s techniques (yet). They’d really be in trouble if that thing built itself an armored suit!

But the corrupting sickness couldn't reach him. Not yet. Straining to pull just a little more chakra out of his body he renewed his resistance technique and extended it to the jounin still engaged with the monster. It would be up to the jounin to produce a miracle.

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There was little that Akisame could see behind the conic jets of water vapor that blasted from his hood. But luckily his keen sense of hearing gave him an idea of the situation. He had managed to ward off a large chunk of the floor, but a mass of rodents had none-the-less made their way around his defenses. The rising steam proved to be a poor tool at blocking the vision of creatures with a low profile. When the dragonic-themed technique ended, the jounin had managed to steal a brief moment to glance towards the exit and his allies, before his own elevated position would fail him.

“Another wall... tskkk... If this trend continues, then my steam burst is next.”

Before descending, the Shichou had seen that the rats had begun to bog down his ally with flecks of the chuunin’s coverall scattering the area. His Reaper, slicing pest after pest, was locked in an endless dance that seemed that it would never dent the nezumi horde.

What was he to do, he was an environmental disease and close quarters specialist? The fashionista techniques he dabbled in, as all Shichou do, had specific purposes. Definitely if they were to survive, we would look into some generalist techniques for the future. But bringing things back to the moment, what was he to do?

‘Steam is coming. The doors are blocked. Rats everywhere. It’s up to me. I have to kill it. Before it kills us.’

The mud wall finally crumbled to the ground, as the Jounin dashed directly at where the beast was last seen. He had realised that ninjutsu had failed them and that they were given no choice left, but to fight. It would have to be head on, physical blows would undoubtedly pierce the gelatinous armor the creature possessed he thought. There was confidence in every stride made towards the target, Akisame knew in his heart that he could fight longer than most, he could take a beating. Through steam, sludge and shroud; he would strike.

As he closed in, he launched himself up with his momentum. If the rats had the earth, he would have the air. He arched his back as he flipped, splitting out his legs as he performed a wide swallow kick. Admittedly he was not entirely sure where his target was in the haze, but a dim silhouette ahead of him would be enough of a guide; and the full force would be near impossible for the mysterious cloak of ooze to absorb.

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A distinct, gut wrenching squelch trembled out from under the creature's coating of ooze. As it hurled through the air it gurgled in agony, like a dog choking on a bone. It landed on the far end of the basement with a wicked splat.

For a few seconds all that could be heard was the eternal churning of the water wheel. Had they done it? Was that all it took?

The floor beneath them let out a low groan, then shattered. From the cracked foundation came dozens of black mud tentacles, each thrashing about wildly with aimless but powerful strikes. A hazy, hellish red light began to fill the room, radiating from the broken body of the diseased beast. It's spine looked completely cracked in half and its body broken at an odd angle, yet...

Yet...

The filth surround it swirled and coalesced. The creature's translucent slime solidified. Around it grew a familiar looking protective suit, much like the two that the shinobi wore. Joining the churning water wheel came the sounds of bones realigning and organs slipping back into place. The monster stood back up within moments as the stolen chakra mended its body back to fighting shape. After all that, they were back at square one!

A lurching shadow tumbled its way towards the beast. The animal's mud appendages smashed into the silhouette with bone crushing force, but the random flailing couldn't knock the boy entirely off his path. Josuke body slammed the enraged brute and the two splashed into the water like a pair of wrestling siblings. An immense cloud of steam erupted from beneath the animal and scalded Josuke through the holes torn in his body suit, but even so he held on. With his good hand he stabbed a series of needles in to demon right at the base of its throat.

One of the tentacles snapped forward and shattered something inside the chuunin. The air rushed out of his lungs and he released his grip. Another tentacle whipped out and smashed his head right into the brick wall, which cratered under the impact. Josuke's body went limp and he collapsed onto the floor like a rag doll.

Then, an unsettling silence. The wheel continued to turn.

In the glint of the beast's glowing chakra three shiny needles shimmered. Whatever Josuke did seemed to have stopped it and the tentacles, just for a moment. Its eyes seemed unable to focus but it was clearly trying to power through it. Whatever happened wouldn't last for long.

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The haze was clear in the wake of Akisame’s blade kick, and he was left standing in awe of the hazmat-clad creature as it reversed the damage that he had inflicted upon it.

The semi-transparent liquid turned fabric allowed the true form of the beast to finally be observed. Fully recovered it stood on all fours, a large majestic white tiger, a killer of men. In actual fact, it appeared as though the advanced revival effects of the stolen Shichou technique did more for the creature than would have been expected. It had caused it to grow, or maybe its original mass and muscle had been restored. No longer was it a frail and diseased pile of flesh and bones. Through the panels and visors the monstrous feline now wore, could be seen its unnaturally vibrant gold eyes and umbral stripes that contrasted in various shades of black and grey over its pristine fur.

The jounin remained speechless, the scene unexplainable. The corrupted veins and roots across the room had begun to retract and fade, while at the same time the wet floor ebbed into crevices. Then from those cracks erupted steam and tentacles, that blasted and flailed in an untamed manner. The hordes of rats had also been affected, they seemingly began dying and re-reviving themselves as if they lacked command or control of their zombie natures. Through vastly exaggerated and amplified, any designer of the Shichou Environmental Studio, knew the signs.

‘It is experiencing its first wipe,’ was the realization that struck the mind of the fashionista. His own experience being connected to his zombies the first time was hellish, as your mind and body feels pull for chakra from multiple angles that you in the moment do not realize exist. Not to mention the always harrowing feeling of being somewhere else without any recollection. You never really get fully accustomed to it, but the first time is definitely the worst.

