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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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Old 06-12-2019, 08:00 AM   #12
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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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Old 06-14-2019, 05:05 AM   #14
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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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