Chapter 4
"The people you kill are like shadows that follow you,The more you slay, the more they become a part of you.They may either help you surpass all odds or shred you apart."
Author- Hamato Yoshi
Standing back up Leo turns on the phone seeing it was a GPS pointing to directions on what you could say was the outskirts of the city. It was leading to a place marked as M.E.C Leo turned off the phone putting it in a strap. He was walking away when he saw a motorcycle, the harley-davidson Cross Bones featured a strikingly vintage design with a rigid frame and minimalist bobber style. It sports a classic Spring Solo front end, wide "Ape Hanger" handlebars, and a compact round headlamp mounted on a narrow fender. The rear fender is short and minimalistic, complementing the bike's retro aesthetic. Its solo seat, often upholstered in leather, adds to the old-school charm, while the overall design emphasizes a stripped-down, classic look reminiscent of early Harley-Davidson models.
Leo then got on it, starting it with a roaring hum, Leo rode off soon making his way on a dirt path to the M.E.C it took him a while to get her despite driving as fast as the bike could go. The sun was just rising, filling the sky with orange clouds. As he was driving he looked in front of him, seeing Jetstream standing in the middle of the dirt road. Leo braked, managing to stop ten feet in front of Jetstream "Ah good morning turtle." Jetstream said waving at Leo who got off his bike quickly taking the third vial the pain lighted, throwing the vial away he spoke "Jetstream… you took my brother" Leo was tired though he couldn't feel the pain from his injuries he still was losing steam.
Jetstream smiled and ignoring Leo's statement he said "you're stronger than the last time i saw you must have killed the other two." Leo replied "yeah, and your next" Jetstream frowned saying "no, no i can tell just by looking at you your sword is still too unrefined." Jet then clapped, continuing "But not to worry i'll show you the basics!" Jet then walked to the side into an empty grass field Leo followed standing apart from each other. On a clear morning, the sky was scattered with hues of orange and pink as the sun began its ascent. The tranquil expanse of the field stretched out beneath a sky streaked with delicate, fiery clouds.
The grass, still wet with the remnants of the previous night's rain, shimmered in the early light, creating a landscape of serene beauty marred only by the anticipation of the impending clash. In this serene setting, two figures stood poised for battle: Leonardo and Jetstream Sam.Jetstream Clad in his advanced exoskeleton, which glinted with the first light of day, Sam exuded an air of calm and readiness. His exoskeleton, a pre-2016 model, was a masterpiece of technology, designed to enhance his physical capabilities and withstand extreme combat conditions. At his side, the Kusanagi blade rested in its sheath, the blue steel catching the early morning light.
Sam's posture was relaxed, yet his eyes betrayed a sharp focus, analyzing every detail of his opponent. Leonardo In stark contrast, Leonardo appeared weary and battle-worn. His single katana, though a symbol of his resolve, was marred by the wear and tear of countless battles. His muscles, though tense with anticipation, bore the signs of fatigue. Despite the exhaustion evident in his stance, his eyes were fierce, burning with an unwavering determination to see the fight through to its end. As the sun's rays cast long shadows across the field, the clash began. The first contact of their blades created a sharp, metallic ring that cut through the peaceful morning air. Sam drew his Kusanagi blade with an almost poetic grace, the blue steel humming with a high-frequency vibration.
The early light played across the blade, casting fleeting reflections that danced with every movement. Jet With a smooth, confident voice, he addressed Leonardo, "This is my HF Kusanagi blade, also known as the VT7 High-Frequency Blade. Blade Wolf informed me that its high-frequency conversion enhances the sword's properties, making it exceptionally powerful." He drew the blade in a perfect, practiced motion, showcasing its lethal edge. Leonardo His voice was steady despite the weariness, "Let's get this over with." The battle erupted with a flurry of rapid, precise strikes. Sam's movements were fluid and precise, each attack a testament to his mastery of iaido techniques and the amplification provided by his exoskeleton. His strikes came with the grace of a dancer, each motion deliberate and powerful.
