If we use all of our bonuses next turn which if all added up is 100 so that is a crit to making our own wishing stones I believe you all know how important it is to get a crit with this action and we have the resources to do it.
One of those day, we are going to get a new option:
[]Super Amazing Game-winning Ritual - Limited Time Offer: There is a certain ritual. It serves a very particular purpose- to cross to the realm of the gods. To interact with, kill, or even revive them. Needles to say, it's not easy to perform. For one, it needs extremely particular circumstances. Lucky for you, such a moment has come. The alignment of celestial bodies is perfect. This occasion happens once every thousand years. Evetta is very excited. She only ever read of it in her master's library, but she believes it's true. You could bring the Ebon Emperor back to life. You will have to hurry up though- the alignement will only last until tomorrow. Better not screw this up. Cost: 10Sx EP, 100 Wishing Stones, 1000 000 captives, 72 virgins (including your sister), Count Cuddles. Chance of Success: -5% Reward: Revive the Ebon Emperor, win the quest.
And guess what? We'll have no Omake bonuses to speak of.
Everyone will scramble to write, like, a hundred Omakes, and despair when their muses won't come to aid.

Mind you, I agree completely. This is one option we should focus our bonuses on.
Makes me a big fool for spending all mine on some demon bars and hanging out with Ando, but it's true regardless.
 
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... How would that... but why... just in what way did your actions...
Teach me your ways, oh master of CHAOS!
The pLaN is quite simple use all of the current omake bonuses to get the critical on wishing stone and the fine people of this quest will scramble to write more omakes before the next turn results, feeding me quite well on the horror/despair in writing more omakes.
 
The pLaN is quite simple use all of the current omake bonuses to get the critical on wishing stone and the fine people of this quest will scramble to write more omakes before the next turn results, feeding me quite well on the horror/despair in writing more omakes.
Ah, of course.
And the critical from Wishing Stone will result in previously mentioned option, thus forcing people to write it all now instead of just tanking a few failures.
Though I guess the very concept of failing a roll will force them to hurry with Omakes...
 
Former lurker just chiming in that this has been great fun to read along, and it's inspired me to pitch in and write bits of lore and fiction for it.

(Notwithstanding any horror and/or despair incurred in the process)

Shibosho, this is an awesome setting. Do please keep it up.
 
You know, at this point the thread is probably sick of me, but I cannot pass up on this momentous occasion:

One of us! One of us!

WELCOME to the QUEST!
We have shitposts, Omakes and lots and lots of Ebon. Hope you'll like it here!
 
That and subtly use memory / soul manipulation to give them a better impression of us. Say Jacob help them out on something, normally they'll just be grateful. But make it so that they feel they owe us a life debt or something so they're much more open to helping us out with or without being under our control.

When activated as a sleeper agent? Obedient slave soldiers.
When non-activated and as their normal self? Very grateful and very willing to help. Pretty much think Jacob is the best thing since sliced bread.
Guys, it takes time to remove memories, and adding in memories of our own is both expensive and time-consuming. Programming sleeper agents is something we can't do on a whim, and flipping people isn't something we're likely to be able to do without outright abduction.

Everything we've seen says 'subtle' memory/soul manipulation is an oxymoron, considering the screams as we messed with the subject's soul.

Like I'm all for using a deft hand and planting someone with a ton of triggers/reprogramming their soul with malleable Ebon Power to infiltrate other organizations- but that needs a clear goal, a coherent plan from the outset, and a lot of preparation. If we refine cloning, we might want to use it to create entire personas and 'people' that we program for various infiltration and subterfuge. That's the sort of Magnificent Bastardry that makes you go 'holy shit' when the Big Bad is revealed. But as things stand, we have more immediate priorities (like coming up with a short-term agenda, Ebon Steel Knights, and getting a feel for the various power players) before we start a program to create sleeper agents.

Slave soldiers are far too pointlessly evil when we have better alternatives to mass producing loyal soldiers #ESKnights.
 
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Guys, it takes time to remove memories, and adding in memories of our own is both expensive and time-consuming. Programming sleeper agents is something we can't do on a whim, and flipping people isn't something we're likely to be able to do without outright abduction.

