05-31-2018, 09:59 PM
More dead cannibals. Lurking from the shadows, Uchiha eyes saw their demise before it came.
Once more, the youthful form of Sasuke Uchiha appeared to defy the laws of physics. He had remained upright as he overcame the walls of yet, another watchtower, getting the drop on yet, another set of guards. Bounding through the air with one knee held high, the ninja soared overhead, closing the distance on the tower’s guards, and unsheathed the threat in Kusanagi.
An impressive feat. Most of his targets never even saw it coming, and the one that did, only managed to scream, prior to its culmination. “LOOK OUT!” he shouted, but it was all for naught. With dedicated precision, the ninja had already capitalized on the momentum afforded to him, performed a summersault, and executed a devastating heel kick.
WHAM!
The force of the impact billowed out gusts of sand in all directions. Heel clobbered cranium, forehead shattered floorstone, and Sasuke’s foe became incapacitated immediately, slumping over into a permanent coma.
“Only four of you?” the shinobi complained as his feet found the sandstone under them. He looked to his unconscious victim and corrected himself, “Three of you, now.” Explosive in his movements, the ninja wasted little time in following up on his attack. He pounced on his prey, burst forward with his blade at the ready, and forged their respect for Kusanagi in blood. Slashing, stabbing, and hacking, he only clashed momentarily, before inevitably finding flesh. Sasuke’s swordsmanship was a work of beautiful calligraphy, depicted through a collection of lacerations, and could obviously fell much greater foes than the likes of these. Two more bodies hit the sands with a thud, and shinobi sighed, unimpressed, “How disappointing.”
“You sniveling brat!” the last cannibal bellowed as he brandished a six shooter and reeled, discharging several rounds. “I’m gonna eat you alive, boy!” the cannibal shrieked between revolver blasts. Gun residue and smoke filled the shinobi’s nostrils, while he weaved through bullets and over a staircase, until finally, he sank Kusanagi into his opponent’s chest.
“Bb-but, but how?!” Gasping, the bandit hacked up blood and made gurgling sounds in place of speech, before he managed to ask, “How did you get past the other towers?!”
The Dante’s Abyss champion said nothing, he simply looked, forlorn, to the cacophony of explosions going off in the foreground. Finally he smiled. It was genuine, thoughtful, and came followed by a name, “Naruto…”
“What?” the cannibal slurred his words, coated in blood, “The f*ck’s a Naruto?”
“Nothing.” Sasuke told the dying cannibal, as he knelt closer to him, and gave Kusanagi a twist, inciting an agony-stricken howl, along with the departing of the cannibal’s last breath. “A trick I leaned from an old friend.” the shinobi said, more to himself.
“Who’re you?!”
“Doesn’t matter” the shinobi smirked, experiencing deja vu for the second time today, as he slapped the final paper bomb, in a succession of multiple, to another guard’s chest. He then slammed his elbow into an advancing bandit, flipped one off his back, and retreated to the air, defenestrating himself from the tower.
The cannibals rushed to the tower’s edge, hoping to witness the shinobi’s freefall to a welcoming death below, but caught the sight of him giving a wink, and the middle finger instead. All of this, just before he dispersed into a plume of smoke, and the bandits became engulfed in a horrific explosion.
Having finally reached the outpost, the horseback convoy, of slaver and enslaved, found the west tower unmanned on arrival. Weary of the omen it represented, the chain-gang was brought to an abrupt halt, and two slavers were sent into the tower for further inspection. The remainder slavers strengthened their supervision of the prisoners and awaited response from outside the gates.
“What’s going on?” a confused slave turned to another.
“Something’s not right.” a different slave interjected.
A slaver, who obviously fashioned himself a leader among the cannibals, took charge and started barking orders, “Draw your weapons, men, and stay alert!” He stopped to survey the faces among the slaves before continuing. “And if we come under attack,” he announced with a devious countenance, “slaughter the livestock first.”
“Livestock?!” a slave exclaimed, as murmurs, despair, and a quiet alarm broke out amongst the slaves, but in truth, that only proved to rile the slavers. Fiendish and repugnant, the cannibals seemed to enjoy their captives fear, as though fear was some sort of delicacy, a disgusting meat tenderizer and/or preferred seasoning…
A beat later the cannibal scouts had returned from the tower, they were now talking amongst themselves and to the other cannibals, just out of earshot of the slaves. “It’s as we feared,” one slaver reported, “all dead up there and it’s a bloody mess.”
