Jiro looked at the paper he had been given at the mission tent as he made his way out of the village. He made his way past the Sunan gates and into the desert, trying to track the target -- Dagger's -- steps. The last place she had been seen was leaving Suna out the gates. The bingo book entry said that she was heading towards Sora, but there had been no word of her having arrived there. That meant she would still be in the desert.
But the one aspect of the bingo book entry that made him shudder with excitement was that she was a Jashinist. Or at least thought that she was one. He could not help his reaction at the prospect of being able to capture a woman who may be just as batshit insane as he was. Or at least believed just as fiercely as he did about the god that she worshipped. A laugh escaped him, echoing through the barren dunes.
"Where'd this bitch go?" Jiro murmured, talking to himself. The Akkumaist had found himself talking to himself a lot lately for whatever reason. He knew no one would hear him, but he could not help the fact that he talked out loud to himself, sometimes even when there were people around. That usually led to quite a few fights since sometimes the things he said to himself were somewhat insulting. But this time, he did not care if she heard.
He did not care about anything but finding his target and bringing her back to Suna. It was so hot, Jiro wanted to strip naked and continue this hunt in the nude. However, the prospect of getting certain parts sacrificed in the name of a death god made him change his mind, opting for keeping his clothes on. He did have some logic after all. But as he thought about sacrifices, something caught his attention, drawing his attention back to reality. A brief pulsing of blood. He tensed, standing so still that he did not even breathe for a moment.
He could not be sure that it was her so he decided to use Crystal Eye: Chigokai Style. The eye, formed of chakra and blood, moved through the terrain, him trailing behind it by a few feet, looking around to see if it was the woman he was supposed to be bringing back to Suna. Jiro was unsure if she was supposed to be brought back alive or dead, if she could die that was. But he would see if she was truly immortal like him or not. And the closer he got, the more he knew that it was her.
She was tall, thin and had a partially shaved head with dyed pink hair. The tattoos and piercings gave her away as well. A smirk crossed his face as he licked his lower lip in anticipation. This's gonna be fun! He ended the Blood Crystal Eye jutsu and prowled closer. He could just make her figure out, walking through the dunes a couple feet ahead. She moved like she was sure of herself, cocky, almost as if she was sure that no one was going to try and stop her from her journey.
But Jiro was not like most people.
The Chigokai waited until he was also up on the dune before he struck. He used his kunai to slit his own hand, allowing the blood to drip before he formed one of his usual weapons. It was his usual tiger claw glove. He soon lunged at her from behind. He aimed to strike with the claws twice. Jiro moved quickly. One thrust pierced Dagger's back. The woman gasped in shock and rolled away out of the way with a speed that impressed Jiro, causing the second to only graze her side.
The Jashinist seemed to not have any weapons on her and in the entry, it implied she did not have any jutsu. Still, Jiro was not prepared for how swiftly she lunged for him. She moved abnormally quick for someone her size. Jiro tried to dodge but she was on him in a moment. So much for this being an easy fight like he had thought. Damn, this bitch's tough... The two continued to roll around in the sand, trying to fight for control. Both of them kicking and clawing. Jiro released his blood weapon, letting it dry into the sand, staining the dunes a dark maroon.
He met her eyes briefly as he grabbed her wrists to stop her from trying to rake at his eyes. It was then he noticed it. The hint of bloodlust in them, a look he knew all too well. She tried to rake his eyes again, using her height and strength against him. However, he was a quick thinker and the Chigokai was soon biting down onto the flesh that was closest to him which just so happened to be her tattooed shoulder. A scream of pain and shock left her as he tasted the saltiness of her flesh change to that sweet, metallic taste he was so familiar with. He kept his teeth locked on her, not worrying about jutsu or weapons yet. The blonde was letting pure survival instinct take over. It seemed to have its effect and seemed to have taken Dagger aback.
Dagger let him go even quicker than she had attacked him. Jiro gasped slightly, coughing as he tried to regain his bearings, licking his lips slightly to taste the blood on his lips, savoring the flavor of it as he did so. He struggled to his feet but was soon taken down once again. Dagger was much quicker than she looked. And soon, she began a mixture of ripping, tearing, and clawing at him, leaving Jiro a bloody, mangled mess. But, unfortunately for her, the Akkumaist thrived in such a state.
Jiro arched into her fingers as he felt them rip at his flesh, raking down, releasing that crimson liquid he enjoyed so much. The woman clawed at him more. This time scratching his face. He watched as she licked the blood off her fingers. He smirked, feeling something stir inside of him. Had they met under different circumstances, the Chigokai probably would have liked her a lot more.