Leonardo, though clearly exhausted, fought with a fierce intensity. His katana swung in powerful arcs, each movement fueled by a mixture of frustration and unwavering determination. The fight was a stark contrast to the peaceful morning, a tempest of steel and skill set against the serene backdrop. As they clashed, Sam's techniques seemed almost to teach Leonardo in real-time. The seasoned warrior's movements, while taunting, also conveyed a silent lesson in precision and combat strategy. Leonardo adapted quickly, his fighting style evolving with each encounter. Jet With a smirk, he taunted, "We've both heard enough speeches by now. History will decide who's right. End of story."
Leonardo's response was a low growl, his gaze steely and resolute, "Let's finish this."The intensity of the duel reached its zenith. Leonardo, despite his fatigue, pushed forward with relentless aggression. His katana cut through the air with a raw, powerful energy. Sam's exoskeleton absorbed and redirected Leonardo's attacks, each counter strike coming with a speed and force that showcased his superior combat skills. In a crucial moment, Jet drew the Kusanagi with a swift, precise motion. The blade's high-frequency edge sliced through Leonardo's defenses with chilling efficiency. The blade's hum intensified, resonating with each cut. Despite the pain, Leonardo managed to close the distance.
With a final, desperate thrust, he drove his katana into Jet's side. The impact was significant, but Jet, demonstrating his formidable resilience, broke the katana while it was still embedded. With a powerful counterattack, he slashed Leonardo, leaving an X mark across his chest. Jetstream sheathed the Kusanagi, he tossed it to Leonardo with a final piece of advice. "I taught you the basics, so don't slack off. Plus, you're going to need a sword. Take good care of her." His voice was calm, almost resigned, as he looked at Leonardo he breathed saying his last words "I hereby name thee Leonardo The Black Northeastern wind of battle" . Jet then fell onto his back, his breath slowing as he gazed at the morning sky. Leonardo, still standing amidst the serene field, his body battered and bloodied, looked down at his fallen adversary. The fight had taken its toll, but the victory was hard-earned.
As the sun climbed higher, casting a golden hue over the field, the rain clouds from the previous night had dissipated, leaving the sky a canvas of vibrant morning colors. The Kusanagi blade, now in Leonardo's possession, gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of the brutal yet enlightening confrontation. The peaceful morning, with its scattered orange clouds and the gentle rustle of the grass, stood in stark contrast to the intensity of the battle. The storm had passed, both literally and figuratively, Leonardo stood there looking at the lifeless body laying on its back.
After thirty minutes Leo was done climbing out from a deep, wide, long hole he then picked up Jetstreams body placing his arms under Jetstreams knees and around his back, gently carrying him over to the hole placing him in then covering it up with the dirt. Leo marked the sight with a makeshift t out of sticks he then planted his knees putting the Kusanagi horizontally in front of him along with putting his hands together like he was praying. After five minutes Leo separated his hands grabbing the Kusanagi putting the strap on the sword falling at his side like that of classic samurai appearance. Leo then stood up going back to the road and getting on the motorcycle starting it with a subdued roar he drove off.
Mikey and Donnie were tracing Leo's path of destruction in the city picking up Yang's Sai's and Thor's machetes, putting them into the back. "Donnie what are we doing all the way out here!" Mikey asked him and Donnie we're driving on a dirt path on the outskirts of the city "didn't i explain it to you? I'm using the mutagen tracker I calibrated to find the black mutagen, if Leo took more than one vial I should be able to track his-" Donnie was cut off when Mikey yelled "Donnie stop stop!" Donnie rammed the brakes hearing Mikey who yelled again "it's Leo!" Mikey then rushed out Donnie looking out he saw Leo hunched over a motorcycle checking over it, Donnie then rushed out as well.
