09-19-2015, 04:15 PM
“It’s done.”
“I… I don’t believe it…”
Facial expressions shifted from a smile to mock disappointment, as the nurse in question cocked an eyebrow and challenged “Go ahead then, look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Standing in what appeared to be a provisional medic station, the shinobi turned from the woman and upon a mirror provided, took in his reflection. The head band, bearing the symbol of the Hidden Leaf, had been fastened across the left side of his face, shielding the gruesome, mauled flesh produced from a Flak Cannon discharge, taken at point blank. All compliments of the bounty hunter, Samus Aron. In fact, the Abyss had given the Uchiha quite a beating, sustaining heavy burns and injuries to the chest, abdomen, and jaw, but as he observed himself now…
With use of his hand, the headband came lose and fell from its position, revealing a dark, ebony eye peering back at him — an Uchiha eye, unscathed and the Sharingan ever present within.
“See, what did I tell you? Good as new.” the nurse beamed as her reflection appeared behind the recovered form of Sasuke’s. He knew her to be right, even before he had confirmed it with the mirror, he had already felt the use of his jaw return. Regardless, the regeneration performed was remarkable and astounded the youth as there was now a healthy reflection staring back at him.
Sasuke had seen the healing capabilities of the Omniverse before, through a run in with some terrorist, days before Dante’s Abyss, but nothing to this extent. It appeared that with this substance, Omnillium, you could accomplish the extraordinary; feats the youth long thought only fabled in the legends of forbidden jutsu.
Sasuke felt the use of his right hand, creating and releasing a fist as his thoughts of Omnillium, and gaining it to become stronger, lead him to thoughts of his brother, Itachi. Images of their dead parents flooded his mind’s eye, moments before Itachi cut them down. Instantly Sasuke’s reflection turned hostile; the hate in his blood near boiling.
Memories, ghosts, and the dead suffocated Sasuke’s subconscious, whispering hollowed woes of tragedy. His clan, his people, and the loved ones who cared for him… his family. No, nothing that transpired in the Abyss had meant a damn thing to Sasuke. With Itachi’s last breath still premature, no victories were claimed this day and it left a sour taste in the shinobi’s mouth.
The nurse, feeling the tension, took a cautious step backwards.
Blood stained imagery spiraled out of control within Sasuke, leaving him vulnerable to the truth. The role of hero had long since closed its eyes to him, passing away while the shinobi slept. A child’s sleep, the life that was, the dream he was meant to live — gone, never to return. His only solace now? The darkness. The devil’s fruit that granted vindication, substituted for salvation...Vengeance.
Watching the youth with reserve the nurse finally spoke up, timid, but with resolution, she attempted to ease the tension, “So, ff-fir— Ahem. So, first place, huh? Praise Omni, your folks must be proud. What are you going to do with that grand prize?”
The question worked as a grounding mechanism, bringing Sasuke back to the moment. He turned away from the mirror, studied the nurse for a moment in silence, and finally answered, “That’s easy. I’m going to--“
A voice sounded out of sight, interrupting the shinobi, “That answer and more! We’ll all find out, once we get our champion here to the press room, so that he may address all the fine viewers at home. Come now, we don’t have much time, and there is much to do.”
Turning to the voice, Sasuke observed a handsome man in his early thirties, dressed in a gaudy, three piece purple suit. His features were angular and his face was dominated by a set of deep, penetrating blue eyes, whilst his accent and general persona evoked that of a southern gentleman. Sasuke didn’t recognize him by appearance, but he knew him instantly. This man was none other than Karl Jak himself.
Like a pimp with a cowboy’s drawl. Only in the Omniverse folks.
“I… I don’t believe it…”
Facial expressions shifted from a smile to mock disappointment, as the nurse in question cocked an eyebrow and challenged “Go ahead then, look for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Standing in what appeared to be a provisional medic station, the shinobi turned from the woman and upon a mirror provided, took in his reflection. The head band, bearing the symbol of the Hidden Leaf, had been fastened across the left side of his face, shielding the gruesome, mauled flesh produced from a Flak Cannon discharge, taken at point blank. All compliments of the bounty hunter, Samus Aron. In fact, the Abyss had given the Uchiha quite a beating, sustaining heavy burns and injuries to the chest, abdomen, and jaw, but as he observed himself now…
With use of his hand, the headband came lose and fell from its position, revealing a dark, ebony eye peering back at him — an Uchiha eye, unscathed and the Sharingan ever present within.
“See, what did I tell you? Good as new.” the nurse beamed as her reflection appeared behind the recovered form of Sasuke’s. He knew her to be right, even before he had confirmed it with the mirror, he had already felt the use of his jaw return. Regardless, the regeneration performed was remarkable and astounded the youth as there was now a healthy reflection staring back at him.
Sasuke had seen the healing capabilities of the Omniverse before, through a run in with some terrorist, days before Dante’s Abyss, but nothing to this extent. It appeared that with this substance, Omnillium, you could accomplish the extraordinary; feats the youth long thought only fabled in the legends of forbidden jutsu.
Sasuke felt the use of his right hand, creating and releasing a fist as his thoughts of Omnillium, and gaining it to become stronger, lead him to thoughts of his brother, Itachi. Images of their dead parents flooded his mind’s eye, moments before Itachi cut them down. Instantly Sasuke’s reflection turned hostile; the hate in his blood near boiling.
Memories, ghosts, and the dead suffocated Sasuke’s subconscious, whispering hollowed woes of tragedy. His clan, his people, and the loved ones who cared for him… his family. No, nothing that transpired in the Abyss had meant a damn thing to Sasuke. With Itachi’s last breath still premature, no victories were claimed this day and it left a sour taste in the shinobi’s mouth.
The nurse, feeling the tension, took a cautious step backwards.
Blood stained imagery spiraled out of control within Sasuke, leaving him vulnerable to the truth. The role of hero had long since closed its eyes to him, passing away while the shinobi slept. A child’s sleep, the life that was, the dream he was meant to live — gone, never to return. His only solace now? The darkness. The devil’s fruit that granted vindication, substituted for salvation...Vengeance.
Watching the youth with reserve the nurse finally spoke up, timid, but with resolution, she attempted to ease the tension, “So, ff-fir— Ahem. So, first place, huh? Praise Omni, your folks must be proud. What are you going to do with that grand prize?”
The question worked as a grounding mechanism, bringing Sasuke back to the moment. He turned away from the mirror, studied the nurse for a moment in silence, and finally answered, “That’s easy. I’m going to--“
A voice sounded out of sight, interrupting the shinobi, “That answer and more! We’ll all find out, once we get our champion here to the press room, so that he may address all the fine viewers at home. Come now, we don’t have much time, and there is much to do.”
Turning to the voice, Sasuke observed a handsome man in his early thirties, dressed in a gaudy, three piece purple suit. His features were angular and his face was dominated by a set of deep, penetrating blue eyes, whilst his accent and general persona evoked that of a southern gentleman. Sasuke didn’t recognize him by appearance, but he knew him instantly. This man was none other than Karl Jak himself.
Like a pimp with a cowboy’s drawl. Only in the Omniverse folks.
Dante's Abyss 2015
GRAND CHAMPION
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