1 I will no longer be your. . .(Alessi Only/No Kill) Wed Nov 13, 2013 11:39 am
Daremo
S-rank
Humanoid beasts of various shapes and sizes surrounded the young man, their menacing claws flexing in time with their deep ragged breaths. Predatory eyes stare intensely at the lone human who had made the mistake of wondering into their lair. Tightly coiled muscles were ready to spring into action at the slightest movement of their prey. It would be unlike that the quarry will run away, it was smart and a crafty one. It knew that escaping is inevitable and thus that only left one alternative. . .TO FIGHT!
Not waiting for them to attack, the prey lunged forwarded at the closely abomination, attempting to grasps at the beast neck. Such a foolish mistake. Like clockwork a wide swipe, claws spread outward, sped towards the lunging prey. The beast eyes gleam with excitement at the thought of an easy victory. . .and easy feast for the pack. This would be the case though. Their prey was a slipping one, evident by it ducking underneath the attack and striking the beast in the solar plexus – stunning in momentary. The sound of a knife tearing tearing through flesh ranged out loud, a geyser of blackish liquid painting any and everything close to the flailing, dying beast. The bestial roars of anguish a sweet symphony – music to the prey's ears.
There wasn't any time for the victor to celebrate, for no sooner after the first one fell to the ground with a resounding thud, it's body disintegrated into nothingness, another one attacked. Legs propelling the mighty beast forward, clawed feet digging into the ground, given it traction, right shoulder lower as it attempted a shoulder charged. There wasn't any time to think about a solution for the matter at hand, reversing the grip of the knife to that of a ice-pick fashion, the quarrel got within the guard of the beast, thrusting the knife forward followed by the free hand acting like a hammer and lodging the weapon deeper into the beast flesh. This along with force in which the abomination was charging at led the knife to be plunge to the hilt. It gurgle, blood spewing from it's mouth, splashing onto the opposition. Using unknown strength, the knife was pulled out of it's chest in a twist motion causing even more damage, and leaving a gabbing size wound. It fell like a ton of bricks.
The other beasts were stun. Their prey had just taken out two of their own. The weakling had just killed a family members. The blasphemy is this!? It wasn't suppose to happen like this, it were suppose to be easy. A quick kill and promising feasts. Though this wasn't the thoughts of those who stayed in the back. The senior and more experience members knew the abilities of their prey and expected nothing less from it. The even told this information to the fledglings but like any child they didn't listen. And it ended up with one of their lives being forfeited. Their liquid essence quenching the thirst of their prey. Speaking of prey. . .
The one eyed killer was twirling the knife that painted a smiley face across the fallen beast's neck, blood gushing out of the gaping wound allowing those with strong stomachs to see the inner workings of the throat, any blood that could have possibly be on the obsidian colored blade was no longer present – it been either thrown or licked off. The latter being the immediate and obvious choice due to the black stains covering the lower jaw and lips. But before predator could saver the victory of the two beasts, a third one attacked.
Oh, this one wasn't like the other two. No, this one was intelligent, it learned from the mistakes of it's fallen brothers and sisters. Instead of running towards the man, who killed the other too, in a linear path, the beast did so in a zigzag manner before attempting to break the mortal's guard with a wide swipe. Such an attempt was successful and it was followed by a knee to the gut that propelled him backwards into a large rock, it splintering on impact. Before he could shake the cobwebs out, he had to barrel roll to the left at the same time his arm came upward at an endeavor to slice open the beast's stomach, sparkles flew as the blade met claws, grinding into each other, neither opponent gaining any ground and than it happen. . . The man's strength left the arm that was holding the knife, causing the beast to loose it's footing from the sudden moment and that was it's downfall, for know sooner had that happen blackish blood flew through the air, the man's blade having stab and violently ripped it out of the beast's heart.
No sooner had the beast fell to the ground, the other brutes parted allowing the largest of the family to make their way to the front, some of the others even bowed to this being and it was clear that this monster was their leader.
With broken English, and a rough grainy voice it began to speak, it's razor sharp teeth, mismatched crooked like they were vehemently disagreeing with each other was present “Guanyin Nanashi, you have come here multiple of times, besting my brethren. Have you ever wonder what keeps bringing you here? Why the beast that has remain dominant has been rattling it's cage. It's thirst for the blood of another unmeasurable? It's hatred for mankind unpalatable? Have you every wonder who is the one controlling all of this?”
Nanashi would be lying if he said he didn't questioned why out of all the times was his facade slowly cracking. What has happen in his life to allow the mask that he had carefully crafted to break? Nothing in his life has changed or has it? Whatever musing Nanashi were about to have was cut off, body stiffing, eye widen in shock at the voice and with one simple word his world can't crashing down. .
“Daddy. . .”
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Nanashi woke up with a small gasps, perspiration glistering off his exposed upper body, breathing slightly rag-git, and mind going a mile of minute. He always had the dreams that dealt with him battling the dreaded monsters, but unlike all the other ones this one ended in a surprising twist and it was this twist that caused him to wake up with such a start.
Could she be the reason?
He questioned himself, having gotten out of bed and moved to a long forgotten drawer pulling out a picture of one of his most previous people. A lone tear splashed on the frame, small dust rising upward from being disturbed, it had been awhile since he had even looked at the picture. A little bit to long if Nanashi would truly admitted to himself.
I never forgot about you. . .
Yes, he never forgotten about her nor the circumstances that surrounded her early demise, even thinking about that cause him to clinch his fist in anger.
When I find them, they will pay. . .
Oh yes, they will pay dearly for what they did. While before he didn't have the means, skill set or influence to get what was desire, such was not the case now. Everything was being aligned or in aligned and not it's just a matter of execution. Those who did this to them would better start praying to their respective deity for no Kami will be able to save them from the wrath that's Nanashi. . .not no one.
The slight stinging in his right hand, blood tinkling down the crevasse snapped the man out of his thoughts.
I can always think about that later. There are other things that I need to do today.
That's right. It had been almost week since the mission he had with Alessi, and him subsequently telling her that they will need to talk about something rather important and only recently did he send her a letter regarding the day and time when they were going to met. And that day was today. With that in mind he left the confines of his room and began a morning ritual that he were so custom to. It was roughly twenty-five minutes before he emerged from his home, decked out in the typical Iwagakure shinobi attire, eyes squinting from the sun glare, it being almost none, the warmth from the rays being a welcome sensation.
Moving through the crowded streets of Iwagakure, Nanashi absentmindedly waved at the denizen of the place, while thinking about what exactly he'll tell his student. He couldn't outright tell her that he had joined Anbu, for that would be breaking the oath that he swore just a few days ago along being considered an act of treason. So what could he exactly tell her?
By the time he had made up his mind, he had arrived at the destination, the hot spring, the steam rising from the hot weather warming up the slightly chilly at. The peculiar hot spring that he had arrived out was one of the few outdoor ones, owned by the Kanetsu's clan head and current Tsuchikage, Kanetsu Kazu, someone who Nanashi knew on a personally level, having implanted a certain eye for he. So it didn't take much for the medic to persuaded the man in allowing him to use it.
Moving towards the edge of the hot spring, his lone eye looked across it's vastness, waiting for his student to arrive, back turned towards the entrance.Learning Needle Hell|A-Rank| 1617 out 2000