“Aye,” the other cannibal scout interjected, “made me hungry.” He kept a carnivore’s watchful eye on their haul of secondaries as he spoke. “And, you can bet the other towers are in the same shape.”
“Where is everyone?” a slaver asked in response. Concern, and perhaps even fear, laced the cannibal’s voice as he spoke.
“I killed them.”
Everyone was startled, slaver and slave alike, all jumped at the sound of a foreign voice. It was Sasuke Uchiha who spoke, and he wasn’t finished, “All of them,” the shinobi began, “they’re all dead now. Awake or not. I killed them all. There’s no moral high ground in the slaying of waking cannibals verses sleeping ones.” He paused and looked a slaver dead in the eye, “Vermin’s vermin.”
“You killed our men?!” the lead slaver demanded, relentless for answers from Sasuke, “And while they were F*CKING SLEEPIING?!?!”
“You aren’t too smart, are you?” the ninja scoffed, heeding no never-mind to cannibal’s attempts at intimidation, “Isn’t that what I just told you, Captain Obvious?” He then delighted in proceeding with a retelling, of the slaughtering he did to the cannibal’s sleeping comrades. How he had slit the throats of countless, while they had laid asleep in their bunks. There were so many of them, a few had even woke and given him trouble. Truth be told, he didn’t think he was going to finish before the enslavers arrived, but he was, oh so happy to be wrong about that.
“You’re lying.” the captain slaver spat, “No way just one little brat did all that, not without help!”
“I had help.” the shinobi grinned.
“Sadow Clone Jutsu!” Sasuke had previously commanded, echoed visually by the shinobi’s hand signs, and at a mad dash towards the encampment. Populating two clones, and delegating them each to a task, the three Sasukes each set to conquering a tower of their own.
“So, that’s how you got past the towers.” a cannibal snarled as he, and many like him, drew their respective weapon of choice.
“It’s no big deal, really.” the shinobi cooed whilst his eyes, ever calculating, began to drink in the environment, and aroused his heightened sense for battle, “It’s what you should expect of an Uchiha,” Sasuke smirked, then reconsidered, “from any of the Leaf...”
“Lick of good it will do you now, boy.” a bandit screeched, lurching forward and headlong into battle with the shinobi, followed by his comrades. “LOOK AT US,” he boomed in between exchanges, “there’s over FIFTY OF US!!!”
Within the hour, they were all dead.
Once more, the youthful form of Sasuke Uchiha appeared to defy the laws of physics. He had remained upright as he overcame the walls of yet, another watchtower, getting the drop on yet, another set of guards. Bounding through the air with one knee held high, the ninja soared overhead, closing the distance on the tower’s guards, and unsheathed the threat in Kusanagi.
An impressive feat. Most of his targets never even saw it coming, and the one that did, only managed to scream, prior to its culmination. “LOOK OUT!” he shouted, but it was all for naught. With dedicated precision, the ninja had already capitalized on the momentum afforded to him, performed a summersault, and executed a devastating heel kick.
WHAM!
The force of the impact billowed out gusts of sand in all directions. Heel clobbered cranium, forehead shattered floorstone, and Sasuke’s foe became incapacitated immediately, slumping over into a permanent coma.
“Only four of you?” the shinobi complained as his feet found the sandstone under them. He looked to his unconscious victim and corrected himself, “Three of you, now.” Explosive in his movements, the ninja wasted little time in following up on his attack. He pounced on his prey, burst forward with his blade at the ready, and forged their respect for Kusanagi in blood. Slashing, stabbing, and hacking, he only clashed momentarily, before inevitably finding flesh. Sasuke’s swordsmanship was a work of beautiful calligraphy, depicted through a collection of lacerations, and could obviously fell much greater foes than the likes of these. Two more bodies hit the sands with a thud, and shinobi sighed, unimpressed, “How disappointing.”
“You sniveling brat!” the last cannibal bellowed as he brandished a six shooter and reeled, discharging several rounds. “I’m gonna eat you alive, boy!” the cannibal shrieked between revolver blasts. Gun residue and smoke filled the shinobi’s nostrils, while he weaved through bullets and over a staircase, until finally, he sank Kusanagi into his opponent’s chest.
“Bb-but, but how?!” Gasping, the bandit hacked up blood and made gurgling sounds in place of speech, before he managed to ask, “How did you get past the other towers?!”
The Dante’s Abyss champion said nothing, he simply looked, forlorn, to the cacophony of explosions going off in the foreground. Finally he smiled. It was genuine, thoughtful, and came followed by a name, “Naruto…”
“What?” the cannibal slurred his words, coated in blood, “The f*ck’s a Naruto?”
