In Japan, there was a strange phenomenon. People could die spontaneously. Average people lived in fear of burning, being torn apart, or disappearing and never being seen again. But others know this wasn't a simple matter of chance... But of curses. Beings born from humanity's negative emotions, and who wreak havoc. To keep the curses at bay, and defend humanity, sorcerers exist. People capable of controlling their cursed energy to eliminate these evil spirits. That's where you come in. You are going to train to be a sorcerer. At the sorcerer school. This is the story... of how you became a true jujutsu sorcerer.
>>5924 Tokyo, Japan, 7 A.M. The sounds of the city had ceased a while ago, replaced by the voice of Mother Nature. Birds, crickets, and the breeze. The higher-ups had summoned you to this forest first thing in the morning, specifically to Mount Mushiro, which rises on the horizon, tall and imposing.
You venture deeper into nature, and after a good hike, the path ends at the foot of the mountain with stairs, which stretch as far as your eye can see. You were going to have to climb the mountain.
Step by step, you ascend. Finding lampposts that disappear around the mountain, could it be from the city? although the city itself is separated by an excessive amount of kilometers from your current location.
The path continues without much more incident for a good while, until well into the climb, you can feel it. A weak sensation like a gentle shiver on the back of your neck, which logically connects with what you have in front of you. Which seems to be nothing more than more ascent, but which feels almost solid once you extend your hand. A kind of invisible barrier... You push with your hand, which feels like sinking a metal tray that was missing in a pool... And you pass through it, seeing a complete change of scenery.
A large dirt path flanked by trees and greenish stone lanterns that lead to torii gates and more stairs.
But more importantly, there were more people. At first glance, young people like you:
>>5925 A boy with long hair, a good chin and a snub nose, looking Okinawan.
>>5926 A young foreign woman with skin even darker than the first companion's, with visually dense hair.
>>5928 And a young man with an extremely athletic appearance, surely a creatine user. kek
The roleplay is in a party! So I'll give you a moment to get to know each other before jumping into action.
>>5931 "Beautiful flowers" He complimented the bushes along the road. As she walked along the path, Amara saw the greener plants as something exotic. In the place where she grew up, the grass and lawn are yellow, dry, and brown, of a notable Martian Peruvianness, but pure and mystical, even in its murkiness.
Amara's gaze was lost among the fluffy trees and lanterns. Beyond, she had even seen strange arches, very different from anything she knew. Her animosity showed slightly, as she imagined placing one of such tall and dreamlike arches in front of her room.
>>5928 "Hm?" After climbing step after step, Amara stopped in the middle of them upon observing a person.
His appearance was large and athletic, and he looked like someone who could plow the earth day and night. However, there was also something strange about the shape of his muscles. As if he had eaten clouds from the sky. Slightly confused, she unconsciously pointed at him.
"Inflated" she said. And then, she began to search among the ritualistic objects she carried with her. Amara's objective was to find a needle, not one to pierce a doll, but her muscles, which surely contained air. "Doesn't it hurt to have bubbles in your arms?" she asked.
>>5924 TURN FOR THE ANONS FROM KYOTO (Shannon, Takahiro, Amy, and Dante) It was the first hour of the morning. The train station you had to take was crowded. The murmur of voices filled the air, filling it with unintelligible whispers. The shinkansen you had to take was exactly 4 minutes late, a bad omen, when from your right it appears at full speed from the tunnel, braking suddenly.
The fight for seats would not have waited any other day, but on this occasion, the number of people who boarded was very low. About 4 or 5 kek including you, all in the same car.
The train soon starts moving. Once the four of them crossed the threshold, the doors closed and the journey began, at full speed towards the destination.
Inside, it looked like any train. Perhaps a cause for confusion for someone who had already used one of these before, knowing that being made for travel they usually have an internal design more similar to an airplane but I didn't pay attention
It was time to take a seat. And you had a choice thanks to how empty the car was. After that, or not, the lights from the windows dim. They were passing through some kind of tunnel... A bad feeling, difficult to explain, stuck to their skin like an unpleasant and ephemeral sensation. The train lights begin to flicker, and everything becomes ominous when they hear the violent screech of the brakes stopping the journey...
The lights go out. Since it's daytime, even in the tunnel this leaves the anons in semi-darkness and not in complete darkness. But that didn't stop them from realizing, when looking out the windows and only seeing the tunnel wall, that... they are lost in the middle of nowhere.
**You know, roleplay party, first turn to get to know each other. By the way, let's see who is active keksito.*
>>5931 >The girl climbed the steps with a steady but gentle rhythm, holding a small backpack with both hands where she carried some amulets and herbs that had been recommended to her. Her breathing was a little heavy from the early hike, but there was a calm smile on her face, she was excited.
>>5934 >Hearing a voice, Yumi looked up and saw the scene: a Black girl pointing at the big, muscular guy.
"W-wait, wait!"
>She placed herself between the two, raising her hands with open palms in a peaceful gesture.
"I think... um... he doesn't have bubbles! His muscles look... very strong, yes, but I think it's because he trains a lot."
>>5936 A Japanese girl walks by, but she doesn't have a serafuku nor a miko outfit, Amara thought she was an irregular Japanese. Anyway, she was getting in the way of Amara's attempt to help, was she a villain? The poor boy was suffering from having such broad muscles.
"That's not true. I also train hard and don't look like this..." She said, while holding her ancient bone needle. Amara trained her cursed energy in the hidden shrines of her family, with puppets that hit her. "Hmph" She laughed silently. Sometimes she skipped training and made clay balls, secretly from the elders.
Anyway, something was wrong with this high school Japanese girl too. Amara looked at her chest.
"Inflated" She said, and continued her way towards Yumi with her bone needle.
>>5937 >I blinked several times, confused, seeing that you were now pointing at her with that same expression.
"W-what?"
>She took a small step back instinctively, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she saw you weren't subtly looking elsewhere, but she still raised her hands with open palms, trying to stay calm.
"Wait! Please don't poke me! My... um... breasts aren't inflated, really. They're just like this... I think it's normal, or at least that's what they told me... And I understand you want to help the boy next to me, you're very considerate... But I don't think we have bubbles or air inside! If you train a lot, it's normal for muscles to look big and firm"
>She took another small step to the side, trying not to block the way but maintaining some distance from the needle
"B-better tell me about yourself... Did the teachers call you here too? I came because they told me it was important. Maybe we're all here to make friends and learn together!"
He avoided the stairs, instead climbing through nature, using rocks and branches for support as God intended.
The journey to school reminded him of the days he used to climb Omotodake in his youth. Those were days of tranquility when his biggest concern was training and making his family proud.
All that was in the past, now he climbed new mountains, like bankruptcy and unpaid restaurant bills. So far he has managed to escape from all establishments without anyone noticing, but he knows that one day he will be caught and forced to pay for his food.
He doesn't always do it, of course, sometimes he gathers enough by killing curses around, he is prolific in his work, if only because he enjoys killing things with his sword so much, but stealing became another addiction.
(If Gensai could see me now... He'd surely spit in my face... The prodigal son reduced to a rōnin. What a waste of potential. What a disgrace...)
He hugs himself.
(Should I do it? Commit Seppuku? Right here...? I didn't bring my sword, but a rock should do.)
Before he could even wield a sword, Iroha trained with rocks. Repeating the movements of his relatives as they trained, and adapting them to his tools. It didn't matter how rough it was, if the rock was sharp enough, it could cut a Boar in half, he is sure of that.
(No, I don't deserve a blade. I can do it with a smooth rock. I can visualize it... The angle, the necessary pressure. Soon I'll be bleeding on the ground... Ah! My mouth waters just thinking about it! Should I do it?!)
He bites his lips at the thought, but in the end...
(No, there's no meaning... I need a more worthy audience... Stick to the plan. Become a true sorcerer. Reclaim your place in the clan. Pass down your technique. That will be the time to kill yourself...)
Absorbed in thought, he had no time for the others around him.
"Buaaahh" With her eyes narrowed, she couldn't help but yawn loudly, she had slept poorly the day before. She rubs her eyes and then, very clumsily, walks forward keeping her face down, and blindly. "¡Whaah!" When she realized, she had one foot in the air, staggering she managed to avoid falling onto the tracks, at the cost of falling on her butt. Rubbing her rear, Shannon regretted blindly trusting the Shinkansen, known for its great punctuality. "Stupid train, I almost fell!" Sore, she gets up, and forcefully stomps the ground as a reproach while, on the other hand, she stretched her arms out to the sides, up and down like a tantrum-throwing toddler, attitudes that were not in line with Shannon's age but that she couldn't help but do, the train that had already filled up had frustrated her from before.
After a while, her face became less expressive, her effort to get the train's attention was useless, it still hadn't arrived.
"I bet it won't arrive now..." She said with a hoarse voice to herself as she moved away to a safer distance, she was exhausted from everything before, a state that lasted very little when she realized that, if there was no train, she could play on the tracks. "Yupii!" She turned around, and as if the previous events had never happened, she started running back to the tracks, where each step was louder than the last, she wanted to perform those epic jumps she saw in science fiction series. Increasingly excited and increasingly close to fulfilling her strange and spontaneous need.
"AHH!" Shannon slipped and fell to the floor when trying to brake so as not to collide with the train. Her arms hurt, her knees, she barely managed to cover her head. The doors opened in front of her, so she took advantage of entering at a snail's pace, she used one of the bars near her to even be able to drag herself inside and then lie on the seats, she closed her eyes and paid no attention to anyone or anything, she wanted to sleep for a while, a somewhat complicated desire considering the strong light that illuminated, so she put her face down, somewhat uncomfortable, but it was what she had.
"What a nuisance." She muttered. She felt chills all over, her head hurt. Curling up, she waited for it all to end, for it to be something temporary, she had had enough with just trying to play a little. Out of curiosity, she looked up. "So it was all a dream..." The darkness of the night, the setting she loves to enjoy after a hard day of studying.
She lifts her head, there were strange things like metal bars, her bed harder than usual, she also didn't remember having a sleepover or her walls looking very strange. "Ohhh" She stands up. "We're trappedddd." She said with a calm demeanor that had nothing to do with the serious situation.
Despite there being two very handsome boys in her eyes, Shannon preferred to pay attention to the little girl who was around, being the older girl she had to make a good impression. "Don't worry, we won't die or be agonizing from hunger for all eternity! Hehehe, monsters don't exist by the way." After those words, Shannon swallowed her saliva realizing that she was trapped and could die of hunger, and the chills only made her more uneasy, convincing herself that, indeed, there was a monster somewhere hidden in the darkness. Immediately after, she curled up again on the seats, covering her eyes which, by themselves, could barely see in the shadows.
