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Chapter 31: The Dojo
"Merde!" Waka cursed under his breath as he walked through the darkened dojo. The inside had been twisted into a maze – Master Onigiri was going to pitch a fit as soon as he got back from Shinshu Field. He stepped over a puddle of black goo, glancing back and forth, waiting for something – anything, at this point – to jump out at him. Anything.
Anything.
Anything.
"Odd, usually that works," he muttered, walking around a corner. "Where is every-"
The large beast came from above, and Waka stuck his sword in the air, driving it into its chest. The demon dissipated with a guttural roar of pain.
"That was disappointing," Waka muttered, "I expected this to be harder." Silence once again blanketed the dark dojo, interrupted only by his own footsteps in the near-emptiness. "Where is everybody?"
Waka stepped around another corner, and a large shadow made of three tails fell over him.
"Oh. Merde." The first fox lunged, and Waka ducked under it, driving his blade up into its chest. Dark blood streamed down the blood and stained his sleeves as he removed it from the beast's body, and turned to face the other two. "Where did they-?"
The second one pinned him to the ground, teeth sinking into his back, and Waka grimaced as it bit again and again, each wound closing up shortly after. He rolled away, sending it tumbling as the third leapt at him from the side, and he jumped out of the way. They both approached him, slowly and menacingly, and Waka's back hit the wall as he braced the sword in his hands. They cackled as he glanced from one to the other.
They dashed forward, and Waka jumped, landing on the second one's back, and jumped behind them before driving his blade into the second one's shoulder. It let out a fierce growl of pain, and the first one was on him again, teeth tearing away at his shirt and leaving streaks on his skin as his flesh regenerated. Waka swung into the first one's neck, and black splattered onto the front of his shirt as the beast fell in a growing pool of the tainted blood. He jumped away from the second one as it lunged, and chuckled a bit as it crashed into another wall before he faced the third, which was glaring at him, eyes glinting in the darkness.
"Alright," Waka said as it poised for battle, the second fox running over to join it, "let's finish this."