“Nothing.” Sasuke told the dying cannibal, as he knelt closer to him, and gave Kusanagi a twist, inciting an agony-stricken howl, along with the departing of the cannibal’s last breath. “A trick I leaned from an old friend.” the shinobi said, more to himself.
***
“Who’re you?!”
“Doesn’t matter” the shinobi smirked, experiencing deja vu for the second time today, as he slapped the final paper bomb, in a succession of multiple, to another guard’s chest. He then slammed his elbow into an advancing bandit, flipped one off his back, and retreated to the air, defenestrating himself from the tower.
The cannibals rushed to the tower’s edge, hoping to witness the shinobi’s freefall to a welcoming death below, but caught the sight of him giving a wink, and the middle finger instead. All of this, just before he dispersed into a plume of smoke, and the bandits became engulfed in a horrific explosion.
***
“Go check it out.”Having finally reached the outpost, the horseback convoy, of slaver and enslaved, found the west tower unmanned on arrival. Weary of the omen it represented, the chain-gang was brought to an abrupt halt, and two slavers were sent into the tower for further inspection. The remainder slavers strengthened their supervision of the prisoners and awaited response from outside the gates.
“What’s going on?” a confused slave turned to another.
“Something’s not right.” a different slave interjected.
A slaver, who obviously fashioned himself a leader among the cannibals, took charge and started barking orders, “Draw your weapons, men, and stay alert!” He stopped to survey the faces among the slaves before continuing. “And if we come under attack,” he announced with a devious countenance, “slaughter the livestock first.”
“Livestock?!” a slave exclaimed, as murmurs, despair, and a quiet alarm broke out amongst the slaves, but in truth, that only proved to rile the slavers. Fiendish and repugnant, the cannibals seemed to enjoy their captives fear, as though fear was some sort of delicacy, a disgusting meat tenderizer and/or preferred seasoning…
A beat later the cannibal scouts had returned from the tower, they were now talking amongst themselves and to the other cannibals, just out of earshot of the slaves. “It’s as we feared,” one slaver reported, “all dead up there and it’s a bloody mess.”
“Aye,” the other cannibal scout interjected, “made me hungry.” He kept a carnivore’s watchful eye on their haul of secondaries as he spoke. “And, you can bet the other towers are in the same shape.”
“Where is everyone?” a slaver asked in response. Concern, and perhaps even fear, laced the cannibal’s voice as he spoke.
“I killed them.”
Everyone was startled, slaver and slave alike, all jumped at the sound of a foreign voice. It was Sasuke Uchiha who spoke, and he wasn’t finished, “All of them,” the shinobi began, “they’re all dead now. Awake or not. I killed them all. There’s no moral high ground in the slaying of waking cannibals verses sleeping ones.” He paused and looked a slaver dead in the eye, “Vermin’s vermin.”
“You killed our men?!” the lead slaver demanded, relentless for answers from Sasuke, “And while they were F*CKING SLEEPIING?!?!”
“You aren’t too smart, are you?” the ninja scoffed, heeding no never-mind to cannibal’s attempts at intimidation, “Isn’t that what I just told you, Captain Obvious?” He then delighted in proceeding with a retelling, of the slaughtering he did to the cannibal’s sleeping comrades. How he had slit the throats of countless, while they had laid asleep in their bunks. There were so many of them, a few had even woke and given him trouble. Truth be told, he didn’t think he was going to finish before the enslavers arrived, but he was, oh so happy to be wrong about that.
“You’re lying.” the captain slaver spat, “No way just one little brat did all that, not without help!”
“I had help.” the shinobi grinned.
***
“Sadow Clone Jutsu!” Sasuke had previously commanded, echoed visually by the shinobi’s hand signs, and at a mad dash towards the encampment. Populating two clones, and delegating them each to a task, the three Sasukes each set to conquering a tower of their own.
***
“So, that’s how you got past the towers.” a cannibal snarled as he, and many like him, drew their respective weapon of choice.
“It’s no big deal, really.” the shinobi cooed whilst his eyes, ever calculating, began to drink in the environment, and aroused his heightened sense for battle, “It’s what you should expect of an Uchiha,” Sasuke smirked, then reconsidered, “from any of the Leaf...”
“Lick of good it will do you now, boy.” a bandit screeched, lurching forward and headlong into battle with the shinobi, followed by his comrades. “LOOK AT US,” he boomed in between exchanges, “there’s over FIFTY OF US!!!”
Within the hour, they were all dead.
Dante's Abyss 2015
GRAND CHAMPION
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