>>5938 The Japanese girl jumped, which startled Amara a bit, and she immediately hid her needle inside one of her sleeves. Amara's eyes widened to find the 7 differences between breasts and muscles. But she stopped, it was more important to listen to her expressive explanation. Seeing Yumi so determined, Amara accepted that while they might still have air inside, it was perhaps in bad taste to try to prick them.
"Is this what's known as the culture of hard work...?" she asked, thinking she was hitting on Japanese customs. Although she still didn't understand so many broad forms of training.
"I'm Amara, some elders brought me here to do sorcery." she replied simply. Amara didn't know the masters she was talking about, but it seemed this Japanese girl wanted friends. Did the Sumanguru clan have friends? No, only enemies. And at best, vassals. What did a true friend mean?
Still with doubts, which were not at all visible on Amara's face. The dark-skinned girl pointed to the subject meditating to the side (>>5939) "Do you want me to befriend him?"
>>5941 >Couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief seeing you put away the needle.
"Yes! Exactly, it's called a work ethic... or something. Though sometimes I think it's also a bit of genetics..."
>When you introduced yourself, Yumi's eyes lit up with happiness. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest enthusiastically.
"Amara! What a beautiful name... I'm Yumi Aizawa. Nice to meet you!"
>Then she followed your gaze towards the meditating boy.
"Of course! We should all be friends. Look... we're in this beautiful and mysterious place, climbing the mountain together. Imagine how super-mega fun it would be if we supported each other!
>Yumi took a couple more steps closer to you, but respecting your space.
"You don't have to poke him or anything. Just approach him with a smile as bright as the first rays of the morning sun and say your name with all the love in your little heart. I'll hold your hand if you want."
>>5942 I clasp my hands in the air like Yumi did, imitating her. Although I couldn't imitate her enormous radiance. She spoke of genetics. "My genetics were praised by many elders over generations." She replied. Although I don't know if having large breasts or muscles is genetically advantageous. Amara stuck with what she was told in the past.
"I found some pretty flowers on the way. Is that fun for you?" She pointed to the green bushes she was contemplating earlier. Maybe they would find a beetle. Amara also finds the place pretty, the trees are fluffy and not flat and dry, like in her original game. "Are there beasts on this mountain? Would discovering them be fun?"
The definition of happiness made her adjust her gaze. But without further ado, she took his hand to go with Iroha. Amara in front.
"I'm Amara Sumanguru, do you want to be my Japanese friend?" She introduced herself and asked Iroha once she was in front of him, with Yumi probably supporting her to the side.
Amara found this person prudent and thoughtful. She wasn't able to smile and generate light energy as Yumi asked, but she could express some affection. This was, for example, the affection she felt towards Japanese flora. Amara took a branch with some leaves that symbolized this place, and carefully placed them in Iroha's pockets or on his head. He wasn't the only remnant of the forest on him, strangely. Had he climbed the mountain without following the path? Her expression of affection probably didn't seem out of place.
This wasn't his idea, not even close. They were already in the middle of an investigation, 3 people dead in supposed suicide cases with months between them, security cameras tampered with, the three cases were prematurely archived, the client -- former police inspector -- had already communicated his distrust in the current administration due to the way these specific cases were handled. He had already checked with Coraje the alley connected to Shinjuku, Shibuya and Ikebukuro, and had found thanks to his best friend a plaque with the Kanji of 赦 (forgiveness, absolution) camouflaged and embedded in the wall, clearly a signature from the intellectual author of what he was now sure was a murder. He had the path clear to investigate even more deeply. So, why was his master doing this to him? Why was he on a train with three kids with the most beatable faces he had ever seen before? To be honest, his Master and he had already had fights over his peculiar way of communicating and socializing with other people:
((("You need to spend more time with kids your age, how do you expect to perform well as a detective if you don't even know how to relate to people?")))
((("Intimidating people during an interrogation, leave that to the TV people and the police! You didn't need to hit the client's father-in-law to confirm if he was at his house at 8 PM!")))
((("¿¡WHAT ARE YOU TIED UP WITH, YOU IDIOT?! Dante, we don't have the authority to have detainees, this place is rented!")))
Among others. He thought it was just his Master being a nuisance, but now he was witnessing the seriousness of his words, he was sent to this place by his Master to improve his social skills, as well as to be instructed in the use of magic. The notion that he needed help for this felt offensive, and the fact that he needed friends who were like him felt condescending, and extremely annoying, seeing that he was so close to catching the culprit and now was trapped with these absolute strangers, the urge to jump out the train window wasn't far away.
("Chino forro hijo de puta, I'm going to pee in his car when I manage to escape from here")
He had his gaze fixed on an old notebook he was holding in his hands, on one of its pages was the drawing of the dead-end alley and the sunflower mural, with the exact location of the scratches and the crack that revealed the location of the plaque, and on the other page, the number 402 written and underlined three times, with a note from Dante: “Apartment? Room? Code? Year?” that no one beside him would understand, pointing the notebook with his phone due to the sudden lack of illumination.
>>5940 He heard one of his classmates, a girl of approximately 2 days, with another kid who seemed even younger. His master told him they would be the same age, but now he had to be a babysitter too... No way, as soon as he can, he'll lose them on the bus and make an alibi with the red-haired guy.
>>5946 Hello nigger, would you like to be from Kyoto? It's this turn, answer it to join: >>5935 I'm telling you this because a support kek would do them good. It's to make them even, otherwise I'll have to move Tony to Kyoto and you stay in Tokyo.
>>5948 Perfect, then answer this turn: >>5935 Your companions who have already answered would be Shannon: >>5940 And Dante: >>5945 You can interact with them.
I'm busy with a few things right now, but I'll send my turn tonight to continue.
>>5949 You are in Tokyo with Amara, Yumi, and Iroha Junzo has not yet introduced himself you already sent your turn as if you were from Tokyo, in fact keksito.
>>5935 >everything seemed so sudden >this darkness doesn't seem to be the work of an electrical system failure >what... or who could have caused this? >at least I'm not alone >the first thing I see is an ape
>>5944 hello, little monkey. Don't be scared, I'll find out what happened
>I smile at the ape and pet its head >then I look at the other passengers
>>5940 >another girl here is trying to calm me down >I can't blame her given my appearance
don't worry, I'm more mature than I look
>I smile back at her
we need to find a way out of this situation, by the way, are you okay?
>>5945 >there's also an apparently annoyed gentleman here >I'd better not bother him >although maybe he can help me investigate what happened later
...
>I'd better check the perimeter >if this could be the work of some monster, I need to find out what we're up against >maybe I can try to get closer to the train's engine room >there I should find the technology I need
alright... let's all stay calm... we shouldn't be locked up forever
>Out of nowhere, the last student from Tokyo could be heard resonating, much of his information was unknown, it was only known that he was some kind of exchange student between Japan and Germany
God... How boring... Time to reignite the fire
>Thus, out of nowhere, you could hear "No More Tears" by Ozzy Osbourne begin to play, with the German metalhead appearing through the barrier, holding a speaker the size of his legs, carrying it like a sword on the back of his neck
>>5931 https://youtu.be/xNN7iTA57jM▶ The sounds of beloved nature filled the place. The noise of the big metropolises didn't reach this mountain area, and my head could finally have some peace. A smile instinctively drew on my face as my weathered legs advanced and advanced through the pristine vegetation of the mountain, with that crunch of small branches under my feet, and the occasional song of a bird.
I finish coming out of the bushes when I notice that my feet touch a firm and rocky structure... Stairs. A smile draws on my face, as I stretch a little. I had already warmed up, so this was a good workout to start the day, advancing with a sure and firm step up those stairs. The path was interesting... As if there should be a city here, at least by the lampposts, but there was nothing.
Before I know it, my body passes through a strange film that felt like water, and when I look ahead again, the whole environment had changed before me. It was as if a protective barrier had shielded this strange place full of torii gates from the curious...
"uhmmmm I feel a tremor in my tail..."
My spider-sense had activated, and my pectorals were moving like a radar searching for threats.... Should I have entered here?. I stop abruptly, and all the pins of different MOE loli anime that I have in my backpack jingle like bells due to my spider-like movement.
"uh....?"
Before I turn around, I notice there are more people.... it must be here. Then, I notice a black girl looking at me >>5934 I observe her confused and raise my arms while shaking my head.
"Hey baby!, Nou nou, dontu jabu sigarrete, soury.... Fain teinkiu an yu???.... Ah, do you speak Japanese?"
"Excuse me"
I notice her approaching, taking something out of her backpack, a.... needle. I observe her confused, and look at my chest. The "spider-sense" increases its speed more and more, while that needle was closer to my body
<"Doesn't it hurt to have bubbles in your arms?" "It only hurts the emptiness in my heart when I can't smell a child's hair-"
But before I can finish my sentence, I am interrupted by the appearance of a lady shouting, apparently she had been left behind >>5936
"Hey!, what's up"
Then, the two old ladies start doing old ladies' things, which, to be honest, didn't interest me, diverting my gaze to the other guy >>5939, he was tanned, from Okinawa for sure. I sit on a rock and observe him
"YO!"
"What's up?"
Apparently he was quiet, or just didn't want to get a needle in his butt or something, that black girl was a danger.
I approach Tony, and make the V for victory sign with my two fingers, then I unzip my backpack, and look for something inside... The monkey can see clothes, but they are very small for someone my size
Crossing his arms, he clicked his tongue and tapped his foot repeatedly on the ground. For things like this is why he hates public transportation. They boast about how punctual and efficient they are, but when it comes down to it, they're all just a bunch of useless idiots who are good for nothing.
Finally, when the train decided to show up, Takahiro walked up front to take a seat. However, before reaching the door, he collided with a stupid girl who had been playing at committing suicide on the train tracks a moment ago. That last part isn't his concern, what does concern him is the fact that she's entering the train at a snail's pace. Takahiro has already been patient with the train enough to wait any longer. With not a shred of manners, he shoved the girl aside and stormed into the train, then sat as far away from the rest as possible.
:- What the hell are you all standing around for? Are you planning on waiting all day for the conductor to finally apologize?
