Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ B-Rank ♠ Aruzati
S o I v e l i e d a n d I v e b e e n t r i c k i n g e v e r s i n c e
So before getting a start on his mission he quickly grabbed some sushi to take out. So as he wandered the streets, headed for the part of the sewer where people came out with immense amount of burns on them, he ate the little bits of raw fish. Eating cause he was always hungry due to his supernaturally speedy digestive system and metabolism. And figuring going to the scene of where the injured people were found, would be a good start to his mission. So he wouldn’t have to spend too
much time aimlessly wandering the sewers. So he grabbed the last of his raw fish from it’s take out box and shoved it in his mouth before tossing the box to the streets, where it sat nicely among more litter on the cluttered sidewalks. Chewing as he walked over to the sewer grate, he squatted next to it. Slipping his fingers through the holes as he swallowed the last of his food, contently licking his soft colored lips afterwards. With his unnatural strength that he had due to being a yokai, he pulled the grate up from it’s resting spot with ease before dropping it off to the side. He leaned his head over the edge and peeked inside, it was dimly lit and was hard to see anything. With a shrug he hopped in, landing with a splash and in the position he was sitting in when he was at street level. ”Cool!”
he said with a snicker afterwards, his voice echoing through the tunnels.
Standing up and he instinctively, like an animal, he thoroughly shook his entire body at once to get the water off of him. Not to effective, but he saw it as good enough. The weasel looked up at the circle of light that shined down on him like a spotlight, before moving on through the dark tunnels filled with raunchy sewage. Which wasn’t doing any favors to the itachi’s enhanced senses, so with the strong smells that filled the sewer. So he most likely wasn’t going to be smelling any of his enemies, which was disappointing for him, but he knew it was coming. He could smell all of this crap up on the surface, so he knew it was going to be ten times worse where the source of the stench was. Releasing a sigh his hazel gaze traced the walls before looking straight forward in the tunnel ahead of him. He didn’t hear any strange noises, and his eyes still had yet to adjust two the lighting of the dark septic system. Though when it did, he’d be able to see perfectly. Being a naturally nocturnal animal, he had the amazing ability of night vision, even while in his human form.
It felt like forever to the kamaitachi, he trudged through the underground waterways. Hunched over as he walked, his arms dangling loosely in his pockets, threatening to fall out. This was gruelling torture for for him, he likes having things to keep his short attention span distracted. Otherwise he’d be left with his thoughts, which was never a good idea with Itazura, considering they can get rather depressive if he doesn’t block them out. Though he was saved from his miserable thoughts by being attacked, hearing something approach his path from around the corner he stopped. Staring blankly towards the direction of the noise, out came something rather odd looking. It was some sort of impish creature that looked like fire and a goblin had a baby. It giggled devilishly and formed fire in it’s hands and shot it at the weasel, who easily dodged it by jumping up and over it. A grin appeared on the henge yokai’s face, something similar to the spawn of fire.
Once he landed, he darted towards the small creature with incredible speed, it shot another fireball at him, but he jumped up just in time. He landed right on top of the fire goblin, it squealed angrily, sounding like some weird demonic possessed pig or something. It launched a punch at Itazura’s ankle, which the weasel easily disrupted by stabbing the spawn of fire right in the middle of it’s torso with his six inch claws. Twisting his hand the creature screamed, and he yanked his arm back and it yelped before dropping it’s head and limbs. Sheathing his claws he stepped back and wiped his hands on each other. Then he heard an odd noise, looking at the dead creature whose skin was like fire. It started to bloat an unnatural speed. Aruzati squinted at it, confused for a few seconds before realizing what it was doing. Muttering a cuss word in his native language the young looking boy darted in the other direction and turned a corner. Being able to crouch and cover his head protectively as an immense explosion of pure white hot flames erupted from the weird goblin creature. The flames just barely missed him, the pure heat of it burned the boy, giving him a nice first degree burn on his hands, wrists, neck and his head a little. Whatever wasn’t protected by his clothes or whatever.
When the flames no longer burned and only the smell of smoke lingered, the kamaitachi stood. Muttering ‘ow’ a few times as he did so. He didn’t really like being hurt, especially burns, they were annoying. Though this wasn’t that bad being first degree and the fact that he’s felt worse, but it was still irritating. He should’ve expected that something like this would happen, he was dealing with a Hydro-Arsonist or whatever. Using one of his spells in the time-space part of his hybrid magic, he reversed time on his body. Healing his wounds by making his body be like it was before the explosion, which was pumped full of adrenaline because of fighting. So dropping his arms into his pockets he grinned again, he ran back through the path and went the way the spawn of fire appeared from. This way making to most sense in what direction to go.W o r d C o u n t:
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