Leo stopped on the road, his bike refusing to start back up, he then heard the sound of a car behind him looking back he saw the shellraiser. It was coming at him fast then breaking suddenly, Mikey rushing out and to Leo. tears streamed down his face barreling at Leo who stood up straight opening up for a hug when mikey threw a punch landing across Leo's check sending him down to the ground. Mikey, still crying, said "Leo! L-Leo what the hell man! You just left an-and Donnie said you could be seizing on the grounded d-dying!"
As Mikey continued to whale Leo saw Donnie coming out sweatdrop-ing at the crying Mikey, Leo then stood up asking "you told him i was dying?" Donnie rubbed his head saying "well in my defense i said the side effects are unknown but you seem to be doing ok at least." Donnie finished looking at Leo who had attained some new scars since he last saw him. Mikey wiped his tears stopping his whales "Leo you look horrible!" Leo smiled slightly then returned to a plain expression saying "thanks, but i can't stop now Raph is just a few three miles up."
Mikey and Donnie looked further up the road seeing in the distance a spot assuming it to be the place Raph was being held. "Dont ya mean we can't stop." Mikey said a smile on his face, Donnie pointed to the shellraiser saying "you drive" Leo smiled at his brothers then saying "alright then let's get going" getting in the car then drove to the bass.
Leo gripped the steering wheel of the Shellraiser, his focus unwavering as he maneuvered the vehicle toward the base. Beside him, Mikey and Donnie were primed for action. The base loomed ahead, its imposing front gates guarded by mounted cannons that suddenly opened fire. A barrage of bullets pelted the Shellraiser, rattling the vehicle and forcing Leo to navigate through the chaos. "Mikey, cannons!" Leo barked over the noise.
Mikey sprang into action, his usual exuberance tempered by the seriousness of the situation. He moved swiftly to the Shellraiser's weapon controls, grabbing hold of the car's armaments. With a deft hand, he aimed at the mounted cannons and fired manhole covers with pinpoint accuracy. Each cover struck its target with a resounding clang, causing explosions that dismantled the cannons and silenced their deadly fire. The way was cleared as the Shellraiser barreled through the now-destroyed gates, coming to a skidding stop in the heart of the courtyard.
The turtles disembarked from the Shellraiser, their senses instantly heightened as the sound of the closing gates reverberated through the courtyard. From the darkness of the complex's doors, a horde of Foot Ninjas burst forth like a swarm of shadowy figures. The air was filled with the clamor of their weapons and the hum of their movement. Mikey, ever the fearless warrior, let out a jubilant battle cry, "Cowabunga!" He leaped into the fray, his nunchucks spinning with blinding speed. Each swing of the nunchucks connected with practiced precision, knocking ninjas off their feet and disarming them in rapid succession. His energetic movements were a stark contrast to the grim determination of his brothers, but they were no less effective.
Leo, right on Mikey's heels, stepped into the heart of the battle with the grace and discipline of a seasoned fighter. His blue Kusanagi blade shimmered ominously in the courtyard lights as he weaved through the chaotic melee. Each swing of his sword was a fluid, calculated motion, slicing through the Foot Ninjas with surgical accuracy. The steel of his blade clashed against the enemies' weapons, sending sparks flying as he cut through their defenses. The Foot Ninjas fell one by one, their ranks thinning under Leo's relentless assault. Despite his efficiency, the sheer number of enemies seemed to stretch on indefinitely, their persistence adding to the escalating tension of the fight.
Amidst the swirling melee, the turtles coordinated their efforts with a seamless blend of brute force and tactical skill. Mikey's nunchucks created a dynamic perimeter around him, while Leo's precise strikes kept the Foot Ninjas at bay. The battlefield was a blur of motion and noise, with the ninjas continually surging forward, their attacks increasingly desperate. As Leo's sword cleaved through the air, each movement was a testament to his training and resolve. Despite the overwhelming numbers, the turtles fought with unwavering determination, their synchronized efforts slowly turning the tide of battle in their favor.