What's missing, first the train is late and now it breaks down in the middle of this damned nowhere. Worse yet, when he takes a look at the rest of the passengers, the only thing he finds is a bunch of mediocre, condescending people who would rather wait than act. It doesn't matter where he goes, it's always the same, everyone is just a bunch of damned useless people who refuse to do anything.
:- Bah, do whatever you want. I'm already tired of this guy, I'm going to make him listen and do it now.
Well, if they aren't going to move, then Takahiro will be the one to do it. He stands up, turns his back to the rest, and walks towards the cabin. Ready to complain to the manager like a good Karen, and just like her, he'll cause as much destruction and problems as possible.
Instead of opening the door like a normal person, Takahiro points with his index finger and fires. A small marble with 1% of his cursed energy shoots out from this, repelling the door and sending it flying into the next one. A process he would repeat until he found the conductor or anyone else.
>>5944 Amara watched as a small monkey arrived and sat down to eat a banana. She wasn't surprised, not because she was surrounded by animals in Africa, but because as a sorceress of tradition, she knows about cursed puppets, which in Japan they call Yugai. What material was this puppet made of? It didn't seem like normal plush. Maybe they dissected a monkey to make it come alive and walk. In any case, it's a fact that someone is watching from behind those monkey eyes, someone human, and someone who wants to impersonate a monkey.
"Hmm... Is this part of the culture of perversion so deeply rooted in Japan...?" she wondered, keeping her arms crossed. "Role-playing" they called it, but maybe it was just someone spying on them. She didn't believe the banana thing, maybe he'd spit it out later when they weren't looking, because puppets don't eat.
>>5956 >"It only hurts the emptiness in my heart when I can't smell a child's hair-" "You are a passionate person... Is your heart also inflated?" She didn't quite understand what he was saying, but the muscular man spoke in Japanese poetry to women. He was a romantic subject. Because he is so big, maybe he sees other Japanese women as small, so it's not strange for him that most people of the opposite sex are girls. Amara lost interest as soon as he went with his tanned companion, maybe he was a servant to him.
It wasn't long until they had to meet with the muscular and the tanned man, because Yumi wanted to build interpersonal relationships. Since she didn't hear him, Amara replied to the subject that he should work in the fields. "I am Amara, are you passionate about nature and the outdoors?" she asked, noticing him sometimes so contemplative of his surroundings. Like on magazine covers, Amara thought maybe she should also pose on a rock and look at the horizon.
>>5957 >Monkey wants to talk to you too. >Monkey proposes being pen pals.
>>5957 >Monkey is happy to see another happy. >Monkey is happy not to see the monkey as ugly or offend it for its appearance. >Monkey is excited. >Monkey looks at person's gift, monkey carefully takes gift.
"Thank you."
>Monkey returns gesture with hand, V for victory. >Monkey eats a tangerine with the peel in one bite. >Monkey has a very big mouth. >Monkey enjoys the taste, licks monkey lips.
"Here... It's a piece of meat... For you, caveman."
>Monkey takes backpack and from it pulls out a piece of meat wrapped in aluminum foil. >Monkey has little things mom gave like warm clothes, snacks in case it gets hungry, a blanket for the nights, plushies to comfort it, photos of herself in case it misses mom, VapoRub in case it gets a cough, maracas in case it wants to play music, little toys to distract itself, one of those flip-over plush octopuses, coloring books, its diary, DVDs of movies it likes, books and comics. >Monkey gives it to the naked subject. >Monkey believes the naked subject is a defrosted Neanderthal.
>Monkey asks innocently after seeing Amara look at monkey a lot. >Monkey doesn't understand Amara's curiosity but monkey has the same curiosity. >Monkey sees similarities between him and her. >Monkey is happy to see someone like him. >Monkey is happy that Amara doesn't make fun of his appearance. >Monkey looks in his backpack again and pulls out a wrestling action figure, monkey likes wrestling a lot. >Monkey gives it as a sign of friendship.
Rammstein and Tony, read the meta please, that's why I'm not quoting you. Respond to that before proceeding. >>5934 >>5936 >>5939 >>5956 The conversations come and go. But the answers don't arrive, the torii gates that extend in an ascent guard the unknown, and from there, the mysterious arrives.
You can perceive it. It's a sensation similar to the one you experienced when crossing the invisible barrier, ephemeral too, but more intense. A sensation that pierces you, and that originates from the steps at the end of this path.
Going down them is an imposing figure dressed in black. Rising up to two meters tall, with heavy steps that silence all the sounds of nature. The mysterious bearded man finishes the steps and stands before you maintaining a silence heavier than his walk. He observes you, moving his head slowly to pay attention to each of those present, ending with Yumi, at whom he frowns before finally speaking.
>Mysterious daddy "So you, bunch of scoundrels, wish to be sorcerers?" -he speaks a little strangely-
The man quickly makes the sign of the cross, you can feel a small change in the atmosphere a second before he kisses his fingers, and from the air itself the form of five beings manifests, with an appearance that combines the woody and the metallic. A kind of puppets, Curses?, Shikigamis?, A cursed technique?
"I fear that is beyond your grasp. I will not let you pass... until you make it clear if you have any motivation."
The puppets come out from behind him. One crawling with its snake tail, the other floating. The one in the long clothes seems to slide forward in a curve. The fat one walks with steps that sound like blows, and the largest one jumps over the man, which upon landing, makes the ground crack.
"WELL, WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVATION?!"
The five puppets remain expectant. The tension rises.
I don't have family, ever since the elders kicked the bucket... A cousin? Her clan had vanished, but maybe relations in Japan left behind some small, dark descendant—like this monkey. Amara reconsidered. "But you're an ape, we're not cousins, look." She showed him her thumbs, not used to climbing branches, and her palms lighter than her skin tone. "I'm Amara, and I'm human, even if some refuse to believe it."
Amara receives the ape's gift—it's a small doll. She grabs it by one arm and lifts it up, examining it curiously, pressing with her fingers to see if the skin is real or synthetic. She used to play with headless figurines, but that's not relevant. She accepts it, moves its little arms, and says, "Cute Mexican."
"But we're not—" He tried to clarify, but got interrupted.
A figure appears, starts observing everyone, including Amara, but for some reason sees Yumi incorrectly. "You don't like it, Yumi?" He asked directly as soon as she frowned at him. Judging by how he spoke, he seemed part of the school; otherwise, if he were a sorcerer, he'd have trouble with such horrors of shikigami—how ugly.
"¡...!" The figure suddenly starts raising his voice. Amara gets a bit scared, just like when Yumi did it earlier. But she quickly hears talk about motivations for sorcery. Amara wasn't sure how sorcery worked in Japan—whether they still did human rituals. If so, she wouldn't like it. But she was certain of one thing.
"I don't want to live surrounded by dry earth, where there are no trees or heavy labor," she replied, expressing her desire never to live in that Peruvian Martian wasteland where not even her clan survived.
>>5940 >>5945 >>5951 >>5958 The breakdown raises some suspicions and sows some plans, but the fruits take time to emerge. General inaction and calm end up causing the definitive explosion of the one with the shortest fuse. With his ass on fire, Takahiro faces the door leading to the next car and unleashes a... magical movement.
His finger glows a reddish-purple, a marble-sized sphere of pure cursed energy he launches from his finger like a bullet. The flash hits the metal at point-blank range, roaring like an explosion that rips the doors from their frame as if they were nothing. And they noticed something strange.
There was no other car in front.
Somehow. They made the journey to this tunnel in a single car. Although they clearly remember seeing the entire Shinkansen arrive at the station... Perhaps Takahiro simply destroyed the entire train in front of him by mistake? He was a sorcerer after all.
Then, the sound of metal being struck rapidly, as if several people were running on the roof, stole the show, which was soon taken by the large figure that stood right in front of the door Takahiro had just destroyed.
Large, barely shorter than the car they were in now, greenish in color and with enormous teeth, it makes its presence known.
>Grade 3 Cursed Spirit: Train "THE TRAIN IS LATE!"
The four-eyed, tearful beast put its hands in, gripping the door frame, and pushed in parallel suddenly, forcefully opening the car to stick its head in and bite Takahiro, who was closest.
"No, it's not possible, there was no cursed energy at the scene... The shoes were removed, the cameras were deliberately tampered with, the bodies landed at angles that required unnatural force..." He muttered to himself while biting his nails.
Obviously, getting on the train while ignoring so many strange things wasn't due to a lack of superstitious paranoia or a poor reflection of his detective skills. He was interrupted in what could be one of the most intriguing cases that has come to him and his master, as well as dangerous, because they have already dealt with mysterious sabotage in recent months, and he is almost certain that this is the work of a killer... Although, he already had that hypothesis from the first time they investigated the crime scene, but what really interested him was whether it was a human killer, or a curse that was behind the suicides. He couldn't pay attention to anything else, in his mind he kept reconstructing the facts with a chilling professional methodology, and personal obsession, feeling a boiling liquid being injected into his veins at the thought that a curse could be capable of orchestrating something like this. He didn't hear the idiot thermos-head scream like a sick person, and smash the train door. Nor did he realize that the train they were on out of nowhere consisted of a single carriage. He simply felt a déjà vu, a familiar feeling that, instead of making him thoughtful, made him open his eyes wide.
>"THE TRAIN IS ARRIV-
The snout of the grotesque monster was closed by an upward kick straight to the chin, before it could close its jaws on the loudmouth from before.
"Excuse me," He adjusted the sleeve of his trench coat, his hand-to-hand specialty becoming evident "I had my head elsewhere"
He lowered his center of gravity, his hands rising and leaving a trail of shadows that appeared and vanished in a second as soon as he took a fighting stance, separating his feet.
"Let's shove this train up its ass"
The first blow that shot from his shoulder could have been enough to deform the face of a normal human, he could see how the curse received it slightly more decorously, but the next was stronger, and the next too. They wouldn't have been counted even if someone recorded them in the gloom, the shadows mixed with the little light, causing not only the increasing speed generated by each shadowy echo making his fists impact and return faster every 3 punches, but also the blows from the shadowy echoes themselves rained down on his opponent in a strafing barrage that left the curse's physical form completely unrecognizable.
>>5964 >this seems to be the only train car >good thing that guy got ahead of me >I would use the technology in the train >but then someone tries to fight the curse with punches >>5965 >it seems I'm not the only one here with a cursed technique >but it doesn't seem like it was effective in damaging the curse >I could use the technology in the car to create my staff >but I need light to manipulate it >so instead I'll use my phone >and once I manage to do it, I'll try to shoot a laser beam at the curse >but I think I'll only have one shot
>>5963 Since you're here, I'll throw this at you kek The stranger's introduction is a furrowed brow. The glasses didn't hide that wrinkled face. You're not indifferent, you fire off your question automatically, as if his annoyance were the switch for your voice box.
