Days of Future Resurrection 18: Across the Dome!
"Look kid, you can be rouge all you want but you're not leaving here until we get your Scroll of Demons and Scroll of Pain." A shinobi from the Land of Waves shouted.
"If you want to see demons and feel pain, I'd be happy to oblige you. But I will not give you these scrolls." Hikaru replied.
"Fine! We will beat the scrolls out of you." The Wave shinobi yelled.
"I'm surprised they let in a six man group into the fight. But if you want to defeat me then you will need to gather every other person in this dome to do it. You could say that I am the, Madara, of this exam." Hikaru replied. Hikaru was still in the volcanic biome, visibility was low due to the ash that swept through the dead landscape. The biome was modeled very true to what volcanic ash would do to a small rural town. All of the people in the blast radius were frozen in time and their bodies were replaced with ash. Hikaru loved this place and wished he never had to leave, but he had an objective, get to the final rounds of the Chunin Exams. He could never die but he was nothing in comparison to Madara.
"Who the hell is Madara? Is he one of your groupies?" A squeaky voiced boy from the Waves asked. Hikaru dropped his smug grin and looked amazed.
"Are you serious right now? It sounds like to me, you just asked who Madara is. Did I hear the question correctly?" Hikaru asked.
"Are you playing dumb with me?" The squeaky one asked.
"You are truly disgusting shinobi, you know that? Tell you what! I will break all of the bones in your body that will not result in your death. Hmmm? It seems to me that, you are under qualified to be a shinobi. Had this been anywhere else under any other circumstance, I would kill you all. But I think that would strictly go against the rules that Julian put up. Now then, shall we get on with the beatings?" Hikaru said as he smiled. "Good. Demon Style: Demonic Blade Play."
"Get him!" Yelled the head of the group of shinobi from the Land of Waves.
Across the Dome in the urban biome, sniper fire echoed in the alleyways. "Satomi! There is a God damn sniper somewhere but I can't put a pin on his location!" Rei yelled through the radio.
"I have my puppets searching the area! Bear will take out whoever this sniper is! A large number of shinobi have landed in the Urban area. Did you get a look at him at all?" Satomi asked through the radio.
"I think he had a headband from the Rain Village." Keito said. Keito had found herself a sniper rifle that she had named 'Rosaline.' She turned from around the piece of cover her and Rei were using and quickly looked into the scope and searched for the four vertical lines that made the Rain Village headband. "Found it!" Keito said to Rei. Keito fired four rounds at the assailant. Three went zooming by his leg and the fourth struck him in the shoulder.
"I also found him, Keito. Thankfully you only incapacitated him. No one should have to die here in the exams." Satomi said as he crouched over the boy. "What scrolls do you have? You've been defeated, so you'd better start talking." Satomi said as he stared the boy in the eye. The boy from the Rain Village looked over towards his combat knife that had ended up next to the window where he had been shooting from. The boy leapt towards it but was stopped by a large puppet which promptly bit its razor sharp teeth into the boy's hand. The boy jolted backwards, crying and screaming.
"Take my fucking scroll man, just stop using the puppet! It is a scroll of Pain, damn it!" The boy screamed through his tears.
"Ironic, isn't it?" Satomi asked. Satomi used his puppet bear to grab the boy's sniper and crush it inside of its chest.
Across the Dome, a boy from the Land of Waves had his back to the wall of a hut that was covered in ash. Slowly pacing towards the boy from the distance, Hikaru's silhouette approached the boy. The scared child hastily moved around the hut. He started out with a light jog, then he picked it up to a run, he then started sprinting but that quickly deteriorated into a mad dash for his own life. He looked behind him but he could no longer see the figure moving towards him, relaxed, he looked forward and ran straight into a screaming statue of a person that was trapped in time. The boy tripped and smashed his face into the ground, swallowing and breathing in the ash clad ground around him. The boy felt a burning sensation in his chest and rolled over onto his back, starting to cough up a wet, black, greasy paste. He coughed and violently beat against his own chest like it was a drum. He started crying, he didn't want to die here, in the exams, choking on ashes of all things. Half an hour went by and his vision started to run blurry. Finally, he beat his hand atop his chest so hard, that his lungs started to spew black paste back out his mouth again. The paste flowed freely and the boy thought it would never end but finally it did. The joyless soul turned into a soul filled with happiness. "Maybe I will survive!"
"Black Ash Tar is very dangerous, you know?" the voice said.