Just as the tide of battle appeared to turn in their favor, a deafening thump reverberated through the courtyard. The ground shook, and from one of the two massive complexes, a towering 12.5-meter-high mechanical turtle emerged. Its mechanical joints whirred and clanked as it moved, its glowing eyes surveying the battlefield with menacing intent. Mikey and Donnie froze in shock, their eyes widening at the sight of the colossal threat. Leo's jaw tightened, but he quickly rallied.
"Donnie, rewire those mounted guns and cover me!" Leo commanded, his voice cutting through the tension. Donnie, regaining his composure, sprinted toward the base's mounted guns. He set to work, deftly re-wiring the controls while simultaneously scanning for threats. Meanwhile, Leo turned to Mikey. "Mikey, find a long metal chain!" he instructed urgently.
As Donnie worked furiously on rewiring the mounted guns, Leo's focus was locked on the towering mechanical turtle. Its enormous form loomed ominously, every movement accompanied by the hiss of its mechanical joints and the crackle of energy preparing to unleash. Leo charged forward with unyielding determination, his Kusanagi blade poised for action. The turtle's energy blasts streaked through the air with a high-pitched whine, each shot aimed with precision at Leo's advancing form.
Leo's agility was put to the test as he darted and weaved between the deadly projectiles. Each blast created a burst of light and force as it exploded against the ground or nearby structures. Leo executed flawless rolls and high jumps, narrowly evading the searing energy streams. However, the mechanical turtle's targeting system was relentless, and one blast found its mark, striking Leo squarely in the side. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, his armor sizzling from the intense heat. Leo grimaced in pain but quickly recovered, pushing through the disorienting effects of the blast.
The mechanical turtle, sensing its advantage, prepared for another barrage of energy attacks. Its glowing eyes flared with an ominous intensity, and its energy cannons began to charge. As the turtle readied its next assault, Leo struggled to regain his footing, his breath ragged and his movements momentarily sluggish. The turtle's massive bulk loomed over him, its metal limbs moving with a menacing grace. The ground beneath Leo's feet vibrated with the buildup of energy, creating a palpable sense of dread.
Meanwhile, Donnie was a whirlwind of focused activity. He meticulously re-wired the controls of the mounted guns, his hands moving with expert precision. Sweat dripped from his brow as he worked, his concentration unwavering despite the chaos surrounding him. The mechanical turtle's blasts continued to illuminate the area, casting flickering shadows on Donnie's determined face. With each adjustment, Donnie's frustration and urgency grew, driven by the need to provide crucial support to his brother.
Finally, with a triumphant click, Donnie completed the rewiring process. He swiftly activated the guns, and a torrent of bullets erupted from their barrels. The mounted guns roared to life, their rapid-fire projectiles streaking towards the mechanical turtle. The bullets hammered against the turtle's armored shell, creating a cacophony of impacts that echoed through the courtyard. The mechanical beast reeled from the unexpected assault, its energy cannons momentarily silenced by the barrage.
Leo seized the opportunity presented by Donnie's timely intervention. He sprang back into action, his Kusanagi blade slicing through the air with renewed vigor. The turtle's energy blasts were momentarily halted, allowing Leo to close the distance and strike with greater precision. Each swing of his blade was fueled by a combination of pain and determination, his focus narrowing solely on the mechanical giant.
As Leo pressed his attack, the turtle retaliated with renewed fury, its energy cannons whirring back into action. The air crackled with the sound of charging energy, and the turtle's beams of light blazed once more. Leo ducked and dodged with remarkable agility, his movements a blur as he wove through the incoming fire. The ground beneath him erupted with explosions, but he remained resolute, his blade cutting through the turtle's defenses with calculated strikes.
Donnie continued to provide critical support, the mounted guns unleashing a relentless stream of bullets. Each shot found its mark, chipping away at the turtle's armor and forcing it to stagger under the onslaught. The coordination between Donnie's gunfire and Leo's blade work created a deadly synergy, each complementing the other in their battle against the towering foe.