Everything we've seen says 'subtle' memory/soul manipulation is an oxymoron, considering the screams as we messed with the subject's soul.

Like I'm all for using a deft hand and planting someone with a ton of triggers/reprogramming their soul with malleable Ebon Power to infiltrate other organizations- but that needs a clear goal, a coherent plan from the outset, and a lot of preparation. If we refine cloning, we might want to use it to create entire personas and 'people' that we program for various infiltration and subterfuge. That's the sort of Magnificent Bastardry that makes you go 'holy shit' when the Big Bad is revealed. But as things stand, we have more immediate priorities (like coming up with a short-term agenda, Ebon Steel Knights, and getting a feel for the various power players) before we start a program to create sleeper agents.

Slave soldiers are far too pointlessly evil when we have better alternatives to mass producing loyal soldiers #ESKnights.
what about mind wiping horrible people so they only have negative memories that cause them to produce energy for us to consume for ebon energy and essentially turn them into neg energy farm batteries? this way they have no skills/knowledge on how to escape
 
Guys, it takes time to remove memories, and adding in memories of our own is both expensive and time-consuming. Programming sleeper agents is something we can't do on a whim, and flipping people isn't something we're likely to be able to do without outright abduction.

Everything we've seen says 'subtle' memory/soul manipulation is an oxymoron, considering the screams as we messed with the subject's soul.
The screaming was when we harvested the captive's soul, not altered his memories. We were able to alter the landlord of the land our base is under without much trouble.
 
Company Memorandum for Record by Basarin (Canon)(+15)
Okay, let's take a stab at this. I'm not entirely sure how the Company and its Familiar hierarchy would spread around information, but this came to mind.



Company Memorandum for Record

CLASSIFICATION LEVEL: UNCLASSIFIED
DISTRIBUTION: Familiars to Disseminate Information to Squad Level. Dissemination is at Familiar's discretion.


The following is a summarization of the entity known as "Ebon."

1. Ebon is considered to be an ANOMALY.

a. Of primary interest to Company interests is Ebon's ability to completely absorb Fallout from Company Magic Girls. Company Policy is for each Squad's attached Familiar to reconfigure Void Gems recovered from Wraiths (ref: Combat Tactics Manual 'Wraiths') in order to harvest Fallout prior to reaching Magical Burst.

b. Interactions with Ebon by Company Magic Girls show that Ebon is able to perceive and interact with Fallout on a completely different level. Ebon claims that Fallout appears to him as "Negative Emotional Energy." Not only is he able to absorb this energy, he is able to completely cleanse a Magical Girl. Past interactions with Assault Blaze (Squad Fractal) display the ability to completely absorb Fallout Energy while on the verge of Magical Burst without a Void Gem.

c. His methods of energy generation is currently unknown to Company analytics. Along with the ability to absorb Fallout and heal injuries, Ebon can fabricate a form of black steel that defies analysis. (See paragraph 2: Combat Level)

d. Ebon possesses the ability to detect Wraith concentrations before they actively become a threat. This has implications that are potentially helpful to Company interests. (see paragraph 3: Cooperation)

2. Ebon's Combat Level is HIGHLY DANGEROUS.

a. Ebon is able to fabricate black steel into weapons that are capable of fighting a full Witch squad. What is of concern to the Company is that this does not seem to pose any great difficulty to Ebon. His contributions to rescuing Squad Fractal is now common knowledge to all Magic Girl squads: the destruction of Witch constructs and the Witches' retreat from the field and the utter destruction of a Wraith and its Void Gem are currently the only solid case studies available of Ebon's combat capabilities.

b. Ebon's observed fabrication abilities at this time have been limited to simple weapons and protection. He is capable of constructing shields, swords and spears seemingly without limit. The shields have been noted to completely withstand direct Wraith assaults, and his weapons are capable of destroying Wraiths and Witch constructs and defenses with little difficulty. It is unknown at this time if Ebon is capable of projecting power beyond what is noted here.

c. Ebon appears to be capable of providing significant amounts of healing outside of combat. Assault Blaze has testified that despite having lost an arm against a Wraith, Ebon was able to reconstruct a new arm for her within a few days without any loss of motor skills or function.

