02-08-2016, 12:06 AM
The enemy of my enemy is… the ninja thought as he reflected on the ghastly, cerulean form of Tucer, and the predicament he had been thrown into.
A pain in my ass, he concluded. In one instant, he had gone from hot on the trail, to being imprisoned in some dead man’s marble palace. Time. It was a very valuable thing. Possibly more valuable than power. Power comes and goes, but time? You never get your time back. Sasuke didn’t have time. He certainly didn’t have the time it took for bones to crumble.
“Wait.” The ninja groaned his frustrations, before following after Tucer, “If it is as you say it is, then I have no choice but to release you from your bonds.”
After the spirit thanked him, Sasuke began to systematically access the smorgasbord of primes who had been, yet again, chosen by an otherworldly being to do their bidding. He figured he might see a few faces he would recognize from Dante’s Abyss, or perhaps New Babylon. Sasuke suddenly stopped in his tracks, mid-stride.
What if Itachi was here?! the ninja thought. This could be his ticket. He could end his search and slay his brother on this day and not the next. It wasn’t farfetched, Itachi had shown his face in stranger places; last Dante’s Abyss, for instance.
Alert, the ninja spun on his heels, taking in a panoramic view of the champions, and accessing their worth through Sharingan blessed eyes. His heart was racing, his legs weak, and his stomach in knots, all from the adrenaline dump he experienced in anticipation of finding his vengeance.
However, today was, sadly, not the day. Instead, the ninja found himself spiraling out of control, and his surroundings fading to darkness.
When he awoke, the shinobi expected to be on some island. The spirit had gone on and on about an island, but, just like last time, Sasuke found himself staring at a barren and desolate land instead. A scorched black earth, cracked with subterranean rivers of magma and volcanic mountains dominated the landscape. In every direction, terrifying billows of smolder and ash, formed from the sporadic eruptions of hazardous lava shrouded any sensible path.
This is all too familiar the shinobi thought with sensation running down his spine. Any minute he expected Itachi to lunge out at him, a great battle to commence, and only one Uchiha to be left standing. When that didn’t happen, he removed his clammy grip from the hilt of Kusanagi and crouched low, below the curtain of smog to assess his next move.
With his eyes clear of smoke, he spotted a strange weapon. No... not the weapon Tucer had promised him? Sasuke balked, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The ninja stared at it in disbelief for a moment, before packing it away. Shaking his head, he decided on a direction, and chuckled to himself as he went, “I knew there was a reason I wanted to punch that spirit's face in…”
A pain in my ass, he concluded. In one instant, he had gone from hot on the trail, to being imprisoned in some dead man’s marble palace. Time. It was a very valuable thing. Possibly more valuable than power. Power comes and goes, but time? You never get your time back. Sasuke didn’t have time. He certainly didn’t have the time it took for bones to crumble.
“Wait.” The ninja groaned his frustrations, before following after Tucer, “If it is as you say it is, then I have no choice but to release you from your bonds.”
After the spirit thanked him, Sasuke began to systematically access the smorgasbord of primes who had been, yet again, chosen by an otherworldly being to do their bidding. He figured he might see a few faces he would recognize from Dante’s Abyss, or perhaps New Babylon. Sasuke suddenly stopped in his tracks, mid-stride.
What if Itachi was here?! the ninja thought. This could be his ticket. He could end his search and slay his brother on this day and not the next. It wasn’t farfetched, Itachi had shown his face in stranger places; last Dante’s Abyss, for instance.
Alert, the ninja spun on his heels, taking in a panoramic view of the champions, and accessing their worth through Sharingan blessed eyes. His heart was racing, his legs weak, and his stomach in knots, all from the adrenaline dump he experienced in anticipation of finding his vengeance.
However, today was, sadly, not the day. Instead, the ninja found himself spiraling out of control, and his surroundings fading to darkness.
When he awoke, the shinobi expected to be on some island. The spirit had gone on and on about an island, but, just like last time, Sasuke found himself staring at a barren and desolate land instead. A scorched black earth, cracked with subterranean rivers of magma and volcanic mountains dominated the landscape. In every direction, terrifying billows of smolder and ash, formed from the sporadic eruptions of hazardous lava shrouded any sensible path.
This is all too familiar the shinobi thought with sensation running down his spine. Any minute he expected Itachi to lunge out at him, a great battle to commence, and only one Uchiha to be left standing. When that didn’t happen, he removed his clammy grip from the hilt of Kusanagi and crouched low, below the curtain of smog to assess his next move.
With his eyes clear of smoke, he spotted a strange weapon. No... not the weapon Tucer had promised him? Sasuke balked, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The ninja stared at it in disbelief for a moment, before packing it away. Shaking his head, he decided on a direction, and chuckled to himself as he went, “I knew there was a reason I wanted to punch that spirit's face in…”
Dante's Abyss 2015
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