Tenchu: Death Comes in Pairs
Made By: Fanficitoner-2019
Chapter 8: Souls Don't Sleep, They Die
It made him laugh, they way they had threatened the Gohda clan. They way they had attacked the clan and tried to scare them; shrink their morale to a mere nothing. Sung clenched his fists and turned away from the guard and Ayame. "This is unacceptable. I have to find them and annihilate their leader." Stated Sung, turning his head to look at the sun setting in the air.
"But--"
"I know about the injuries, and they won't affect my battle prowess." Sung said.
"Let me go in your stead. If they manage to hit you in your weak spots, you'll be captured and probably tortured. I won't allow that." A familiar voice gruffly offered. Ayame, the guard and Sung looked to see Rikimaru approach from the shadowed door. Sung bowed politely and began chuckling to himself. At the sight of the chuckling the guard raised a brow questionably.
"I've decided. It will be Rikimaru and I that will partake this epic mission." The samurai said as he put his hand out to Rikimaru. The two hands shook, both the samurai and the ninja looking deep into the other's eyes, ready to take on anything that would threaten the clan. A softer much more tender hand clasped on top of the other two's hands tightly.
"You're not leaving me by myself! It'd be too boring staying here while you two kill enemies off!" Ayame said in her normal cocky tone. Under his mask Rikimaru smiled, his old partner still acting the way she had always in the before years. Off went the guard to tell their lord of the impending action as the three each jumped out of the window of the room.
After a day or so . . . .
"We've been heading around for a day and STILL we have yet to find anyone!" Ayame screamed aloud.
"Patience is required for this mission." Rikimaru said as he and Sung look cautiously around trees. Something felt wrong to all three of the warriors . . .they could feel it in the wind.
"We've got company." Sung said as he looked to a few trees. Out from behind the trees were three black clad ninja barehanded with no weapons. In every direction, every degree, there was at least one ninja. Just as the three got into fighting positions, three actually colored ninja approached, one red, one green, one blue.
"What's this? Actual non-lackeys? I'm impressed!" Ayame said cockily as she drew her two wakizashi. She turned to Sung, watching him put down his sheathed katana on the cold ground. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"I need barehanded practice anyway. My injury has been sustaining me from actually fighting." Sung said as he got into his fighting stance from before. The red colored ninja put his hand up and threw it down, screaming 'attack' in Japanese. Ninja rushed from all sides like a tidal wave near the coast of a tropical island!
A punch was thrown at Sung's face at a blinding speed. Sung ducked and upset punched (like an uppercut only in the gut) the ninja, knocking the air out of his lungs and forcing him into the others behind him. A quick roundhouse kick to the head finished him off; yet Sung kept his leg up and waited for the others to charge. Meanwhile on the other side of the battlefield Ayame had jumped over an attacker and spun, slashing the neck of the attacker. Knowing there were others she stabbed backwards and managed to stab to separate ninja in the stomach, then withdrew her weapons.
Rikimaru was having an easier time, taking out each ninja with one strike. His fighting prowess and experience was obviously showing because of this. A kick was thrown at him; with fluidity he spun around the ninja and knife handed a nerve in his neck, killing him. With uncanny pre-knowledge he threw a sidekick and hit an attacker in the face, then used the same leg to roundhouse another in the temple. The wave slowly died down, various kicks and punches thrown everywhere on all sides. At one point Sung went punch berserk and took down 6 attackers with just a fluid barrage of punches.
The last few were taken down with ease, only leaving the three colored ninja standing with their arms crossed. One could not tell emotion from them because the lack of pupils and cortex in their eyes. Basically their eyes were just pure white, emotionless balls in sockets in the skull. Rikimaru Ayame and Sung knew that there was just enough for each one of them to take. The main problem was the anonymity of their skills; were they super strong? Agile? Or a mix of both? The three had to wait and see with patience.
"We challenge each one of you to a single match, no weapons." The red ninja gruffly stated.
"If you use weapons we will use our own way of weapons." The green one stated in a smooth yet fearful tone.
"One match at a time will be fought." The last blue colored ninja said.
"So who's fighting who?" Ayame asked the three. The red ninja stepped forward and got into a traditional Tae Kwon Do fighting stance and beckoned Rikimaru with his hand . . . . .