3. Ebon's willingness to cooperate is classified as COOPERATIVE to Company Interests.

a. Despite poor choice of optics (ed: The Company could care less about his wardrobe) As of the time of writing, Ebon has been quite willing to support Company interests. Beyond his contributions to extracting Squad Fractal, his greatest contribution to Company interests has been as an early warning detection against Wratih concentrations. This allows for rapid deployment of Magic Girl squads to hunt down and destroy Wraiths, and allows for the rapid recovery of Void Gems.

b. Ebon and Company representatives have come to an understanding regarding Fallout absorption. Up until now, Squads attempting to hunt Wraiths have traditionally dealt with issues regarding buildup of Fallout and the lack of Void Gems to address the issue. Ebon's ability to absorb Fallout allows for a 'safety valve' option. In exchange for his early warning detection services, Ebon absorbs any residual Fallout that Void Gems are unable to address. This minimizes any drop of Fallout harvests, and maintains combat readiness of all Squads.

4. Conclusion: While highly dangerous, Ebon is to be considered a helpful external asset to Company interests. It is strongly recommended that he not be antagonized, at least until a more complete assessment of his capabilities is generated.

a. At this present time, the only personnel that are authorized to interact with Ebon are:

i. Familiar Ranbey

ii. Squad Leaders

iii. Assault Blaze

5. The undersigned may be contacted for further information.

CHUBEY
COMPANY PLANNING OFFICE
[A paw print smudged in ink can be seen as a valid signature]
 
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It's also likely that Ebon already has plans for the Company having plans for Ebon having plans for the Company having plans for Ebon-


*bwooooom*
 
It's also likely that Ebon already has plans for the Company having plans for Ebon having plans for the Company having plans for Ebon-


*bwooooom*

...well, at least you're just using a movie reference, rather than misuse the concept.

Still, I think this situation is closer to "I know you know that I know", than something recursive.
 
I was re-reading the quest and read this:

"Jacob! Your back! You - ... You looting the bodies. Why are you looting the bodies?" Ando asks expressionlessly, staring at you with distaste.

"Loot. Ninja loot. Also fine." You reply, not missing a step. Oh neat, one of those sickle chain things.

But in the next update this loot ins' t there!
 
I was re-reading the quest and read this:

"Jacob! Your back! You - ... You looting the bodies. Why are you looting the bodies?" Ando asks expressionlessly, staring at you with distaste.

"Loot. Ninja loot. Also fine." You reply, not missing a step. Oh neat, one of those sickle chain things.

But in the next update this loot ins' t there!


And I just realised what Jacob did.
He is a ninja-looter. :V
 
The screaming was when we harvested the captive's soul, not altered his memories. We were able to alter the landlord of the land our base is under without much trouble.
Because all we did was change some other memories, I mean- we've spoken to our landlord all of 5 times? None of which were memorable?

Yeah, we did it because it was relatively convenient, but that's not the level of mindfuckery people are talking about. One guy mentioned slavishly devoted people who were overwhelmingly grateful to Jacob when not reduced to slaves, another mentioned casually reprogramming people without their knowledge to turn them into sleeper agents.

I mean, if we get could at it, we can probably do some low-level mind tricks 'you don't remember me walking out with this Icee' 'you forgot what I looked like' etc. But we'd probably have to practice to be able to do even that quickly and subtlely with any reliability.
 
Although, even those would be effective tools when used inside melee combat against your opponent.
It's a bit like calling surgery a useful tool when you're in melee combat. You can do a lot of weird things to people, yes, but you're not going to have that much of an advantage over the average person in a fight, because at the end of the day beating people up is a lot more intuitive than taking them apart without hurting them.
 