"Blood for the blood god!" she cried out as she tried to gouge at him once again with her claw-like nails.
The Chigokai was bored of this game now and he rolled out of the way, using his dripping blood to form a glove, four claws at the end of it. Once it was finished, he slashed at her violently, slicing her cheek. He brought the claws to his mouth and licked the blood off them slowly. She tried to lunge but Jiro rolled out of way again. This time, he pierced her shoulder as he did, earning a scream of pain from her. "I like you better like this..." he said with a smirk, crimson eyes flashing with a hint of insanity.
However, the scream soon changed into something more hysterical. The sound of pain was replaced by a hysterical laugh as she looked at him and then her shoulder before looking back at him. Jiro rose to his feet carefully. Dagger stood a few inches taller than him so he had to look up to meet her eyes. "Stupid bitch..." he spat.
Oh, had he met her under any other circumstances, he would have liked her even more. They could have even had a special connection. But she would not stop trying to kill him! That made that whole idea a bit problematic. But that was okay. If it was a fight she wanted, he was not going to hold back anymore.
"You should meet my god!" he exclaimed before he charged at her.
Dagger backflipped out of the way quickly. Her movements were so fluid that they hypnotized the Chigokai as she moved. It was almost as if she was doing something other than fighting and, for a moment, the blonde forgot that he was in the middle of combat with her. That was until she leapt at him screaming "blood for the blood god!" once more before trying to gouge his eyes out with her fingernails. Jiro growled softly and slashed at her again with his blood claws. A slew of curses escaped Dagger's lips as more blood poured down her and onto Jiro.
Once Jiro struggled to his feet, the two of them circled each other. They were both battered, bruised and bloody. It seemed like neither of them was going to win. They would both die trying. And maybe they would die trying. A continuous cycle of killing each other only to be resurrected by their gods. The thought did not seem as fun anymore. Jiro did not want to have to keep his eyes open for another immortal. He already had his hands full with Akkuma.
The Akkumaist decided that the time for games was now over. He released the blood weapon, letting the blood trickle onto the sand before he did a series of hand signals. The sand around Dagger soon began to change. The sand crumbled away and Dagger fell into what was now a pool of water, which was quickly changed to blood when she sank. She struggled to get out of the water but with the way the Mystical Blood Pond worked, the pink-haired woman soon had to stop trying to get out of the pond and begin to focus on trying to keep her head up above the crimson liquid or risk drowning.
The Akkumaist watched as Dagger struggled before he did more hand signals. This time, the ground below the woman began to heat up. She could feel the blood pond getting hotter but there was nothing she could do to stop it unless she wanted to drown. All her attention was focused on trying to keep her head above the blood, gasping for air as she tried to get to the edge. But Jiro could tell that, despite her fighting, she was getting weaker as the flames undearneath her began to boil the blood, causing it to bubble around her. The motion and heat making it even harder for her to keep her head up as she struggled just to breathe properly.
"Is that enough blood for your fucking blood god?!" Jiro asked before stopping both the Searing Eruption and the Mystical Blood Pond, turning the sand back to normal save for a large patch of wet sand directly under the Jashinist.
The Chigokai laughed as Dagger collapsed onto the hot sand, gasping and choking on all fours. He smirked as he moved closer to her, standing right in front of her. "Guess that was too much blood. Where's your precious blood god now?" he asked, crouching next to her, a blood senbon in his hand. The other hand was pulling her up roughly by her hair. "Has he forsaken you already?" he whispered in her ear, licking along her earlobe, voice broken by laughter.
"I would let you meet my god, but my mission was to bring you in alive..." The tone of disgust in his voice was evident. Had he been left to his own devices, he would have killed her. She would have made such a perfect sacrifice for Akkuma. Her soul would have been a wonderful gift for his Master, the soul-collecting god.
He soon had a collection of senbon. He straddled her, pushing each of the senbon into her pressure points. She tried to fight, but each point hit was weakening her. Jiro smirked as he continued this game, slowly, almost as if he was teasing her. When she slipped into unconsciousness, he picked her up and began the trek back to Suna.
His body was exhausted but he kept pushing through it. He could feel that his chakra was depleted, glad that his plan had worked because he did not know how much longer he would have lasted. But he also knew that Akkuma had granted him a true gift. Even if Dagger had killed him, he would have just come back to life. And he would have hunted her until he figured out how to kill her. He did not care if he had to dismember her to ensure that she never resurrected properly again if he had to. Thankfully, though, he had been victorious.
