A swing from Musashi’s Takashi, brimming with energy, came across Sabo’s neck, diverging it from the rest of his body. Blood would spill, mimicking the fate that he had dealt to his victims. Or so he had thought. Musashi had taken a few seconds to visualize how he’d kill Sabo. The preshot routine effect would allow him to better carry out the success rate of how he’d go about doing it.
Like this..... like that... Or perhaps instead of cutting out his liquid life with the retribution from the edge of his sword, he should use a Shinshikata technique? With a swing of his blades, he could have the man blindsided and constricted into a closed space, and following that, he would launch an attack of a complementary element to melt Sabo into pieces just like he had done to the women. His thoughts had re-arranged itself, and arrived at a more heinous conclusion. He would give Sabo a mutiliating death but attack from upfront, as a samurai. Musashi’s hands found themselves along the handles of his blades, gripping them so they can be instantaneously drawn. And so, he had went into action.
Into the present where Musashi springs into action in response to Sabo’s assault, he ran, but not directly towards him, to close in the distance between Sabo and he by two meters. He leapt off with such a burst of speed that a light whiff of air could be seen still hovering for two seconds from where he ran from. Upon reaching that landing mark, his mouth was open and the violent gale that he produced with his own chakra escaped from it. This high-speed stream of wind encompassed a decent area as it held many air currents turned into vacuum pockets that sliced like wind blades everything within its path. Devastation chopped everything in between Sabo and he, which included nothing but a table carrying men’s magazines. The cover page had included recent news about a celebrity scandal.
Immediately after that was casually torn apart, Sabo would fall victim to the attack which consisted of more slashes than the number that he dealt to the women around him. With every part covered, Sabo would be split into more pieces than his victims: Limbs would be lost and his chest and face would be perforated with severe, long wounds all over. Musashi wanted to deal great retribution against this offender of fellow men, and would move himself accordingly to follow Sabo’s own movements. Not that there was much use to move, for the area covered by the gale as well as the speed of it would make dodging this malevolent divine wind a futile straight-dive to one’s own death. One might think Musashi had been apathetic and too quick to respond to Sabo’s death from the moment Sabo called out to him. That is not so, for a brief visit to the yore of seconds ago will show the witness of the bloodbath that led to this violent duel to the death…………..
Musashi had alas found the latest volume of Hell Heroes!, and had opened up to the page where the main character had killed the last hellhound, who turned out to be a classmate of his who had shapeshifted into a hellhound by black magic to take part as a poor victim of the brutal maturation that was supposed to develop the main character’s personality into someone more ruthless. Musashi had been reading this loss of virtue and humanity within the MC, when all of a sudden Musashi had heard a particular sound. He had become familiar, accustomed to this sound, and so was tuned in through his ears only. He had become attuned to it a few weeks ago, having had produced it many times before. It was the
swish, followed by the
swoosh, and if there was contact, the
swash. And unfortunately for the targeted man, he had heard the
swash. At last, his attention had been caught which had started the duel between the man who was Invincible Under The Sun and the King of Loneliness in the first place. Musashi looked up from where he was, reading behind a stack of books when he had heard the sound of a quick draw. In an instant, ten women that were circled around Sabo were butchered into several pieces. His demonstration of an omnidirectional Iaido was refined, cleanly cutting ten humans into at least three distinct pieces with such speed and precision that their flesh did not go flying off into air. The parts that kept them together only collapsed when they have at least drawn their last breath, and met with the ground, painting a circle of blood with Sabo in the middle as if he was part of a Jashinic ritual. The Devil had decided to hit the books today. Blood had spurted out in waves and gushes, yes this Musashi would remember for the rest of his life. The women who were senselessly slaughtered right in front of him for no reason, and their liquid life spraying and coloring mystery-murder books red among all works of literature that failed victim to Sabo’s murderous bloodlust.
Musashi had seen all of this and felt a numb sensation run through his body before his own bloodlust warmed his very soul and body once again. Had he been the Hokage, he would have lost it and would have ended up trashing the Forsaken Ronin. But now this ninja-turned ronin who too had forsaken many of his ideals, simply had a seething rampage running on inside of him, an equal bloodlust that responded to Sabo’s call. It was then did Sabo fully catch Musashi’s attention, whose eyes were wide like that of a wild beast’s and teeth could be seen clenched. Adrenaline kicked in through his body, enhancing his body so it can perform at optimum condition and allowing him to focus with all of his awareness. Muscles were tight in his brawny arms, and here Musashi’s head could be seen shaking a little bit. No cringe or expression that suggested crying showed on his face. There was nothing but anger that responded to the abuse of power. His eyes did not sway from the man ten meters away from him, standing near the entrance of the store. The fight-or-flight response was offered to him, he who killed the man who slayed over 70 samurai. Sabo chose not to run, but to fight. And so did Musashi. Thus, the story of their conflict began.
Musashi had heard Sabo calling him through those bright-red sunglasses all smeared with blood while the sight and scent of blood permeated all over his body. The blood of virgin and non-virgin women stuck to him, and that metallic aroma spilled all over the room, as if it was literally radiating Sabo’s own bloodlust. Screams had filled the air, as customers and clerks quickly evacuated the vicinity, emptying the store quickly while staying away from the path of the killer. He was so disappointed, bitter, no, so ashamed that this man from the Land of Iron would come to him only to challenge him, involving innocent civilians in his rampage just so their deaths could provoke him. Well it struck a nerve, and triggered a power inside the swordsman.
Y-You…. imbecile! Musashi had thought. he did not think of things like how could this possibly be, how could he have done this…. or why… All he knew was that this man wanted to fight him all along, and that if he did not oblige and end his life right now, other people would also be killed by his swordsmanship. Musashi himself knew that Iaido was not something that should be treated lightly. He held the latest volume in his hand, crushing it with his grip. His chakra stimulated, Musashi had imagined two edges grinding onto one another, rubbing against each other with just friction that out would come fine, sharp, thin pieces. He had an impending feeling that their blades would clash with each other, sending out sparks of their fury into the air as they come to know each other’s hearts. The molding of his chakra had reflected the seething building inside of him. And so Musashi came to think about how he’d kill Sabo.
- Spoiler:
Name: Great Sickle Weasel Technique
Rank: B
Type: Ninjutsu
Element: Wind
Range: All
Duration: 1 Post
Hand Seals/Charge up: None
Description: This technique is a more powerful version of the Sickle Weasel Technique: many air currents collide to create vacuum pockets that slashes the opponents, capable of inflicting 6-8 inch lacerations and gashes as well as dismember limbs. This technique can deflect both physical and sound wave attacks and attack at the same time, making it both an offensive and defensive technique. However, it is easily affect-able, and can be knocked off course by any Wind jutsu.
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