His gaze returns to you. You feel his eyes making contact with yours instinctively... but beyond the natural seriousness that those firm features conveyed, he remained stoic.
Ignore your question, answering only with his own. Seeking the primary answer, the origin of those before him.
You had it clear.
<I don't want to live surrounded by dry land, where there are no trees or doing heavy work
You're simple, you're sincere and authentic. You want to live better, Japan, from the beautiful asphalted streets, full of vehicles and beautiful skyscrapers, to the lush outskirts and full of life that surround these mountains are a beautiful and alien world compared to the arid home where water is scarce and every night rumors spread of another village being raided.
You felt the movement, a sign of imminent danger. The snake-tailed puppet launched itself onto the ground and slithered towards you in an instant. You didn't get a chance to react before the shikigami... or it rises before you, this was the speed of an professional magician's attack.
"Are you aware of where you are?!"
His puppet launches one of its arms at you, shaped like a thin scythe that forces you to dodge. The strike misses by millimeters, grazing your skin, opening a shallow cut that becomes a thin red line on your forehead.
"The trees will fall. The green earth will be painted red."
The puppet raises its arms again.
"Your work will be the heaviest. Because the land won't surround you. The corpses of your friends and enemies will surround you."
The puppet attacks again, lowering its arms and beginning a flurry attack, throwing several hits at you, as if wishing to cut you into pieces.
"IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!, IS THAT MOTIVATION THAT WILL MAKE YOU GET UP WHEN YOU HAVE THOUSAND LITERS OF BLOOD ON YOUR BACKS?!"
>>5964 The noise generated by the endless clacking of teeth was the only thing accompanying Shannon, her wrists were as scared as she was, that by trembling so close to her face, she sometimes received a clumsy and light blow from herself. The anxiety was such that making noise by hitting her foot against the wall of the Shinkansen gradually became a daily routine.
>>5951 "I-It's... this... and..." Each word drowned her immediately after being spoken, being agitated didn't help either. After a few seconds, the commotion ceased. Her hands came off her face, she turned her torso, her knees tucked into her abdomen, and her back was now straight. Shannon's expression had changed radically, with her attempt to imitate a smile, she fixed her gaze on the other girl who appeared calm, all while maintaining a sort of frog posture on the seat. "I'm fine!" she exclaimed, she had to show that she was the strongest in these kinds of situations, she couldn't fall so low in front of a girl who claimed to be mature, and who, moreover, in Shannon's logic, showed symptoms of being a crazy person who thought she was fruit, a ripe fruit, so she could even less afford to look scared in front of such a person.
>>5958 Shannon had to blink a few times for her vision to adjust to the darkness, with some difficulty as the sensation of chills still haunted her. Further on, at one end, she could make out something she didn't need to strain her eyes to see, it was a purple light shining on the finger of that guy who treated her like she was nothing, Shannon didn't have the strength to even complain then. She kept her gaze fixed on the redhead, not because he still looked handsome, but out of fear that he would approach her and treat her meanly again. "AAAH!" Shocked, the girl covers her ears, feeling like they were going to explode like that door. She lifts one hand to point her index finger at the rude young man, intending to scold him for what he did to the poor door that harmed no one, but she didn't go through with it for fear he would get angry and make her explode too, so she stopped pointing.
She tries to look at the remains of the door, a dead door, for Shannon, perhaps it had a family, however, all her effort to even try to appreciate the corpse in the middle of the black view was in vain, at most she can hear metallic noise from above. "It must be the door making its way to heaven..." Convinced, Shannon closes her eyes and clasps her hands to pray, hoping the door can rest in peace and become a door of some celestial structure in the paradise of doors. Just out of curiosity, she opens one eye, the left one perceiving a round figure, almost like a ball, but with little light she can't reach any clear conclusion.
"Shut up! Don't you see a door just died?" Shannon scolds him, especially because he interrupted her prayer, it's one thing for her not to be respected and another thing is not to allow the poor door to receive a farewell. Since the monster showed no signs of giving a minute of silence, Shannon had to do something about it.
She gets up from her seat with her forehead wrinkled, cheeks puffed out, and her fists clenched until they hurt. Her steps were abrupt and so exaggerated that she hurt her feet and part of her torso while walking. "Let the dead rest!" she shouted while stretching her right arm with her palm open towards the monster, Shannon tries to make this a dramatic imitation of those fighting series she always longed to be a part of. Remembering her school notes, she knew that water passes through the mouth, and that saliva and many other disgusting things are also generated, but Shannon didn't care, as long as she could stop the creature, she would try to freeze whatever was inside that being's maw to make it reflect on its actions.
>I am Amara Sumanguru, do you want to be my Japanese friend?
"Hm?"
The girl's appearance breaks his trance, forcing him to notice who was around him.
"A foreigner?"
She was not a common presence in the world of sorcery. Although he knows there is a community in Africa with gifts similar to his, she must be one of them. He didn't notice a Japanese surname either, indicating she had no family here.
(She was noticed by a school in Japan... She must be talented.)
The girl gives him a kind of... gift?
It was a branch. She was already carrying several of those from her climb.
(N-now that I think about it... Will I look presentable?!)
She quickly runs a hand through her hair. Only to feel the amount of things she had to get rid of before reaching the school.
Anyway, it was a nice gesture. She should at least say something nice in return.
"... Your name is easy to pronounce."
It was something. For him at least, it was a relief, he wouldn't feel like apologizing every time he tried to say a strange name.
She should introduce herself too, just out of courtesy.
"Iroha. No surname."
See, she could just say her first name, but no, she has to explain that she has no surname. That's how people get more interested.
As for her request... Her answer was direct.
"I don't want to be your friend. I don't know you."
It was normal. You wouldn't usually ask that on the first meeting.
His attention is demanded elsewhere. He takes his gaze off the foreigner to see where the call was coming from.
>What's up?
"...."
If anyone here was capable of capturing his interest, it was this guy. Solely because of his physical characteristics. He wasn't very interested in chatting, but he could point that out.
"Incredible physique." The guy was a powerhouse, he had to show respect.
As someone who dedicates himself to the combat arts, simple muscles don't impress him. But not all muscular retards reach this level. It must have taken effort.
"Do you do kenpo? Or Kenjutsu...? I doubt the latter, but you look hard to cut."
He shows his powerlevel a little, he usually preferred to maintain the act of a cold aristocrat before revealing any martial autism, but he saw a guy who looks strong and got excited.
>What's your name? I'm Sandanjū Junzō
"Iroha. No surname."
>>5962 From nowhere a strong spiritual pressure seeps between the torii gates. Whatever was on your mind before loses priority.
That imposing aura is accompanied by footsteps echoing from the stairs. A subject with a beard and glasses observes them.
>So you, a bunch of miscreants, wish to be sorcerers?
(...He must be a teacher...)
He assumes the obvious after those words.
He was already paying attention to all his actions; he quickly took note of the gestures he began to use. It was not in vain, these demonstrate his purpose immediately, with the appearance of multiple spirits behind the subject.
(Shikigami? Is he planning to test us...?)
He could tell that he hadn't expected that. He assumed the enrollment would be more formalities and paperwork.
>I fear that is beyond your grasp. I will not let you pass... until you make it clear if you have any motivation.
The shikigami get into a defensive stance. And the subject awaits a response to his question:
>I don't want to live surrounded by dry land, where there are no trees or do heavy work
A regular and understandable desire, but...
(Hasn't he realized...?)
Iroha observes the Shikigami. They weren't there just because.
(It's not a questionnaire, it's a test... A response like that won't be enough.)
It was a test of how worthy you are to sacrifice your life in this world. If you don't know the horrors you are about to face, you'd better have a motivation that pulls you through the suffering.
But her motivation has already caused her enough suffering.
As the professor attacks Amara, Iroha advances with clenched fists.
(Let's not waste time.)
When you lose the initiative, you lose the advantage. And she was already at a disadvantage without her favorite weapon. Iroha runs straight for the Shikigami that looks the strongest.
>IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!, WILL THAT MOTIVATION MAKE YOU GET UP WHEN YOU HAVE A THOUSAND LITERS OF BLOOD ON YOUR BACKS?!
"Don't forget the rest, you idiot!"
He would rise with a flying kick directly to the monster's face, which he would then quickly flex his leg in case of evasion, looking for a chop kick.
"I want to be a sorcerer! I want to die as one! And I want to bring my clan's name high! That's all!"
The appearance of the curse produced neither fear nor surprise on Takahiro's face. His only reaction was to frown even more at seeing that it was up to him to resolve the situation. He's already had run-ins with rowdy spirits before and none have been a match for him. He doubts that a piece of shit like this can stand up to him.
:- (((Cursed matter: Atract)))
Gathering energy in the palm of his hand, Takahiro created a small ball of energy. He didn't fire it, he just kept it there attached to his hand and then pointed it at the curse. Suddenly the creature's body began to be pulled by a force equal to 2g that pushed it to meet Takahiro's hand with its face.
:- (((Repel)))
An instant before that happened, Takahiro closed his fist. He reversed the direction of his sphere and hit the creature with that same gravitational force. Its already high striking power was amplified thanks to the functioning of his imaginary technique, sending the curse flying out of the train.
>>5965 >>5966 >>5969 >>5971 >>5972 Due to the delay I'm going to count the highest dice so Takahiro is saved from that shitty re-roll kek The curse's attack stirs the hornet's nest, its gigantic maw closes on Takahiro, ready to swallow him in one bite, but with a gust of wind that blows from his side, the biological cavern slams shut. Dante fires a jumping kick, the curse's chin molds to the shape of the blonde's instep, rumbling with a gust of wind that doubles in the explosive clash between its teeth, which sound like trucks colliding. Splattering liters of its dark blood from the eyes it cries with, the beast is sent flying through the air, spinning like a ball, and the sorcerer's apprentice rushes to finish the exorcism.
>Train "THE TRAIN IS LATE!"
His limited vocabulary marks an attack, he finishes a spin and once he faces Dante, he opens his gigantic mouth again, firing his tongue, which sounds like a train and moves at the same speed. It's prehensile, he makes it curve and stick to Dante's back, yanking him off the ground and lifting him 4 meters before slamming him back to the earth in a whip-like downward motion. The deceleration feels like your body doubles for half a second before the crack that stings like falling on your stomach in water. The fall arrives the next instant like an explosion, the entire front of your body slams directly into the tracks, which bend, sinking under the impact. It hurt. It hadn't incapacitated you, not at all, but it really hurt.