At least this time.
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But the one aspect of the bingo book entry that made him shudder with excitement was that she was a Jashinist. Or at least thought that she was one. He could not help his reaction at the prospect of being able to capture a woman who may be just as batshit insane as he was. Or at least believed just as fiercely as he did about the god that she worshipped. A laugh escaped him, echoing through the barren dunes.
"Where'd this bitch go?" Jiro murmured, talking to himself. The Akkumaist had found himself talking to himself a lot lately for whatever reason. He knew no one would hear him, but he could not help the fact that he talked out loud to himself, sometimes even when there were people around. That usually led to quite a few fights since sometimes the things he said to himself were somewhat insulting. But this time, he did not care if she heard.
He did not care about anything but finding his target and bringing her back to Suna. It was so hot, Jiro wanted to strip naked and continue this hunt in the nude. However, the prospect of getting certain parts sacrificed in the name of a death god made him change his mind, opting for keeping his clothes on. He did have some logic after all. But as he thought about sacrifices, something caught his attention, drawing his attention back to reality. A brief pulsing of blood. He tensed, standing so still that he did not even breathe for a moment.
He could not be sure that it was her so he decided to use Crystal Eye: Chigokai Style. The eye, formed of chakra and blood, moved through the terrain, him trailing behind it by a few feet, looking around to see if it was the woman he was supposed to be bringing back to Suna. Jiro was unsure if she was supposed to be brought back alive or dead, if she could die that was. But he would see if she was truly immortal like him or not. And the closer he got, the more he knew that it was her.
She was tall, thin and had a partially shaved head with dyed pink hair. The tattoos and piercings gave her away as well. A smirk crossed his face as he licked his lower lip in anticipation. This's gonna be fun! He ended the Blood Crystal Eye jutsu and prowled closer. He could just make her figure out, walking through the dunes a couple feet ahead. She moved like she was sure of herself, cocky, almost as if she was sure that no one was going to try and stop her from her journey.
But Jiro was not like most people.
The Chigokai waited until he was also up on the dune before he struck. He used his kunai to slit his own hand, allowing the blood to drip before he formed one of his usual weapons. It was his usual tiger claw glove. He soon lunged at her from behind. He aimed to strike with the claws twice. Jiro moved quickly. One thrust pierced Dagger's back. The woman gasped in shock and rolled away out of the way with a speed that impressed Jiro, causing the second to only graze her side.
The Jashinist seemed to not have any weapons on her and in the entry, it implied she did not have any jutsu. Still, Jiro was not prepared for how swiftly she lunged for him. She moved abnormally quick for someone her size. Jiro tried to dodge but she was on him in a moment. So much for this being an easy fight like he had thought. Damn, this bitch's tough... The two continued to roll around in the sand, trying to fight for control. Both of them kicking and clawing. Jiro released his blood weapon, letting it dry into the sand, staining the dunes a dark maroon.
He met her eyes briefly as he grabbed her wrists to stop her from trying to rake at his eyes. It was then he noticed it. The hint of bloodlust in them, a look he knew all too well. She tried to rake his eyes again, using her height and strength against him. However, he was a quick thinker and the Chigokai was soon biting down onto the flesh that was closest to him which just so happened to be her tattooed shoulder. A scream of pain and shock left her as he tasted the saltiness of her flesh change to that sweet, metallic taste he was so familiar with. He kept his teeth locked on her, not worrying about jutsu or weapons yet. The blonde was letting pure survival instinct take over. It seemed to have its effect and seemed to have taken Dagger aback.
Dagger let him go even quicker than she had attacked him. Jiro gasped slightly, coughing as he tried to regain his bearings, licking his lips slightly to taste the blood on his lips, savoring the flavor of it as he did so. He struggled to his feet but was soon taken down once again. Dagger was much quicker than she looked. And soon, she began a mixture of ripping, tearing, and clawing at him, leaving Jiro a bloody, mangled mess. But, unfortunately for her, the Akkumaist thrived in such a state.
Jiro arched into her fingers as he felt them rip at his flesh, raking down, releasing that crimson liquid he enjoyed so much. The woman clawed at him more. This time scratching his face. He watched as she licked the blood off her fingers. He smirked, feeling something stir inside of him. Had they met under different circumstances, the Chigokai probably would have liked her a lot more.