It's a bit like calling surgery a useful tool when you're in melee combat. You can do a lot of weird things to people, yes, but you're not going to have that much of an advantage over the average person in a fight, because at the end of the day beating people up is a lot more intuitive than taking them apart without hurting them.
What I meant is that a simple/crude 'forget who I am' effect, practiced to be effective at a touch, is going to give you a large advantage in a fight. Granted, it has to be actual melee combat, but a half second of processing what you are seeing can be all that is needed to end a fight when at superhuman capabilities.

Alternatively, an indiscriminate wrecking ball to the mind that can be caused by a touch, if you want to go that simple.
 
Brotherly Love and a Third Wheel by Taka (Canon)(+15)
Shoot me.

"Tch! That hurt you damn brat!"

Really deep eye bags, bony cheeks, a soul patch, and what might have been a velcro-snap wallet peaking out from his front pocket. A perfect example of a forgettable mook in most types of media franchises swaggered towards them. At least that's what it looked like in most super-hero related anime and shows MJ had watched. Now that he was here, standing like a deer caught in more than a few headlights, he couldn't quite see how 'harmless' these guys actually were.

"Yeah! Big Bro here is a professional! Whatcha gonna do if you injured his playing arm?!"

The other one with the shady looking sunglasses, exposed chest hair, and floral printed button up leaned down and went face to face with the kid leading his group. MJ visibly gulping did little to calm his nerves, nor change the fact that he was said kid leading the group.

"Insurance money! Right! You kids wouldn't want dishonor your parents right? So you better pay up so we can get Big Bro here treated right!"

He just wanted to play it cool! She finally agreed to go to the arcade with his friends, and he couldn't miss the chance to show off! A real man wouldn't have backed down from these creeps! Heroes of justice, heroes like his Brother, would stand up and not let such wrong-doings stand!

It totally didn't pass his mind how those very same heroes always got the girl in the end either! Definitely not!

His eyes shifted to the side, just enough to feel that everyone in his group were frozen in the spot. Gathering up his courage, tiny hands balling into fists, MJ racked his mind for a line that super heroes would use against losers.

"No!" Shouted MJ, or at least he think it did. It was really more of a squeak to be honest. Bright gold eyes stared back at the two older men as the elementary student swiped his arm in front of him. A picture perfect replica of what heroes did when they wanted to get their point across!

"Y-you p-p-punks better s-step back or else!"

'Darn! That was so cool!' The thought ran rampant in his head, an inward smile appearing as courage filled his veins like a secret power up. He was about to grab his friends and girl focus on the space between the two words friend so they could walk away like the cool people they were when the two punks giggled.

Their giggles evolved into gut busting laughter, with the floral shirt guy slapping his knee and wheezing. Insults were being exchanged and shared between the two older men. All of them outloud and with more than just a touch of venom in them. Now, Michael wasn't the smartest kid in the block. Or the avenue. Maybe even the city, but he wasn't dumb.

And it was through that capacity that he realized he was being made fun of. That they weren't actually afraid of him and that bad things were going to happen because he wasn't a super hero like his brother was and it was going to hurt too because one of them finally stopped laughing and pulled back his hand like bad guys did when they were annoyed and---!

MJ reflexively closed his eyes, whether to try and stop the tears that threatened to fall or to brace for the punch that was going to seriously hurt.

He half expected his cheek to sting by now, or be half sprawled on the floor. Nothing happened though. Emboldened by the fact that he was still unhurt, the redhead opened his eyes to a shocking sight.

There was a mop of blonde hair. A very familiar school jacket. And a downright scary expression on the face of the Second Best Hero Of All Time as said hero had a vice grip on the attacking punk's wrist.

"You hurt?" The tall and scary blonde asked, eyes narrowed but squarely focused on the two villains in front of them. MJ tried to speak but the words refused to leave his throat. His savior hummed out loud, punctuated by the shouts of pain elicited from the attacker.

"Step back."

Half way to his statement, Jacob had already clocked out one of the two older punks with a single punch. A glare had the remainder of the villain posse drag away the unconscious member and away from them. Very. Very. Far away.

MJ could swear he saw a dust trail from how fast the guys ran!

"Michael." His older brother called out and MJ practically jumped out of his skin. Even his friends did the same thing as the older Anderson looked over them with those calm and collected narrowed eyes of his.