Train retracts its tongue, which returns to its mouth with a blast of wind. Then, Takahiro after letting Dante eat some tracks kek acts. He doesn't waste a second of the vulnerability the curse has from still being in the air and activates his cursed technique, his hand glowing with dark energy the size of a handball. The concentrated energy hungrily absorbs the curse, which stops spinning from Dante's blow and is drawn like lightning to the ground towards Takahiro. Its diagonal fall is swift, the blood leaving its face from the first attack seems to freeze in the wind as the specter cuts through the air. The impact looked imminent. It was going to hit the carriage head-on, but at a perfect distance, Takahiro readjusted his technique.
<Repel
There's such a sudden stop that it makes the curse shudder, it spits out a few drops of dark liquid, but the clown's hand wanted more. Flying with the full weight of his body, his knuckles imbued with cursed energy became metal shot at the magnet that is Train.
It's an explosion, more violent than the door's explosion. Takahiro's fingers sink into the monster's 'face', deforming its scarce features and squeezing out its blood-filled insides through every orifice of its face before launching it like a bullet to the ground.
Train bounces off the tracks and rolls before stopping again with its face completely blackened, now on all fours, opening its mouth once more to fire its tongue at whoever had just hit it.
The attack begins, the tongue flies out sounding like a shinkansen whose speed it imitates. But this time, there's someone faster.
With a desire for revenge born from respect for one of humanity's greatest inventions - the door -, that little girl with an even smaller brain jumped into action with a simple wave of her hand. With a gaze that emanated fire, ironically, she invoked a spell worthy of Boreas himself. Her cursed energy instantly manifested in Tren's mouth, growing and solidifying non-stop from every bit of moisture in his mouth. Saliva, the dark blood spilled by his companions, everything soon filled his mouth like a great ice wall that kept his jaws open to the limit. The flying lick lost all its force, stopping. Tren's tongue was rendered useless, like the rest of his mouth. Shannon felt a chill from using her cursed technique... but she had done well. She had silenced the blasphemy!
But he was still standing, now he stands on two legs and waves his arms and body, muttering as if choking but completely gagged. Then he lowers his upper body -pun intended- returning his hands to the floor with a double slam that shakes the entire tunnel and bends another part of the tracks. His hands grip the ground tightly and his gaze locks onto Shannon, who instinctively feels she is being targeted.
Then, Amy doesn't hesitate. Sacrificing the cell phone in this situation was mandatory. Taking out her iPhone Pro Max, she turns on the flashlight. The light shines with moderate intensity, but enough, the girl decisively points directly at the beast that was now running straight towards them, seeking revenge on Shannon, and pointing her hand towards the beam of light escaping the flash, she holds it in place with her cursed energy.
The flashlight's light seems to stop inches from the phone, becoming a knob-sized sphere, there was no time to figure out if she could make it bigger. Amy extends her hand towards the target and the cursed energy-imbued light is fired like a brilliant laser of pure white.
The speed is ridiculous, it's the force of light coerced by cursed energy. The beam hits directly against the curse's open mouth, piercing Shannon's dense ice block, which shatters into a thousand pieces, combining the abilities into an explosive icy blow inside the mouth that even tears off its tongue before continuing its path, piercing the back of the specter's mouth like a luminous needle that leaves a hole as big as a coin. Tren's feet leave the ground and the beast falls backward, into a growing pool of dark blood. That seemed to have done it gigantic damage... In exchange for completely draining Amy's phone battery.
Tren writhes on the ground in pain, letting out shrieks that reflect unbearable torment. That of agony. But, as if there always had to be a but, the monster gets up once more, letting out those nightmarish screams that, perhaps now without a tongue, are the only thing it can produce. It stretches its long arms out to the sides, and in a desperate move, rips pieces of stone from the tunnel.
At that moment, something strange happens. Like those Sunday mornings with disrespectful neighbors, the sudden appearance of...
A... breath? Which soon turns into a melody, with lyrics initially somewhat blasphemous for the non-Japanese believers of the team. The song booms at maximum volume, and it's loud, like stadium speakers, capable of muffling Tren's voice.
Does it clash with the situation? Of course, will everyone like it? Perhaps not, but something clear was happening while that song played. In that voice, in that drumbeat, in those rhythms. They could feel it in their skin, in their muscles... This song... MADE THEM STRONGER!
(+10 to dice and narrative strength buff, so yes, even Amy can throw punches now)
But the fact that his screams are somewhat reduced by the song doesn't change the situation. Tren turns the concrete around him into simple rubble under the pressure of his huge hands and begins to throw stones at everyone indiscriminately.
>>5970 "Bonsai" He says upon seeing him accept his gift of a branch. Certainly his zen ability was sufficient enough to be called so.
But suddenly, the one named Iroha, who was not born into a home, but rather came directly from nowhere, because he has a surname, says something very cruel. Why doesn't he want to be his friend? "Why don't you want to be my friend?" He said aloud. Without accepting the immediate explanation. They had already said their names, that was knowing each other, right?
"..." Amara's face turned somewhat sad, though also confused. "So...? Do you want to be my enemy....?" She asked. Perhaps a requirement for Iroha was to know his friends, but if they don't know each other and it's based on enemies, that's fine, it's supposed to be like that.
>>5967 Why was the mysterious papu being so rude, if he hadn't done anything to her. Did she answer wrong? There were many things Amara didn't understand, but she did know how to be prepared for attacks. Unlike screams, with the actions she could see, she could react and stepped back.
"Hnrr-" He grunted slightly. This person didn't understand. "I won't let that happen... Without my friends dying! Even though I don't have... This place is beautiful, and it has to stay nice" He told her. How was he sure of so much destruction? Unlike the sanctuaries of Amara's hometown, this place remains standing. He just wants the same thing that happened to his family and how he lost the lands, but in Japan and to himself, that doesn't make sense.
The person shouted at her again, at this point Amara was still in shock, though tense, not alert enough to respond to the snake's attacks that she couldn't counter. She only strengthened herself with her cursed power, defending herself.
>I exclaim after my attack was a success >it's not very noticeable but it worked >although now my battery is drained... >but that quickly stops mattering >a strange melody plays out of nowhere >I don't know why, but it makes me feel stronger >I feel like I can beat the curse to death >I won't hesitate to take advantage of it >I roll up my sleeves and approach the curse
HAYAAAAAAAAAA!
>imitating the times I saw the tae-kwon-do practitioners from the MIT club, I try to land effective blows on the curse
:- Hey, attempt at a protagonist! If you don't know how to fight, stay behind with the girls! What kind of idiot do you have to be to not understand something as simple as dodging attacks?
Watch with a bored expression as the curse tries to eat him. A mere 1% of its power would have been enough to take him out, but it wasn't necessary for it to act. One of the mediocre passengers on the train takes action before he does, and tries to handle the situation. Emphasis on trying, since his violent outburst only resulted in a violent humiliation that Takahiro watched with his arms crossed, doing nothing to help him. In fact, he mocks him with an air of superiority, putting him on the same level as the elementary school girls who accompany him.
:- Oi, oi, oi, piece of trash don't get too greedy..
After finishing his taunts at Rocco, Takahiro carried out his attack. Sending the deformed creature flying with a powerful punch. He expected that simple attack to be more than enough to stop it. However, the curse rises, demanding more and going as far as trying to lick Takahiro's body. In no way would he allow such a thing to happen, nor would the others. Seems like the attempt at sexual harassment by the train invoked the envy of the girls who quickly stop his feet, or his tongue in this case. He's not interested in minors, but he still smiles a bit for them.
:- Being hit by my hands once is more than enough for a piece of trash like you. From now on, you're forbidden from touching me.((Repel)))
A mysterious music fills the place, the origin of this generates curiosity. However, he's not stupid enough to look away just because someone decided to play the guitar. The melody isn't a threat, that's all you need to know. As for the rest, it's better to keep his gaze on the enemy, whom he doesn't intend to let land any of his hits. Without moving from his spot, Takahiro made appear two small spheres that he would move with his mind to protect himself from every piece of debris they threw. Not only that, but he would return each of these with double the force thanks to the functioning of his cursed technique.
He opened his eyes to see how he was hit in an instant and had no chance to move, from one moment to the next he could only cover himself reflexively as he crashed against the tracks, hearing a high-pitched beep after the thunderous blow that he felt run through his entire body. The taste of iron was familiar, the red of his blood as he spit it out too, nothing new under the sun, or well... Underground, whatever, fortunately the >>5980dumbass wind-up toy is unharmed and will live to say dumb things another day.
"That bullshit almost ripped your torso off, you piece of shit retard" He adjusted his jaw while picking up his notebook, dusting it off
The enormous creature receives two more point-blank attacks, Dante put away his notebook and clenched both hands ready to attack again, but before he could continue the onslaught he heard a strange melody. He could feel his cursed energy increasing as a consequence of hearing it, the breathing that came in melody soon sounded like music for fatherless sluts, but since it was strengthening him somehow he decided not to say anything.
("What the fuck is going on? Whatever, this is rigged")
In a blink he was almost caught by surprise by the concrete debris that was thrown in his direction, again leaving clones behind him and accelerating with each one, moving from the spot and changing direction again now towards the stones that, little by little, seemed to be freezing in the air as he propelled himself from one to the other, approaching the monster and above the ground, finally ending up a few meters above it.
"I don't know what line you are, but..." He advanced leaving a trail of shadows in his wake, crashing his fist with double the force than before "...YOU'RE NOT GETTING THROUGH HERE!"
He sank the upper part of his head and the monster itself deeply into the ground like a pancake, the imprint of his fist marked on its skull and leaving it at the mercy of the others' attack.
Junzō >>5960 I watch as the mountain monkey grabs my tangerine and eats it.... It was very cool to see, and he also answers my V symbol, without a doubt they were very intelligent. Then, without expecting anything in return, he opens his backpack, with many many things (undoubtedly his mom loved him a lot) and after searching, he pulls out a piece of meat wrapped in aluminum.
"eh--.... is this for me? are you sure?"
"th-thank you very much little monkey"
<"Welcome to the 21st century, caveman friend."
"oh!"
""Live long and prosper"
and I do a Vulcan salute with my hand
>>5970 <"Incredible physique." "Thank you very much, seriously"
"It took a lot of effort, but it was worth it"
I don't flex my muscles because I'm a shy faggot, but I smile sincerely, and then I listen to what he says.