There was an opening, a lapse in memory, an opportunity to strike in the chaos. And once again it was the younger of the two shinobi who took charge. Josuke struck from the flank, which was still shadowed in vapour. The boy had managed to take the stronger foe to the floor, which could only be attributed to the synapses and nerves of its lost muscle reforming, still to regain its full power. The takedown was only the first stage of the obscured taijutsu assault, and a secondary senbon strike came shortly after which seemingly transferred a state of paralysis to the target.

During the engagement ahead, the jounin took the chance to prepare his belts. He was going to use them to bind the creature after Josuke and its tumbling ended, but when his partner went flying across the basement once more, he knew it would make it worse to use another ninjutsu in the situation.

‘The coverall activation will save him, even if it’s not 100% intact. I need to focus, there is always a drawback.’

It was then that a thought occurred to him, none of them had activated their restoration before, yet the bewelled cat somehow could and did.

‘What if…?’

Before thinking further he immediately moved to action, commanding his reaper to charge straight at the stunned enemy. Blade raised it dashed as fast as it could, across rat corpses and steam vents without worry. The aim of the reckless sprint was to pierce, and get in close to the assimilator, and hopefully the battle would continue as it had been.

There was panic in the eyes of the creature, it struggled harder and harder to break free. Left over ooze contained within the suit began seeping through the holes caused by the needles. Enough pressure would release them, and allow it to defend itself. It was a race against time, in which Akisame would lay his trap. As the distance between the animated swordsman and its target grew close, fabric spiraled out from the bag on the running corpe’s back. It wove around him, over the existing attire. Belt connected to belt, sleeve to sleeve, neck brace to visor, seal to seal.

Then they clashed, a thin ooze maw stretched out from the frozen feline’s neck and katana pierced the heart of the tiger. They connected, both. All that was left was to see if they further increased the unnatural entities growing appetite for power, or managed to lure it into sealing itself as a prisoner.

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Now the howl bellowed out with the strength befitting a lord of beasts. The white tiger at once snapped its jaws around the head of the corpse and dismembered it within seconds. That didn't undo the damage, though. Despite appearing to have reverted to a healthier form black blood still spilled out from the wound on its chest. Whatever disease ravaged it hadn't been undone by the Shichou's technique.

But! Even with a blade stuck fast in its heart, the animal did not instantly perish. That gave it the precious seconds needed for its instinct to yet again take. Tendrils of black fabric rolled along the length of its body as its wound began to heal. It used the jutsu without deep thought or understanding, only knowing that it needed to survive and this was the way forward.

True to form the stolen Shichou coverall began to glow and the katana fell out of the creature and onto the puddles underfoot with a soft splash. There would be no delay this time. The beast's powerful muscles rippled as it prepared to meet its attacker blow for blow.

Yet it didn't move.

It couldn't move.

Like a felled tree the tiger teetered, swayed, and then toppled over sideways. As the strips of fabric from the stolen straitjacket technique covered its mouth and eyes, it could do little more than emit a terrifying but impotent hiss of defeat. The night fell into a deeper silence. Apart from the turning wheel, not a single thing moved in the mill house. Apart from one victorious Rain jounin, that is.
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Panting….

There were a few momentary sighs of relief as the jounin caught his breathe, though it was not long before he was on the move again. As a medical shinobi he understood that after the battle ended, the real work began. First he checked up on his comrade fallen in a shattered wall. ‘Pulse? Check!’, he thought before filtering chakra into the suit the boy wore to activate its regenerative properties. The garment had been damaged in the clash; though enough remained to mend bone, restore muscle and reunite the sinews between them. Akisame monitored life signs and vitals throughout the process, and when completed allowed his junior to rest.

Next he restitched the head of his Reaper corpse, and snapped back the arms and joints of the other. As they were once again brought to life they began clearing the area, packing rat corpses into the slings over their shoulders. Environmental damage had been done, and in order to prevent a second outbreak he aimed to cleanse the mill before their departure. Each of his walking zombies wore white dragon hoods, these would indicate any lingering filth on their bodies and also be utilized to sterilize the battleground with hot steam.

Then lastly in the center of it all, lay the beast. Akisame’s gambit had paid off. The creature had mimicked the double-edged Shichou straitjacket. It had also repaired and reactivated the amplified coverall technique, which quarantined and sealed the ichor and disease inherent to its body for the final time. There was little worry of re-contamination, as the protective jacket would prevent any subsequent damage to the suit beneath it. Further sapping away the seamlessly endless strength of the imperial tiger as it maintained its defensive hold.

As the haze of battle lifted and the mill started to resemble its original state, there was a calmness. Akisame listened as the largest heartbeat finally slowed. Tired of the futile struggle, the beast began its rest.

On close examination, the jounin observed a luminous black gem fixed into the feline’s forehead. Black veins hidden between fur and stripe retracted to the source as its glow slowly dimmed over time. They were the same type of veins that had faded from the walls of the basement when the containment suit had initially taken hold of their prey. It was now easier for him to see the crystalline texture they each possessed, which resembled the shards they had found in the village victims. ‘They would have to check on the infirmary tent,’ he thought. But he was confident that the source of the plague had been eradicated and that normal medicine would handle the remaining symptoms.

All that was left was for them to return to Amegakure. Many factions, including his own Studio, would be interested in the prize they carried. But what would become of the majestic cat entity is another story all on its own...
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