"Dad said to pick up some milk before you head home." At that, the younger of the two just dumbly nodded his head before his already unkempt hair got tussled even more because of a head pat. "Try not be late tonight. We're having hamburgers for dinner."

And with that, his Second Best Hero Of All Time left.

It took the group of elementary students a few minutes to actually register what just happened, but the one who broke out of it first was MJ's girl friend, who was a girl that just so happened to be his friend and definitely not someone he had a crush on.

…Really!

"Hey, MJ?" She called out, and the youngest Anderson couldn't help but be giddy at how she called his name. "Who was that?"

MJ stuck his fists to his waist and puffed his chest out much like how a rooster would. "Jacob Anderson! The coolest Big Bro anyone could have!" Announced the red head outloud to the team, pride practically oozing out of him.

Caught up in his boasting, MJ didn't quite catch the parroted Jacob~ and the oh so dreamy sigh from his crush.
 
Week 5 - Peaceful Days Are Ending - Part I
Week 5 - Peaceful Days Are Ending - Part I

Ando Hiroyuki was bored. Despite the fact that his whole world had been turned upside down by the revelation that ninja warriors with supernatural abilities were real, history classes were as boring as ever. The history teacher, Mister Banns, was one of the most boring people to have ever existed. While the subject itself wasn't too bad, Mister Banns' class lectures were capable of boring a person to death.

Trying to distract his mind from Mister Banns' droning voice, Ando checked on how his friends were doing, as well as his supposed ninja protector Asuka. Christina was trying her hardest not to nod off, judging by how her head keeps bobbing up and down at irregular intervals. Roselyn was writing and drawing stuff in her notebook, for a book she's been trying to write. Jacob was somehow sleeping with his eyes open prompting Ando to make a mental note to ask his buddy to teach him how to do that.

And Asuka? She was paying dutiful attention to the teacher's lesson somehow, busily filling up the pages of her notebook. Ando had to admit that it was impressive that she could stand to listen to Mister Banns' voice for so long.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. The instant that fact had sunk into the minds of every student in the classroom, everyone let out a cheer and evacuated from the room through whatever means necessary. About half the class jumped out the window while the rest all tried to leave through the doorway. Due to previous incidents in Mister Banns' class where desperate students broke through the doors and windows to escape Mister Banns, the classroom where his classes took place had the windows and doors removed in exchange for shutters that would open during classes and close after club activities were over.

Ando, while just as impatient as other students, kept his calm as he waited for his friends and Asuka to put away their stuff. Roselyn had to smack Jacob awake though, causing the blonde to glare balefully at your childhood friend. Ando and his friends were among the last to leave the classroom, even as Mister Banns continued droning on, seemingly unaware that classes were over for the day.

"That was certainly...an interesting lesson, Ando-kun," Asuka commented as she seamlessly joined up with Ando's group. For the past week, Asuka had been staying close to Ando in order to keep him safe from any would-be evil ninja assassins. While Jacob was nonplussed about it since he already knew about the whole ninja thing, Roselyn didn't like how close Asuka was with Ando. Christina was just happy to make a new friend. "It was quite impressive how fast everyone left when the class ended though. One would think they were ninjas."

Ando snorted. Hearing that from an actual ninja was kinda funny.

"Eurgh, as fascinating as it is to hear about your opinion on Mister Banns' lesson, aren't you walking a little too close to Ando?" Roselyn complained. Ando gave the girl with a confused look, glancing towards Asuka for a moment. He didn't anything wrong with how close Asuka was. She was after all meant to be protecting him from ninja assassins. Inwardly, Ando sighed.

His normal everyday life had taken a strange turn thanks to his grandfather being an actual ninja and sending him some knife that turned out to be some super important ninja artifact that had bad guy ninja aiming for his life. And in order to protect him, Ando's grandpa had a ninja transfer into his class. Ando had to admit that at the very least Asuka was easy on the eyes. Still, he didn't really know how to take the fact that half his family were ninjas. His mother had admitted to having trained as a ninja and had fallen in love with his father during a routine mission.