The mechanical turtle's movements grew increasingly erratic, its systems struggling to cope with the combined assault. Sparks flew from its damaged armor, and its energy blasts became more sporadic, their intensity waning. Leo pressed his advantage, his blade cutting through the weakened metal with renewed force. Above the tumultuous battlefield, Leo's keen eyes caught sight of Mikey emerging from beneath the massive mechanical turtle, clutching a long metal chain. His heart swelled with a renewed sense of hope as he saw Mikey's determined expression. "Mikey, stop its legs!" Leo shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Mikey, shaking off his initial fear, slid swiftly underneath the turtle's colossal form. His movements were precise and practiced as he wrapped the heavy metal chain around the turtle's massive legs, each loop of the chain clinking and clanking against the metal. The effort required to secure the chain was evident, with Mikey's muscles straining visibly as he pulled the links tight.
The metal chain was wrapped firmly around the turtle's legs, each turn of the chain adding to the growing tension. Mikey's face was set in a determined grimace, sweat beading on his brow as he pulled with all his strength. The chain creaked and groaned under the pressure, but Mikey's resolve did not waver. With a final, powerful tug, he tightened the chain to its limit, causing the turtle's massive metal legs to buckle and give way. The mechanical giant's balance faltered as the chain constricted, and it began to topple.
The turtle swayed precariously before crashing down to the ground with a thunderous, earth-shaking impact. The sound of the colossal fall reverberated through the courtyard, sending tremors through the ground and rattling nearby structures. The force of the turtle's descent sent a cloud of dust and debris into the air, momentarily obscuring the scene. The turtles were left with only moments to act before the mechanical beast could regain its footing.
Seizing the opportunity presented by Mikey's successful maneuver, Leo sprang into action. With a powerful leap, he used the fallen turtle as a launching pad, propelling himself high into the air. His movements were fluid and precise, every muscle in his body working in harmony as he soared above the battlefield. The mechanical turtle's massive form stretched out below him, its once-imposing bulk now vulnerable to Leo's decisive strike.
From his elevated vantage point, Leo's focus was razor-sharp as he prepared for his decisive strike. He sheathed his Kusanagi blade, making use of the rifle mechanism built into the scabbard. With a low, mechanical hum, the mechanism engaged, and the sword was launched from its sheath with remarkable force. The weapon cut through the air, propelled by the sophisticated mechanism, and Leo's eyes narrowed in fierce concentration. He adjusted his angle with precision, ensuring that his trajectory would deliver the most effective blow.
As Leo soared through the air, he braced himself for the powerful iaido technique he was about to execute. His body moved in a fluid motion, each muscle engaged to control his descent and maximize the impact of his attack. The Kusanagi blade gleamed in the dim light, its edge sharp and deadly. Leo's concentration was total, the chaos of the battlefield fading into the background as he focused solely on the mechanical turtle below him. He executed the iaido technique with practiced precision, his sword cutting through the air with increased momentum.
The Kusanagi blade descended with lethal speed, its edge finding its target with impeccable accuracy. The metal of the turtle's neck met the blade with a high-pitched screech as the sword sliced through the tough armor. The force of the strike was immense, and the blade cleaved through the metal with ease. Sparks flew from the point of contact, and a shower of glowing fragments and debris erupted as the sword continued its path. Leo's attack was both powerful and precise, severing the mechanical turtle's head from its body.
As the turtle's head detached, it fell away from the main body, crashing to the ground with a resounding clang. The impact of the head hitting the pavement sent a spray of sparks and debris into the air, illuminating the aftermath of Leo's decisive strike. The mechanical turtle's body, now headless and immobilized, slumped to the ground. Its once-menacing form lay still, its internal mechanisms whirring down to silence.
