Omake: Storming Sound
Aaaand inspired.
OMAKE: STORMING SOUND
Click. Whirrrrrr.
Obviously things had not been going to plan. Noburi had expected this. No plan survives contact with the enemy.
Click. Whirrrrr.
This particular enemy, more than most. And if Noburi remembered rightly, there was a saying about attacking a sealmaster in his workshop that Mr. Mew had convinced them all to completely ignore.
Cli-
'Got you, you bastard!'
Noburi launched a water whip at that damned buzzsaw that kept leaping out of the walls. He aborted that plan when the rotating blade was not only undamaged, but started draining his chakra through the whip faster than he could re-drain it. Had Orochimaru based it on Samehada? That was just unfair.
He made a water clone and set it on the saw. The saw, predictably, cut right through it. But it also cut through the water-proofed storage seal hidden inside. A poof of chakra smoke later, and a lump of caesium hung suspended for an instant in the spray of the destroyed clone.
Noburi dived for cover.
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It was after Hazou had disabled the fourteenth wave of biometric seals (the ones that filled the room with boa constrictors if they detected any blood-types other than one that didn't actually exist in nature) that things had gotten interesting.
The poison gas, Hazou had expected. His Poison Removal Seal stored any that crossed its radius.
The Genjutsu Seals, on the other hand, Hazou had taken as a personal insult. Didn't Orochimaru know that Hazou had been trying to crack that one for years? This was just rubbing salt into the wound.
Dispelling every quarter-second, Hazou searched the room and deactivated them one by one, muttering darkly as he did so.
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"Ah, Miss Ishihara." said the scaly young man in the hooded black robe, "How nice to meet you at last. I was hoping for the medic or the sealsmiths, but an engineer will suffice for conver-"
Akane punched him in the face.
Kabuto regenerated.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. That wasn't very ni-"
Akane kept punching him in the face until he didn't have enough chakra left to regenerate any more.
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"Squad nine to 11-C!" Kei shouted into her Communicator Seal, directing the pangolin troops. "Squad seven, fall back to 23-L!".
The Sound forces were formidable. Each ninja was modified in some way. One chunin she had seen had had a sonic blaster in his arm. Another had her eyes carved out and replaced with metal balls with seals painted on them. She had even seen someone whose entire lower body had been turned into a mass of spiny tentacles.
They didn't fight using conventional ninja tactics, relying on the unique properties of their bodies to blindside Kei with unpredictable techniques.
Yes. The Sound forces were indeed formidable. But her pangolins were better.
They fought as a well oiled machine, each unit drilled to absolute perfection. The polemarch demanded no less.
Kei examined the battlefield on her Monitor Seal. Figuring out what Sound was probably up to, she lowered herself into the frozen skein and began picking holes in their latest backup plan.
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"There you are." Noburi grumbled, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd died."
Hazou glared. "Stinking idiot, and his oh so clever seal ideas..."
"You sound more like Kagome every day."
"Kagome sounds more right every day."
Noburi snorted. Wasn't that the truth? "C'mon, I hear buzzing up ahead. Who wants to bet that he's trying to replicate the Aburame techniques again?"
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"You died in the moment you entered this room."
The man's eyes were hollow. His hair was pure white, as though leeched of colour by years that the rest of his body didn't show. Red circles were tatooed onto his forehead.
"I am the last son of the Kaguya Clan. A direct descendant of the rabbit goddess herself."
He tilted his head in curiosity.
"You stand here before a god. I have turned whole armies into polished skeletons in an ocean of blood and viscera. I have broken the spines of daimyos and peasants alike, and worked their skulls into monuments to my master. The whole world is an ossuary to me."
There was a pause.
"And yet, here you stand. Why? What gives you the courage to face me? I'd like to stamp it out before I kill you."
Akane laughed. "Nothing can stamp out the power of Youth!"
"The power of..."
Kimimmaro's eyes widened.
"Uh- Shit. Just umm... go. The first door on the left. I won't stop you. Just... Go."
He turned and ran, leaving a very confused Akane in his wake.
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"And here you are. You kill my ninja. Disrupt my experiments. Barge down the door to my office without so much as knocking. And now you stand before me. Before a god. I hope you realise the divine retribu-"
"I've already had that routine from Kimimmaro." interrupted Akane, "We don't need it from you too."
Orochimaru blinked.
"I told that boy to stop stealing my lines."
He sighed. "To business, then. What. Do. You. Want?"
"What I want," growled Hazou, "is for you to stop procrastinating and just go to the fucking trade tariff discussion."
"I thought that was on Thursday."
"You know damn well that it started an hour ago. Everyone hates paperwork. Get over yourself. Hidden Heaven conference room C. Chop chop."
As they turned and left, Noburi heard Hazou muttering under his breath.
"Son of a bitch tries this every week..."
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