Frozen, his joy turn bitter, "Leave, demon! I wish not to see you!" the boy yelled.
"Wish to see me or not, I'm still here and I'm not going away." Hikaru said. The hopeless boy stood and tried to run to safety, but was stopped suddenly, pain lanced through his body. He looked down, a sword was sticking through both of his ankles, pinning him to the ground. The injured shinobi screamed, tears rushing down his face. His howl was so powerful that it cleared the ash in the air out from around him. "Now that you can't go anywhere, let's talk about the scroll situation." Hikaru cheerfully said as the boy was crying in pain. "Stop that. Stop that right now! Damn it listen to me!" Hikaru yelled as he crushed the boy's head into the ground. "Stop that god damn crying right now before I beat the hell out of you!" Hikaru said with anger.
"Kill me or spare me, but do not waste my time!" the kid said. The shinobi stopped his crying, waiting for what Hikaru had to say.
"That is the spirit! I absolutely love rebellion from the hopeless. It's so….inspiring. Well for me it is. For you, you won't like the ending I have for you, will you?" a happy Hikaru sung.
"What are you talking about?" the shinobi asked.
"Well, let me put it to you like this. I'm a loyal follower of Jashin! I can say that out loud now because I have a Genjutsu barrier around our little area here. No one outside can hear us and we can't hear anyone outside. Moving on to the point, the worst sin I could perform to Jashin is leave survivors." Hikaru said as he sat down next to the boy. The boy, lying on his stomach, looked at Hikaru with disbelief. "Now, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking 'Oh what an honor to meet someone from the Jashin Cult.' It is true, the Cult is infamous for its frowned upon beliefs but I can assure you, I will not kill you. All you have to do is give me your scrolls." Hikaru said with a smile as he cocked his head to the side.
"If not killing is a sin of yours, why did you leave the others alive?" the shinobi asked, without hope.
"Well, that's the thing isn't it, I can already tell you that these radio earpieces that we use can monitor our thoughts. I haven't been thinking about killing at all nor has the intent of killing entertained my mind. So, I killed them, but they will never know that I had the intent of killing them because I never even thought about killing in the first place." Hikaru laughed.
"You're a mad man!" the shinobi yelled.
"Oh yes, I truly do love it when they say that line. Say it again!" Hikaru demanded. The boy remain silent. Hikaru kicked the boy in the head. "Say it...again!" Hikaru screamed.
"You're a mad man!" the boy started to cry, broken.
"Oh, I love it when they start to cry." Hikaru yelled. Then Hikaru took a breath and looked down at the boy, cold, "Now, give me your scrolls, and your pain will end." Hikaru said emotionless. The boy shuffled his hand into his pocket, and handed Hikaru his scrolls of Justice and Unity.
"Let me go!" the scared boy yelled.
"I will let you go, I will let you go from this life." Hikaru said.
"You bastard! You and your cult will be hunted down and you will all be killed!" the boy screamed. The boy grabbed his kunai and thrust it straight threw Hikaru's heart with all his force. Hikaru stood still.
"I'm sorry, but I thought you actually knew what happens to all Jashin initiates. See, we are all immortal. We even have a guy from over 6000 years ago still in the cult. But, do you want to know why I love this scene of volcanic ash?" Hikaru asked.
"You're a demon!" the boy yelled. The boy tried to take his hands off the kunai in Hikaru's chest but Hikaru held the boy's hands there.
"Well, I'm not a demon but I am flattered by your compliment, the truth is I have a jutsu that only works when there is sufficient ash or dust in the air. There usually isn't enough in the everyday world but in this biome, there is more than enough. Tell me, if you saw yourself, from the feet up, start to turn into one of the many ash figures you saw around the place, what would you do?" Hikaru asked.
"What... wait!" The boy looked at his feet. Ashes were replacing his limbs and he started to cry, quickly, the ashes consumed the boy leaving nothing but a kunai that had once belonged to crying child.
"Your impressions of our insane sister, Grrimm have gotten very well. You normally don't act insane. Normally you try to get the victims into the cult before you kill them." Hidan said through the radio.
"Sometimes it is nice to act insane like Grrimm." Hikaru replied.
"How old was that kid?" Hidan asked.
"About 10 or 11. Why do you ask?" Hikaru replied.
"Wow, you even kill people that young. Good for you! You are well on your way to becoming a Prophet of Jashin!" Hidan said.
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