The battlefield fell into a tense quiet as the mechanical turtle's threat was neutralized. The turtle's once-imposing frame, now disabled and inert, lay amidst the debris of its final defeat. Leo landed with a controlled descent, his chest heaving from the exertion of the battle. His blade, still gleaming with the remnants of the fight, was sheathed with a final, purposeful motion. The victory was hard-won, but the turtles stood together, their unity and strength having triumphed over the formidable foe.
"Alright time to find Raph." Leo said he and his brothers were beginning to look around. Leo was walking toward some ruble, suddenly he heard a sound like that of an object flying through the air he then screamed feeling something stick into his shoulder "AH! Fuck!" pulling it out he saw it was syringe its liquid gone "yo Leo you good?" Mike asked while looking underneath a broken concrete slab Leo replied "yeah i'm fine anyway why are you looking underneath there thinking he got flattened?" Before Mikey could answer, Donnie yelled "Guys in the giant turtle!"
Going over to Donnie they stood in front of the decapitated neck of the turtle Mikey commented "should we feel…ya know guilty we did kill a turtle?" Donnie looked at him like he was stupid saying "Mikey it..it wasn't a real turtle." to this Mikey grew an annoyingly superior look saying "well it depends on your definition lets take ourselves as an example have you heard of two legged turtle so are we still considered Turtles?" Before Donnie could argue his point Leo said while cutting an entrance inside "you two can argue your turtle not turtle when we've got Raph and are back home" Mike stuck his tongue out at Donnie following Leo Donnie doing the same.
Inside the giant mechanical turtle, the central chamber is a high-tech fusion of laboratory and engine room, with a critical and unsettling feature: a large, cylindrical tank situated prominently in the center. This tank is filled with a viscous, green fluid—Raphael's own blood—which is crucially used to power the engine core. The tank's transparent walls reveal the glowing, pulsating liquid inside, and the sight of Raphael suspended within, connected to the machinery by a network of tubes and wires, adds an eerie and dramatic element to the chamber.
The engine core itself, encased in a reinforced alloy shell, pulses with a steady blue light, drawing power from the tank to maintain its function. Surrounding the core are high-tech lab stations and control panels, where operators monitor and adjust the turtle's systems. The lab stations are equipped with advanced instruments for diagnostics and repairs, while the control panels and holographic displays keep track of the engine's performance and Raphael's condition. Mechanical components and spare parts are neatly arranged, ready for any necessary maintenance.
The atmosphere in the chamber is a mix of mechanical hum and the metallic tang of Raphael's blood. Overhead lights and the engine's glow create a cool, blue-tinted ambiance. A raised observation deck provides a sweeping view of the tank, engine core, and lab stations, allowing operators to oversee both the power generation and Raphael's ongoing contribution. Access tunnels and maintenance shafts are strategically placed to facilitate repairs and adjustments, ensuring the mechanical turtle remains operational while Raphael's blood continues to fuel its immense power.
Seeing Raph they went over to him Donnie looking at the tech in awe, Mikey commenting while shivering "creepy." Leo ignored everything, noting a blur covering the outskirts of his vision looking at Raph he took his sword, slashing the tank open, Raph falling out. Mikey and Donnie went to the unconscious Raph; he remained quiet for what felt like an exuberant amount of time, everyone holding their breath "hey man wake up!" Mikey yelled the unconscious Raph grunted then opened his saying "f-five more minutes." Hearing Raph Leo smiled relieved Mikey wiping away his forming tears, Donnie speaking in relieved happiness "sure we'll let you sleep as long as you want Raph."
Leo stood behind his brothers with a wide smile he was unable to hold it back as he looked on at his brothers he thought "guess you were right Thor's Keep your heart close, or you'll end up lost in the same abyss that consumed us all… my heart is with my brothers" to Leo at this point everything was blurry and he was falling on his back the last words he could hear being a malicious voice "i see the Hamatos first born has not changed even after thirty years."