Made By: Fanficitoner-2019
Chapter 8: Souls Don't Sleep, They Die
It made him laugh, they way they had threatened the Gohda clan. They way they had attacked the clan and tried to scare them; shrink their morale to a mere nothing. Sung clenched his fists and turned away from the guard and Ayame. "This is unacceptable. I have to find them and annihilate their leader." Stated Sung, turning his head to look at the sun setting in the air.
"But--"
"I know about the injuries, and they won't affect my battle prowess." Sung said.
"Let me go in your stead. If they manage to hit you in your weak spots, you'll be captured and probably tortured. I won't allow that." A familiar voice gruffly offered. Ayame, the guard and Sung looked to see Rikimaru approach from the shadowed door. Sung bowed politely and began chuckling to himself. At the sight of the chuckling the guard raised a brow questionably.
"I've decided. It will be Rikimaru and I that will partake this epic mission." The samurai said as he put his hand out to Rikimaru. The two hands shook, both the samurai and the ninja looking deep into the other's eyes, ready to take on anything that would threaten the clan. A softer much more tender hand clasped on top of the other two's hands tightly.
"You're not leaving me by myself! It'd be too boring staying here while you two kill enemies off!" Ayame said in her normal cocky tone. Under his mask Rikimaru smiled, his old partner still acting the way she had always in the before years. Off went the guard to tell their lord of the impending action as the three each jumped out of the window of the room.
After a day or so . . . .
"We've been heading around for a day and STILL we have yet to find anyone!" Ayame screamed aloud.
"Patience is required for this mission." Rikimaru said as he and Sung look cautiously around trees. Something felt wrong to all three of the warriors . . .they could feel it in the wind.
"We've got company." Sung said as he looked to a few trees. Out from behind the trees were three black clad ninja barehanded with no weapons. In every direction, every degree, there was at least one ninja. Just as the three got into fighting positions, three actually colored ninja approached, one red, one green, one blue.
"What's this? Actual non-lackeys? I'm impressed!" Ayame said cockily as she drew her two wakizashi. She turned to Sung, watching him put down his sheathed katana on the cold ground. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"I need barehanded practice anyway. My injury has been sustaining me from actually fighting." Sung said as he got into his fighting stance from before. The red colored ninja put his hand up and threw it down, screaming 'attack' in Japanese. Ninja rushed from all sides like a tidal wave near the coast of a tropical island!
A punch was thrown at Sung's face at a blinding speed. Sung ducked and upset punched (like an uppercut only in the gut) the ninja, knocking the air out of his lungs and forcing him into the others behind him. A quick roundhouse kick to the head finished him off; yet Sung kept his leg up and waited for the others to charge. Meanwhile on the other side of the battlefield Ayame had jumped over an attacker and spun, slashing the neck of the attacker. Knowing there were others she stabbed backwards and managed to stab to separate ninja in the stomach, then withdrew her weapons.
Rikimaru was having an easier time, taking out each ninja with one strike. His fighting prowess and experience was obviously showing because of this. A kick was thrown at him; with fluidity he spun around the ninja and knife handed a nerve in his neck, killing him. With uncanny pre-knowledge he threw a sidekick and hit an attacker in the face, then used the same leg to roundhouse another in the temple. The wave slowly died down, various kicks and punches thrown everywhere on all sides. At one point Sung went punch berserk and took down 6 attackers with just a fluid barrage of punches.
The last few were taken down with ease, only leaving the three colored ninja standing with their arms crossed. One could not tell emotion from them because the lack of pupils and cortex in their eyes. Basically their eyes were just pure white, emotionless balls in sockets in the skull. Rikimaru Ayame and Sung knew that there was just enough for each one of them to take. The main problem was the anonymity of their skills; were they super strong? Agile? Or a mix of both? The three had to wait and see with patience.
"We challenge each one of you to a single match, no weapons." The red ninja gruffly stated.
"If you use weapons we will use our own way of weapons." The green one stated in a smooth yet fearful tone.
"One match at a time will be fought." The last blue colored ninja said.
"So who's fighting who?" Ayame asked the three. The red ninja stepped forward and got into a traditional Tae Kwon Do fighting stance and beckoned Rikimaru with his hand . . . . .