According to his mother, Ando supposedly also had the same ninja talent that his mother's bloodline was meant to have. Ando didn't really see it and didn't ninjas need to be like trained very young? When Ando asked about it, he learnt that Asuka had been training to be a ninja since she was five. Honestly, the only ninja-like trait he seemed to have was being good at throwing things and being fast on his feet. It was why he was a regular on the baseball team after all.

As Roselyn was about to whack Ando over the head for spacing out, Ando's cell phone sent out a message tone. His focus back to reality, Ando pulled out his phone to check who was messaging him. Ah, it was his imouto, Sakura.

Sakura was a second-year middle school student and was in the same class as Jacob's own sister. If Ando had to describe his younger sister in one sentence, it would be: "Definitely someone who would make a good wife". Indeed, while her cooking was nowhere near as good as his own, Sakura handled most of the chores at home as well as helped keep their mother in line. Sakura was also hopeless at physically-demanding sports and preferred to pursue artistic hobbies in her spare time.

Ando opened the message, vaguely aware that Jacob and Asuka were peeping from the side. The moment he opened it, a chill ran down Ando's spine as stared at a photo of his sister, gagged and blinded while tied to a chair surrounded by guys in ninja outfits. He ignored Jacob letting out a swear next to him while Asuka's breath hitched.

"WE HAVE YOUR SISTER. COME TO THE UPPER VIEWING DECK OF LAS ANGEYOTO TOWER WITHIN HALF AN HOUR, ONLY YOU, YOUR KUNOICHI ARE TO COME WITH THE YOIYAMI BLADE. ASKING FOR AID FROM ALLIED CLANS OR FAILURE TO FOLLOW OUR INSTRUCTION SO WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.", was what the message said.

"Ando? What happened? Your face has gone pale all of a sudden!" Christina asked worried, noticing the distress on Ando's face.

"Yeah, what happened to your sister?" Roselyn questioned as well.

Caught off guard, Ando didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well tell them that ninjas have kidnapped his sister. Even if he told them everything, he doubted they would believe him anyway. He himself had a hard time believing in the whole ninja stuff and he had seen it first hand. It was Jacob who came to the rescue.

"A friend of Sakura apparently promised to treat her and some others to afternoon tea at some fancy cafe. Unfortunately, when the bill came, the friend found out they had forgotten their wallet. So Sakura is asking Ando to come help her out." Jacob lied in his usual stoic expression.

"Y-yeah! That's right! Got to go! Need to look after my little sister after all." With that, Ando ran off, quickly leaving his friends behind before anyone could ask any more questions, all while fear slowly began to grasp hold in his heart.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"It's a trap."

"I know but Sakura…"

"I'm sorry Hiroyuki-sama, this is all my fault. I should have foreseen something like this happening."

After Ando had run off, Jacob and Asuka made up their own excuses and quickly caught up to him. The situation was grim. Ando had confirmed with his mother that Sakura had yet to come home, she believed that her daughter was simply out having fun with some of her friends. Ando didn't have the heart to tell his mother what had really happened.

Currently, the three of them were standing on the sidewalk opposite to the entrance of the Angeyoto Tower, having taken a taxi to get here.

Angeyoto Tower was a broadcasting, restaurant, and observation tower that was also one of the city's more well-known famous landmarks. Approximately a little over two thousand feet high, it was the tallest building in the entire city, and the third tallest in the world by a few dozen feet. It was also closed today due to "unforeseen circumstances". Asuka had quickly pointed out that the security guards blocking the entrance into the place were ninjas so it was a no-brainer what those "unforeseen circumstances" were.

However, this still led to the problem of what they were going to do. Despite Jacob pointing out that this whole set-up smelt like a trap, Ando couldn't just leave his sister in the clutches of these evil ninjas and risk her life hoping for someone else to come save the day. Asuka was both angry and ashamed of herself for not seeing the possibility of this occurring. Asuka promised Ando that she would do everything in her power to rescue Sakura no matter what.