"I do Judo with Ssireum and some Sumo, since they have good exercises.... although I would like to do Bökh"
"The armor of Kempo and Kenjutsu doesn't suit me"
"Although I train so that it's not necessary in the future"
"...."
"And you? I see you came climbing this hill, you must train something, it shows on your face"
''With that I introduce myself and he does too... he didn't have a last name, how strange, but he wasn't bad.
"Iroha?"
I give a thumbs up
"A pleasure... I guess we all come here for the same thing... I have a bad feeling, but everything will be fine"
A bearded man, quite tall approaches us. My face quickly turns serious, and I observe him intently.... Was this a teacher? He looked strong. Then.... Plop, he quickly makes the sign of the cross, I instinctively puff out my chest, and I notice 5 beings appear..... 5 puppets, like monsters... like those beings that eat and torment poor little girls every night, to scare them and thus generate sustainable ecological energy for their ultra-dimensional world or something like that I saw in a documentary called "Monsteru INcu"..... I lower my center of gravity a bit, resting my hands on my knees.
"(A teacher?)"
''Yes, apparently he was, and it was time for a surprise exam or something like that.
<"I will not let you pass... until you make it clear if you have any motivation." "Motivation...?"
"....."
"Fuck, this is going to be good..."
''I exhale, and harden my muscles, taking off my shoes to feel the ground and staring intently at the creatures, switching from one to another to see which one approached me.
<"SO, WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVATION?!" "My motivation?"
"Jah...."
I laugh a little, that word sounded so... weird? like, very fantastical, but in a good way. But then I think
"uhm....?"
"...........?"
"...."
"My motivation?..."
"Well..."
"My motivation is....."
I put my hand on my heart
"ELEMENTARY SCHOOL GIRLS"
I don't say it shouting, I say it firmly, pointing at his face with my finger, pure sincerity, without a doubt as before, almost an order, almost destiny, without shame or fear of ridicule. And with that I advance with a clean guard, chest exposed, hands open, waiting for if one of those creatures attacks me, to quickly counter-attack, and if they do nothing and I reach my range, land some good blows.
1d100 = 59Now shit dice kek
Dead for I don't know how many days sorry, what a bad way to start a role
>>5970 Amara was the first victim, you would be the first perpetrator. You ran at full speed straight towards that shikigami, the biggest one, much taller than the summoner himself. A massive beast like the trees that must have gone into its making, which also announced death with the skull drawn on its chest.
<Don't forget the rest, you idiot!
The man frowned and did nothing more. The puppet raised its arm with a slight slowness that made it seem almost as if it were heavy to move its own dense body. You didn't slow down, you jumped at full speed. Your diagonal was a rocket-propelled ascent. But the enemy fist didn't stay still, the enormous arm rose, moving a visible wall of air with its wooden knuckles, like a meteor seeking to crush you. Its trajectory was perfect. At first glance, it was going to intercept you, the moment was crucial, you made the planned swift turn to put your leg in attack at that instant. The abrupt movement becoming enough to move you just enough for the fist to pass by.
You feel it well. The wind inches away, it's violent, like a truck passing in front of your face on the highway. Your clothes flutter like a flag. Its attack, longer, also arrives first, and at your back you hear the ground explode and jump like a small grenade.
None of that stopped you. Your foot was tele-guided, straight towards Grandón's head. The sole of your shoe strikes like lightning seeking metal. And the force that seems to know nowhere to go dissipates in a vibration in all directions charged with a deafening noise.
<I want to be a sorcerer! I want to die as one! And I want to bring my clan's name to the top! That's all!
The force finishes transmitting with a violent push. You separate from Grandón with a small jump, while he is pushed several meters, dragging his heels on the ground, his head tilted back, almost falling. Then he brings it forward in a headbutt, standing up. Watching you...
>Mysterious daddy "Is that your answer, you lout?" -he doesn't seem to command the shikigami for a second attack- "Because that's what you'll get."
"But it's not easy. As a sorcerer you will die, but as one you will also live. Your life will be hard."
"If death as a sorcerer is your final wish. Agony will be all you see from now on..."
"If you are ready..."
Grandón walks forward again, a single step that brings him close enough to remind you of his gigantic size.
"You will take one step forward."
There was something different that perhaps you could notice. The puppet doesn't raise its guard. Its enormous arms, which almost touch the ground, remained resting at its sides.
Then I'll pass the turn to the others, I owed this to you kek
>>5978 The mysterious daddy finds you cruel, but in his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, so was the world. A blade scrapes your skin, and more threaten to mutilate you until your body is like a Rubik's cube.
<I won't let that happen... Without my friends dying! kek, is that what he meant? I'll assume it was a "ni" Even if I don't have... This place is beautiful, and it has to stay cute
You declared definitively, and then raised your guard. You activated your cursed energy as your only defense, reinforcing your skin and muscles to withstand the rain of cuts that was coming your way. Iron fell, a scythe, a knife, a trident, and scissors charged with the cursed energy of a professional. You were at a disadvantage...
You felt the wind howl and move as the blades curved their trajectory to stab into four points of your flesh. And then, all movement stopped.
You feel some blows parallel to your lower sides - the stomach area - and two others on both shoulders. The small blizzard of blades that were going to pierce you in an X. And also their cold steel. They touched, barely, your body. The tips pricking weakly against your skin. Which, due to your cursed coating, doesn't hurt, but serves as a warning of what could have been.
>Mysterious daddy "Better is. That answer. Than that of the poor yesterday." - yesterday clearly used as past tense, because you just answered him kek-
Your words were an evolution. From enjoyment to wanting to protect, from observing to vowing. That new focus appeased the blade, but did not move it away completely. One, which was a simple knife, was raised. It orbited your face, directly in front of your face, guaranteeing a new stab depending on your words:
"Are you then decided?, For your life, do you swear to want to be a sorceress?!, Will you not curse your decisions once your life is at risk?!"
And the Viborín puppet's knife advanced towards your face to stab you in the forehead.
"IIH!" As if struck by an icy bolt, Shannon hugged herself, seeking a way to warm up, all without complaint, for it was worth it. "O-Oh my lord, may the a-angels take the doo... doo... door... to... ACHOO!" She tried to continue her prayer, but she was so exaggeratedly dead from the cold that it was her Achilles' heel now.
"Hug? YES! I forgive you, friend!" Shannon extended her arms to the monster approaching her with intentions beyond a simple hug. She smiled, thinking the being understood its mistakes; Shannon had to give it another chance. "Come on! Hehe, this is how the best friends are made, little buddy!" She said, sweating. "F-Friends? GYAAA!" Shannon covered her face while turning her body in the opposite direction. Her shoulders tensed, she knelt. She just realized it wasn't a little buddy. "If I don't say anything, it won't see me." Her muscles relaxed. "ACHOO! ...GUAAA!" She started whimpering. She uncovered her face to observe the deep blackness surrounding her, looking for it to accompany her in her final moments of life. "The light? Did I just... die?" She murmured after appreciating the unexpected illumination of the surroundings. "AAAAAH!" Perplexed, she saw how shards of ice, some light blue and others stained with the ruby color of the monster and its companions, had been shot. Shannon turned again, observing the little girl who, she suspected, was responsible. "Did she save me?" Fascinated, she looked at her. "(Did she save me?!)" Now, with a dull expression, Shannon felt humiliated. Of all the things that could happen, she had to be saved by the crazy little girl who thought she was mature, a ripe fruit.
Nothing was more important than her pride in being the best, the strongest, the smartest. Not even the horrifying screams of the monster, lying bloodied on the ground, distracted her. "Grrr..." Growling like a dog and forgetting about the door, she tried to find an opportunity to show off her skills. "Grrr.... gu...." However, the cold reminded Shannon that she could do little now.
The monster, full of jam from Shannon's perspective, tore off the walls as if they were cookies and then threw them, an act that sparked an idea in the girl. At school, she remembered witnessing several sports, especially one where the bat was the protagonist. "This is my chance!" Motivated by the sudden music, Shannon ignored the cold that threatened her and searched through all the destruction for an iron bar she could use as a bat to prove to the crazy mature girl how capable she was and, incidentally, repel the monster's attacks. If she couldn't find anything, she would freeze all the jam spread on the floor as a replacement, even if it meant literally freezing to death, but with music, anything was possible.
>>5984 The man's aura of mystery does not overwhelm you. He was a professor, you suppose. And his intimidating appearance not only matched his rough temper but also his skill. With a wave of his hands, he summoned five beasts that put you and your massive arms on alert.
Motivation, that was what the master sought. To the point of attacking your companions in search of answers. The idea seemed laughable, almost taken from one of those anime from this country, but you were in the game.
You tensed your muscles. The simple movement of your chocolate bar and biceps reflected in the wind as a weak gust that caught the mysterious daddy's attention. You looked at the puppets, Viborín went for Amara, Iroha himself attacked Grandón.
Towards you walked slow and heavy Gordazo, your woody antithesis. Each step of his made the ground tremble slightly. He was thicker and heavier like a rhinoceros, moving with sumo steps and that dumb face. At first glance, he might not seem like a threat, but your gymbro instincts had already told you upon entering that the vertigo must be well justified.
>Mysterious Daddy <My motivation?
"What moves you! What you fight for! What guided your decision to climb the mountain and become a sorcerer."
<My motivation??....
"WHAT IS IT?!"
<Well...
"WHAT IS IT?!"
<My motivation is.....
"SHOUT IT OUT!"
Your hand hits your chest, sounding like a small drum loudly demanding attention. Gordazo stops his advance, the mysterious Daddy tilts his head forward as if trying to get a better look at the finish line photo of a race. Expectant, by the determination in your eyes and the fire in your soul that is transmitted in your voice like a dragon spitting a flame.
<ELEMENTARY SCHOOL GIRLS
"Wha"
His theatricality drops as he recalculates. Gordazo lunges at you and you completely raise your guard, showing your oiled body shining under the sun. The giant's hand in width comes like a slap from Budai himself, but in a one-on-one, muscles weigh more than fat. The floor cracks from the acceleration you give in a single movement to the right, completely avoiding the swat as if it were slow. Your fists fly in retaliation, before Fatty is even able to retract his extended arm, you land a devastating combo. One, two, three. Your first two blows are swift, aimed at his chest, each with the explosive roar of an elephant falling into the ocean, just to set up the third punch. Your muscles tense violently for the straight, the movement of your flesh reinforcing itself to apply more force is audible, and it sounds like a stone being crushed by a hydraulic press.
