Shouki</COLOR><COLOR color="red">
Cabal Member
Soverign General
They were merely students, not the kind that came from 'good families' and those that did truly did not appreciate the benefits of their breeding. Kids were fickle, few appreciated what they had but there was no happiness without faith. Some parents trusted their kids and some parents felt they raised their kid 'right' in some short-sighted way. They were raising wusses. They were probably talking full sentences by the time they were pulled off their mother's tit. It was time to make men out of mice.
"Gonna teach you kids how to fight," the giant announced.
"None of this rubber kunai business. There is a pointy end and a les pointy end. Point the pointy side in the direction you want to see blood." He handed a weapon to one of the girls, a tomboyish blonde with 'tattoo' on her left bicep. It was not an actual tattoo, rather something someone drew with a pen, but it looked sick enough for the girl to forego sleeves on her denim shirt.
"Watevah," she snapped her gum as she accepted the blade.
"Smart missing class, you do not learn shit in class," he commented as he handed another one of the kids, a boy this time a scythe-like weapon. It was shorter than the bladed polearm most were familiar with, a stumpy handle and a long curved razor sharp blade protected the forearm of the wielder.
"Dude, scram. Stop being a creeper," the young man commented. He looked overall average in every sort of way, perhaps he was an Uchiha and decided after his entire clan was destroyed that he would now be emo. Or perhaps he was a Nara more interested in missing class and taking long naps than anything else.
"Not taking that. Dunno what you want from us, but I am not taking shit from you weirdo."
The other pair, already armed with a giant blade and an inordinately sharp knife seemed now hesitant of their new gifts. A loud guffaw erupted from the redheaded madman.
"I thought that was clear kiddo. You are going to kill the kids in class."
"What! I am not going to do that brah. But you got some balls coming in here and handing three people weapons before you start making demands." The young man's voiced seemed to take on an aggressive tone as he brandished his own weapon. It was a sad, tarnished fuuma shuriken, however it was his.
"I. Think. It. Is. Time. You. Got. Out. Of. Here..." He growled.
Shouki took three steps forward and brought his face as close as he could to the young man's. There was a period of protracted silence, the only sounds being the harsh breaths of one of the other delinquents.
"HA!"
The young man scowled, his hand shook.
"You've never drawn blood before have you?" He tsked, his face still millimeters from the young man's.
"No! I totally did!" the young man protested.
"I killed the bandits that killed my mum when i was only three years old. I lived off their flesh for three days before a shinobi found me and took me into the village!" He lied, telling the same tried but true harrowing tale of a child who lost their family young, was inexplicably strong and durable without training and was able to take down a group of practiced criminals strong enough to kill someone who shared his genetics taking away the possibility of genetic propensity.
"Sure you did kid," Shouki replied, his face contorted in a horrid way as he let out a cackle that started soft and low and rose in volume and octave.
"And I am sure you are gonna tell everyone you banged the prom queen when she was stood up on a date." Pfft "Save the lies for someone who cares. No worries kiddo, I will pop your stabby stabby cherry here." He was quicker than he looked, for such a big man he moved quick. The young man would not even know he was cut until he felt something warm drip off from his face. In Shouki's hand a stiletto knife, it looked pretty girly but that was hardly a concern. Even he deserved to feel dainty and pretty once in awhile. The edge of the blade was red with fresh blood. He licked the blade clean.
"The fucking hell man!"
Shouki held up a single finger to silence the defiant student while the other two watched. He bit his own thumb, his canines sharp. With his own blood he made a circle on the ground. There would be a sound as if someone wanted to say something. As if someone wanted to give an order, as if they
-could-.
"Na-ah-ah-ah!" He made a sound one could imagine a housewife making when their child asks if they could have a cookie. He was utterly unconcerned by them and soon they would understand why. Once the lopsided circle was complete, he stood erect and made his way to the edge. He grabbed the young man by the shirt and drew him in.
"Lemme tell you a little secret," he whispered into the young man's ear. His breath able to be felt on the aide of his neck. Shouki grabbed the young man's arm with his massive hand and thrust the limb while wielding the blade forward into his own gut. To clarify 'his' was in reference to Shouki, he forced the young man to plunge the weapon into the cabalist's own gut. The blade was dull and an impressive amount of force was needed to drive the weapon inside.
It tickled. But it tickled for only one. The young man let out an agonized, choking cry. Where the blade entered Shouki, blood began to spill from the young man's gut.
"I do not die, but you might."
They were headed to the academy. They had no choice.
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