Despite having lived with Ando's family for only a week, she had already grown fond of the gentle and kind younger girl. With the taxi ride here taking twenty minutes, they only had ten minutes to try and make a plan. Unfortunately for Ando, Asuka wasn't familiar with the shinobi clans in Las Angeyoto City or else she would have already called for help. And even if she did, the message said not to call for backup or else.

There was really only one option for Ando to take - bring the Yoiyami blade to these ninjas and hope that they really will return Sakura unharmed. He would have to trust in Asuka's ability to make sure that they all got out of there alive. Even with the Yoiyami blade in the hands of another, as long as they couldn't pull out the blade, then there would be a chance to retrieve it in the future.

With no other choice available to them, the trio headed towards the entrance of Angeyoto Tower.

"Greetings to you, Hiroyuki-sama." The two ninja guards said as they bowed their heads down towards Ando. "I'm afraid that your male friend cannot join you beyond this point onwards. Only you, the Yoiyami Blade, and the kunoichi may enter." As soon as they said that, a dozen ninja suddenly popped out from their hiding places, ready to ensure that Ando followed the instructions.

Ando grimaced, remembering that was what the instruction had said. Even so, Ando felt that things might go more smoothly with Jacob by their side. Ando opened his mouth to argue with the ninjas but Jacob gently squeezed his shoulder and shook his head.

"Ando, go ahead without me. Your sister's life is at stake here." Jacob reminded Ando. Swallowing Ando nodded, As much as Jacob's presence would put him at ease, he couldn't get into a fight with the ninja security guards over something like this - the enemy was holding all the cards after all. "Go. I'll be fine. Besides, I need to check up on something."

Asuka and Ando gave Jacob a confused look. There was something in Jacob's expression that seemed to say that he was going to take care of everything. It sounded ridiculous in Ando's head but for some reason, he felt that Jacob was planning something. "Alright, stay safe, Jacob," Ando said as he relented.

Without any further conversation, Ando and Asuka entered the building while under the watchful eyes of the enemy ninjas.

The two did not realize that the Jacob they had been with was not the same Jacob that they had known up until yesterday.

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Once Ando and Asuka had disappeared from sight, the ninjas began to move back to their places when they heard someone coughing for attention. Turning around, they saw that the male friend that Ando had brought with him had yet to leave. "What is it, boy?"

"I would like to ask you all something if you don't mind."

"If it's about your friend, do not bother. By all rights, we should be silencing you but for our master's sake, we shall not do so. Pray that you do not change our minds." The leader of these security ninjas answered coldly. For a moment, the ninja watched as the teenager, Jacob if he heard correctly, stare back with a frown on his face before he let out a sigh of exasperation. This angered the shinobi. Did this boy not understand the situation?

"I see. Guess I get to test out my Neoshadows' draining ability then." The sudden cryptic statement from the boy along with the tone it was said in sent a chill down the ninja guard captain's spine. This boy, Jacob, was dangerous. His instincts screamed to cut him down before it was too late but as he reached for his weapons, the shinobi suddenly felt a great weakness fall upon his body and collapsed to the ground. It was like all the strength in his body had suddenly disappeared. It was taking all of his mental strength just to stay conscious.What sorcery was this!?

To his growing horror and fear, the ninja heard the sound of his subordinates falling to the ground as well. Turning his head, he saw that unlike him, they were completely unconscious. Terror grasped his heart as he heard the approaching footsteps of the one called Jacob. Did he do this to them? How? He didn't do anything! That's when the ninja saw the shadow beneath his subordinates move out of sync with his men's body. Stretching out in an impossible manner, something then emerged from the shadow.

Demon! Some kind of shadow demon had been hiding in his shadow! The guard captain quickly connected the dots together but it did nothing to reassure him. In fact, it did the opposite. There were ninja clans that were said to bind demon spirits to their commands. Such clans were both feared and reviled for practicing such forbidden arts. However, he couldn't deny the possibility that the boy - no, the ninja Jacob was from one such clan.

The guard captain's blood ran cold when he felt Jacob's hands grab his head.

"Now then, let's see what we've got in here." And with those terrible words, everything began to hurt.

...

To be continued in the next part. I need to sleep.
 
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