Your knuckle returns to its target, like a precise hammer blow to the same nail, you hit the same spot you softened, and the air explodes with the bomb you throw. With the roar, you push the shikigami like a cannonball, which becomes a brown and gray streak from the wind. The other puppets must quickly get out of the way, but the Big Guy remains still, unperturbed, letting the gigantic wooden being pass him like a blizzard before crashing into the rock of the stairs.
(That physical strength... I don't feel any cursed energy... Does he...?)
He thought that, so you couldn't know, but he had noticed kek your lack of cursed energy. The origin of your supernatural strength.
But this was not over. You hear the sound of a drill, and soon, from the dust generated by the powerful collision, a wooden sphere shot out. It was Fatty, who seemed to fly at you, turned into a ball spinning at who knows how many revolutions per second. The wind around him was violent, almost part of him, and it looked sharp. Like Sonic with his spindash, he shoots directly towards you like a guided missile to crush you.
"They will die. You will lose many lives, many of those you start wanting to save. What will you do when you see one of them devoured? Incinerated? When you have to walk through a sea of corpses you couldn't save? Will you keep fighting?!"
Junzō
>>5988 Las pisadas suenan como elefantes en la sabana, con temblor de tambor africano, pero eso no me atemorizaba, solo animaba la llama en mi corazón. Yo veo hacia arriba como la criatura gorda se acerca a mí, la diferencia de tamaños era monstruosa. Sí, mis músculos eran muy grandes y definidos, pero yo seguía teniendo la altura de un Japonés de 15 añitos, pero esa criatura, el reto.... Me llenaba de determinación. Las dos presentaciones del cuerpo en sufrimiento, La musculatura vs El Músculo, consecuentes del esfuerzo del hombre y el amor en su corazón.
"Y no hay motivación más pura, más sincera que la mía"
"Porque es la que me da ahora la fuerza para enfrentarte, aquí, ahora, y siempre"
Yo, sin pelos en la lengua, confieso mi motivación más pura, más sincera del fondo de mi corazón, dejando descolocado al Profesor y siendo atacado, como todas las veces que actúe con sinceridad. Así que, rápidamente con un movimiento de más fuerza que agilidad, esquivo ese ataque. Ese manotazo por su peso dejo expuesto todo su cuerpo, y ahora va a aprender que la fibra pesa más que la grasa. PLAFFFPLAFFFFFFFF los golpes cortan el aire, y los dos puños van y golpean contra su cuerpo grasiento con una explosión.
"No existen motivaciones simples, no existen motivaciones ridículas"
"Solo hombres ridículos con miedo a seguir el camino de su Corazón"
Con gran fuerza había estirado mi puño hacia atrás. Mis pies se clavaron en el suelo como raíces de acero mientras todo mi cuerpo se preparaba para un único instante de violencia absoluta. Los músculos de mis pantorrillas, los gemelos y el sóleo, se tensaron como cuerdas de un arco gigantesco. Los cuádriceps rugieron bajo mi piel, endureciéndose hasta parecer roca. Los isquiotibiales se comprimieron con fuerza brutal y los glúteos impulsaron mis caderas hacia adelante como el pistón de una máquina de guerra.
Parecía una estatua griega. La energía ascendió por mi cuerpo. Los erectores espinales se endurecieron a lo largo de mi espalda mientras el trapecio se contraía con violencia. El dorsal ancho tiró de mis hombros como si quisiera arrancarlos de mis articulaciones. Mi abdomen entero se convirtió en acero. El recto abdominal se contrajo con fuerza, los oblicuos giraron mi torso y el transverso abdominal comprimió mi cintura hasta que parecía una armadura viviente. Entonces comenzó la rotación.
Mi cadera giró.
Mi torso giró.
Mi hombro giró.
El deltoides explotó en tensión mientras el pectoral mayor empujaba el brazo hacia adelante con una potencia monstruosa. El bíceps se tensó un instante para estabilizar el movimiento, pero fue el tríceps quien tomó el control, extendiendo el brazo con una violencia devastadora. Los músculos de mi antebrazo se endurecieron como cables de acero. Los flexores y extensores comprimieron la muñeca hasta volverla una única pieza sólida. Mis dedos se cerraron con tanta fuerza que los nudillos crujieron.
Todo mi cuerpo se había convertido en una sola cadena. Desde la punta de los pies... Hasta la punta de los dedos. Ni un músculo desperdiciaba energía. Ni una fibra dudaba. Entonces mi puño giró. El aire estalló alrededor de los nudillos. Los tendones chirriaron. Los músculos de todo mi cuerpo se contrajeron al mismo tiempo en una explosión coordinada de fuerza. Y en el instante siguiente... Mi puño impactó.
=PLOMMM==
El sonido fue semejante al choque de un ariete contra una muralla. Toda la fuerza acumulada de piernas, cadera, abdomen, espalda, hombro y brazo atravesó la grasa del objetivo de una sola vez, como si una catapulta humana hubiera descargado toda su potencia en un único punto, y se fue a la puta... Pero esto no había terminado
<"Ellas morirán. Perderás muchas vidas, muchas de las que empezarás queriendo salvar. ¿Qué harás cuando veas la una de ellas ser devorada?, ¿Incinerada?, ¿Cuándo tengas que caminar por un mar de cadáveres que no pudiste salvar?, ¡¿Seguirás luchando?!"
Yo me quedo en silencio, lo observo y titubeo un poco, y, con un suspiro saco un pedazo de tela de mi bolsillo... Una pequeña braguita de osito, un recordatorio de mi falla, de mi debilidad, de mi perdida, de que tenía... NO. un recordatorio de que DEBÍA ser más fuerte. La lástima se dibuja en mis ojos, pero también ¿una sonrisa?. Las vuelvo a guardar, y me cruzo de brazos, respondiendo con sinceridad, y firmeza.
"¿Morirán?"
"Sí."
"¿No podré salvar a todas?"
''No."
"¿Voy a ver niñas llorar, sufrir, desaparecer delante de mí?"
"No lucho porque crea que puedo salvarlas a todas."
"Lucho porque cada una vale la pena."
"Porque cuando una niña llora, quiero que alguien acuda."
"Porque cuando tiene miedo, quiero que alguien la proteja."
"Porque cuando el mundo le dice que está sola..."
"... Quiero ser la prueba de que no lo está."
Sonrío con absoluta sinceridad.
"Así que sí."
"Caminaré sobre montañas de cadáveres."
"Lloraré por los que no pude salvar."
"Llevaré sus nombres conmigo."
"Y seguiré luchando."
"No porque sea fuerte."
"No porque vaya a ganar."
"Sino porque ellas siguen existiendo."
"Mientras quede una sola niña que necesite ayuda..."
Doy un paso al frente.
"Mi cuerpo seguirá levantándose."
"...."
"¡Si cien caen, salvaré a la número ciento uno!"
"¡Si mil mueren, protegeré a la siguiente niña que respire!"
"¡Si mis huesos se rompen, lucharé con los músculos!"
"¡Si mis músculos se desgarran, lucharé con mis órganos!"
"¡Y si mi corazón deja de latir... entonces lucharé con mi alma!"
"¡Porque el amor no es una recompensa por la victoria!"
"¡Es la razón por la que uno se levanta después de cada derrota!"
"¡ASÍ QUE TRAE TODA LA DESESPERACIÓN QUE QUIERAS!"
"Yo seguiré corriendo hacia las niñas que necesiten ser abrazadas"
Entonces, veo como la Gordoza criatura salió despedida de entre la nube de polvo como un meteorito viviente. Su cuerpo giraba a una velocidad absurda. Una. Diez. Cien. Miles de revoluciones. Ya no parecía madera. Ya no parecía una bestia. Y venía directamente hacia mí como un cohete, como una sentencia de muerte.
Cualquier persona razonable habría esquivado, cualquier guerrero sensato habría bloqueado, cualquier estratega habría buscado una ventaja... Pero yo no era ninguna de esas cosas.
"(¿Un cabezazo?)"
Esa idea cruzo por mi mente, y mis ojos permanecieron abiertos.
"(Sí.)"
Era una estupidez, una absoluta y colosal estupidez, una idea tan ridícula que haría llorar a cualquier maestro marcial. Pero el amor jamás había sido una fuerza razonable. El amor corre hacia el peligro, el amor se interpone, El amor avanza cuando todos retroceden, Y yo... Yo era fuerte gracias a eso.
Mis pies se hundieron en la tierra, los músculos de las plantas de mis pies se comprimieron, los gemelos y el sóleo se endurecieron hasta parecer acero fundido, los cuádriceps se tensaron, los isquiotibiales se contrajeron, los glúteos se comprimieron como pistones gigantes, mi cuerpo entero descendió apenas unos centímetros.
Una postura simple, una postura absurda, una postura imposible, los erectores espinales recorrieron mi espalda como cables de acero, el dorsal ancho se tensó, el trapecio se elevó, los romboides estabilizaron los hombros, mi abdomen entero se convirtió en una fortaleza, el recto abdominal se endureció, los oblicuos bloquearon cualquier movimiento innecesario, el transverso abdominal comprimió mi torso hasta volverlo una única pieza sólida.
No habría dispersión, no habría pérdida, toda la fuerza del cuerpo sería enviada a un único punto. Mi cuello se preparó, el esternocleidomastoideo se contrajo, los escalenos se endurecieron, los músculos profundos cervicales bloquearon cada vértebra, los músculos suboccipitales fijaron la posición de mi cabeza, la mandíbula se cerró, los maseteros se tensaron, los temporales se endurecieron, cada músculo desde mis pies hasta mi frente se alineó, la criatura estaba cada vez más cerca, el rugido del aire era ensordecedor, la tierra temblaba, las rocas saltaban, la presión del viento golpeaba mi rostro.
"...."
Dude, dude por un instante... Tenía miedo, algo, no iba a mentir...
''Y entonces...
Di un paso.
Solo uno.
Los gemelos explotaron en potencia. Los cuádriceps empujaron, las caderas avanzaron, la espalda transmitió la fuerza, el abdomen la concentró, el cuello la sostuvo, y mi cabeza salió disparada hacia adelante.
No como una persona dando un cabezazo.
No.