"Blood for the blood god!" she cried out as she tried to gouge at him once again with her claw-like nails.
The Chigokai was bored of this game now and he rolled out of the way, using his dripping blood to form a glove, four claws at the end of it. Once it was finished, he slashed at her violently, slicing her cheek. He brought the claws to his mouth and licked the blood off them slowly. She tried to lunge but Jiro rolled out of way again. This time, he pierced her shoulder as he did, earning a scream of pain from her. "I like you better like this..." he said with a smirk, crimson eyes flashing with a hint of insanity.
However, the scream soon changed into something more hysterical. The sound of pain was replaced by a hysterical laugh as she looked at him and then her shoulder before looking back at him. Jiro rose to his feet carefully. Dagger stood a few inches taller than him so he had to look up to meet her eyes. "Stupid bitch..." he spat.
Oh, had he met her under any other circumstances, he would have liked her even more. They could have even had a special connection. But she would not stop trying to kill him! That made that whole idea a bit problematic. But that was okay. If it was a fight she wanted, he was not going to hold back anymore.
"You should meet my god!" he exclaimed before he charged at her.
Dagger backflipped out of the way quickly. Her movements were so fluid that they hypnotized the Chigokai as she moved. It was almost as if she was doing something other than fighting and, for a moment, the blonde forgot that he was in the middle of combat with her. That was until she leapt at him screaming "blood for the blood god!" once more before trying to gouge his eyes out with her fingernails. Jiro growled softly and slashed at her again with his blood claws. A slew of curses escaped Dagger's lips as more blood poured down her and onto Jiro.
Once Jiro struggled to his feet, the two of them circled each other. They were both battered, bruised and bloody. It seemed like neither of them was going to win. They would both die trying. And maybe they would die trying. A continuous cycle of killing each other only to be resurrected by their gods. The thought did not seem as fun anymore. Jiro did not want to have to keep his eyes open for another immortal. He already had his hands full with Akkuma.
The Akkumaist decided that the time for games was now over. He released the blood weapon, letting the blood trickle onto the sand before he did a series of hand signals. The sand around Dagger soon began to change. The sand crumbled away and Dagger fell into what was now a pool of water, which was quickly changed to blood when she sank. She struggled to get out of the water but with the way the Mystical Blood Pond worked, the pink-haired woman soon had to stop trying to get out of the pond and begin to focus on trying to keep her head up above the crimson liquid or risk drowning.
The Akkumaist watched as Dagger struggled before he did more hand signals. This time, the ground below the woman began to heat up. She could feel the blood pond getting hotter but there was nothing she could do to stop it unless she wanted to drown. All her attention was focused on trying to keep her head above the blood, gasping for air as she tried to get to the edge. But Jiro could tell that, despite her fighting, she was getting weaker as the flames undearneath her began to boil the blood, causing it to bubble around her. The motion and heat making it even harder for her to keep her head up as she struggled just to breathe properly.
"Is that enough blood for your fucking blood god?!" Jiro asked before stopping both the Searing Eruption and the Mystical Blood Pond, turning the sand back to normal save for a large patch of wet sand directly under the Jashinist.
The Chigokai laughed as Dagger collapsed onto the hot sand, gasping and choking on all fours. He smirked as he moved closer to her, standing right in front of her. "Guess that was too much blood. Where's your precious blood god now?" he asked, crouching next to her, a blood senbon in his hand. The other hand was pulling her up roughly by her hair. "Has he forsaken you already?" he whispered in her ear, licking along her earlobe, voice broken by laughter.
"I would let you meet my god, but my mission was to bring you in alive..." The tone of disgust in his voice was evident. Had he been left to his own devices, he would have killed her. She would have made such a perfect sacrifice for Akkuma. Her soul would have been a wonderful gift for his Master, the soul-collecting god.
He soon had a collection of senbon. He straddled her, pushing each of the senbon into her pressure points. She tried to fight, but each point hit was weakening her. Jiro smirked as he continued this game, slowly, almost as if he was teasing her. When she slipped into unconsciousness, he picked her up and began the trek back to Suna.
His body was exhausted but he kept pushing through it. He could feel that his chakra was depleted, glad that his plan had worked because he did not know how much longer he would have lasted. But he also knew that Akkuma had granted him a true gift. Even if Dagger had killed him, he would have just come back to life. And he would have hunted her until he figured out how to kill her. He did not care if he had to dismember her to ensure that she never resurrected properly again if he had to. Thankfully, though, he had been victorious.
At least this time.
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