Como un ariete, como una montaña decidiendo moverse, como la respuesta de toda mi existencia a aquella fuerza que pretendía aplastarlo todo. Mi frente apuntó directamente al centro de aquella masa giratoria, los músculos de mi cuello se endurecieron hasta el límite, las vértebras quedaron alineadas, mi cuerpo entero quedó detrás de ese único punto, mi un gramo de fuerza se desperdició.
Ni una sola fibra retrocedió.
Y mientras aquella monstruosidad se precipitaba hacia mí con toda la violencia de la destrucción...
Sonreí.
Si, tenía miedo, Como tenía miedo a las burlas, como tenía miedo a mis gustos, como tenía miedo a los adultos, a mi futuro, como tenía mido a la vida, y como le tenía miedo a la muerte, vivía y vivo con miedo, miedo al conflicto, miedo al que pasaría, miedo a ser yo mismo... Pero.... ¿sabes una cosa?, eso a mí,nunca me había detenido
>>5986 La vibora estaba rompiendo los atuendos que Amara rescató de su clan, tan pulcros, puros y de tal blanco al que se le negó en el momento de su nacimiento. Que presión, y que dolor, aunque no pueda sentirlo, Amara se encoge como si pudiera sentirlo. Qué peluche tan malvado, era completamente distinto al mono con el que se topó hace rato. Amara negaba con la cabeza al ver las amenazas y escucharlo hacer su sonido de cascabel. Amara intenta atrapar la cabeza de la víbora en cuanto hace su tijera X, pero falla.
"¿Quien es ayer, y por qué es tan pobre? Usted habla como si todo le fuera lejano." Le dice al papu misterioso, aunque claramente no es momento de una conversación.
Amara gira en su posición, de forma que pueda moverse, por lo menos hacia un lado fuera del agarre de la vibora, aunque no pueda salir del todo. Ella utiliza su energía maldita, sobre la aguja que ya había sacado para reventar las burbujas en los pechos de Yumi y los músculos de Junzo. Lo hace aplicando su técnica ritual en este objeto no tan íntimo pero que igual le pertenece. Aplicando cera en uno de sus bordes para que quede grabado con "Repeler" Y le pique el cuello a la serpiente, para poder salir. Sí, cuello
"¡No me intimida su cultura! Si tengo que luchar contra maldiciones para proteger lo que quiero proteger, está bien... Lo juro." La cultura de la hechicería de Tokio era particular. Amara esperaba solo prometer y comprometerse en matrimonio, pero ahora le hacen jurar por su vida, eso le causa enojo. "¡Lo jure! ¡Ya lo hice! ¿O que más quieres de mí? Viejo chinchin"
hola
>>5962 >Simio sorprendido por extraña sensacion.
>Simio sorprendido por ver hombre muy alto.
>Simio observa atentamente a hombre muy alto.
>Simio no entender por que hombre muy alto ver feo a una de las chicas.
>Simio asentir.
"Mamá dice que nací para ser hechicero."
>Simio no juzgar forma rara de hablar de hombre muy alto.
>Simio imitar la forma de persignar del hombre muy alto por que pensar que es algo de buena suerte.
>Simio sorprenderse al ver a esos 5 seres pero no sentirse intimidado o con miedo.
"¿Motivacion?"
>Simo guardar silencio y pensar.
>Simio pensar y pensar.
>Simio mira al suelo y luego al cielo pensando.
>Simio desviar la mirada por un momento a las marionetas para ver si tiene que contraatacar o no.
>Simio sentir tension pero aun asi dar un paso al frente para soltar su motivacion sin pena.
"Quiero ser aceptado y querido."
>Simio asiente.
>Simio no saber si su motivacion ser buena pero al menos es genuina y sincera.
"Eso, quiero que me acepten, volverme en un hechicero respetado me ayudara a ya no ser visto como un bicho raro o una abominacion de la naturaleza, ademas me gustaria aportar algo al mundo de la hechiceria, algo por lo que se me pueda recordar, no como un simio, sino como Antonio Morales el hechiero... Tambien quiero una novia... Pero no una niña de primaria como la del chico cavernícola... No me gustan menores a mi... No señor."
>Simio tratar de sonreir al escuchar la palabra lindo.
"Eres agradable, prima ¿Como te llamas? Yo Tony."
>>5970 >Simio escuchar motivacion de moreno con cara seria.
>Simio pensar en voz alta.
"El clan de mamá nunca quiso relacionarse con ella luego de mi nacimiento... No se ni de que clan soy..."
>>5984 "Mas seguro que la evolucion, amigo carvernario, espero podamos ser buenos compañeros y pasar grandiosos momentos juntos, claro, todo menos ir a una guarderia o primaria, no comparto tus gustos pero los respeto."
>Simio asiente.
>Simio sonrie
>Simio feliz
"Larga vida y prosperidad"
>Simio imitar nuevamente el saludo extraño con mi mano.
>Simio tener nuevo amigo.
>Simio feliz.
"I don't know anything about you, other than your name. What kind of friendship would that be?" He replies indifferently. "You would become friends with any scoundrel. You need better standards!"
It seemed obvious to him, it takes much more than having existed in the same space to call yourselves friends.
Would you be willing to die for him?
Would you be willing to cut off his head after he commits Harakiri?
Would you be willing to spend 10 days with him in a trench, exchanging childhood stories while dying from your wounds?
"I have reasonable standards, but still only two people in my life have met the requirements. Friendships aren't as simple as you think."
It seemed more like his concept of friendship was simply at the opposite extreme. The autist clearly didn't have a healthy social life.
>So...? Do you want to be my enemy....?
"You couldn't be."
She's not an enemy of his clan, nor the stylist who cut his bangs too short that one time.
He had no friends or enemies. So what the hell did he do in his free time?
>>5984 >I do Judo with Ssireum and some Sumo, since they have good exercises.... although I would like to do Bökh
(That explains the muscles... This guy must be a beast...)
>The armor of Kempo and Kenjutsu doesn't fit me
"I doubt you have the agility, to begin with. A heavy weapon would suit you better, with a kanabo you would be the spitting image of an Oni."
And he would have enough reach to give someone with a sword trouble, too. That was already fantasizing.
>And you? I see you came climbing this hill, you must train something, it shows on your face
"Kenjutsu. I use a variety of styles. But my specialty is Itto-ryu. I can use my hands too, but I prefer not to say much..." What a bastard. He got all the information out of me just to reveal nothing himself.
(I'm interested in this guy... I'll hold back... I bet an opportunity to fight him will come up...)
>>5985 The shikigami's fist struck like a meteor, but it was useless if its only victim was the air. Agility made the difference, his movements allowed him to evade the sudden attack and connect with his kick, separating them both with a violent shove.
>Is that your answer, you lout?
"Without a doubt in my mind, you oaf!" He slides his thumb under his nose before adopting a combat stance. His specialty was the sword, but he comes from Okinawa, learning Karate is mandatory.
>you will have that. >But it is not easy. As a sorcerer you will die, but as one you will also live. Your life, hard it will be.
(It doesn't matter what the old man says... Eyes on the Shikigami.)
His concentration doesn't waver for a second, Grandon had the attention of his eyes, ears, arms, and legs.
>If ready you are... >A step forward you will take.
(He's planning something...)
Perhaps. For Iroha, flowery language should always be taken literally.
The Shikigami stops, both arms at its sides, practically resting. In combat, even an action as mundane as this had meaning, or rather, especially mundane actions like this.
(His stance reminds me of tachū-gwaa...)
It wasn't a stance of defense, defense and counter-attack, or attack with defensive options, but a stance of attack and defense in the same movement. The most natural stance for a bipedal being, with perfect balance and mobility, offensive options weren't as decisive, but if you had the technique, you practically guaranteed a hit in any direction. And for an unwary fighter, seeing your opponent simply stand in front of you was irresistible. It could be a coincidence, since in the end it boiled down to standing still with arms at the side, but if that was the way this shikigami fought, this stance would be a logical conclusion.
(One step forward... He's waiting for an attack. I already realized it before, he doesn't block my kick, he throws a punch immediately...)
The Shikigami was going to attack as soon as it was within reach, that's obvious. But the question is, what kind of attack will it use? Another punch? It doesn't seem good with kicks, but it could have a hidden technique.
He thought about using his own technique, but he reconsidered that this was, above all, a test.
What quality would be more valuable to demonstrate? His ability to survive, plan, and win? Or his bravery?
"...."
Nah, it had to be tenacity.
He said he would die for this. He had to prove it, not out of bravery, but because those were his conditions.
"SHYEAAAAAAAAAA!!!" jobber scream
Iroha sprints straight into the trap, betting on victory instead of securing it. But that didn't matter, because...
The kiri-otoshi ensures the opponent's death.
A fundamental technique for Kenjutsu masters; Don't attack the opponent, attack their sword. Their soul will follow. That was the kiri-otoshi.
A cut in the direction the opponent was about to attack would deflect their attack, also creating a tilt in the sword which, by sliding your blade over it, you would use to redirect your cut to the victim's body. The combination of attack and defense made it one of the "invincible" sword techniques.
It was no different from what he expected from the Shikigami, an interception using an attack, but in a fight like this, the one who jumps into the attack had the disadvantage. Not only that, but the difference in strength and size was remarkable.
He would attack from the front like a train. He assumes Grandon will do the same, betting that he will use a straight punch that takes advantage of Iroha's trajectory.
In any case, as soon as he was at the same distance as before, he would jump similarly to when he threw his kick. This time, Grandon had the cards in hand, he had the time, the experience, and the reactions to attack the exact spot and prevent the previous situation. Iroha didn't plan to dodge or use moves that would conveniently save him, he wanted the blow to come in his direction, and then make a downward cut to deflect the attack.
But... A downward cut? With what sword?
If you ask yourself that, you clearly didn't have a normal childhood, where you put both hands together to pretend you had a lightsaber during recess.
Well, some believe that a sword is a simple weapon, but no... It is a proclamation of the heart... BOOOOOOOOOOO
He would clench both fists firmly, as if he had a sword forged by Masamune himself. He would raise them above his head, and both fists would descend in the direction of Grandon's single attack, which would come towards his head, deflecting it downwards, and propelling him through the air towards the Shikigami. Then his two fists would become two palms, a double Shuto-uchi, with all his cursed energy, with the sole purpose of cutting Grandon in two.
He had nothing planned for any other attack.
"BANZAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII!"
After all, dying was the purpose.
1d100 = 15
I feel like I'm overestimating Grandon's size. I imagine him with meter-long arms and the size of a tree kek
>>5979 >>5980 >>5981 >>5987 >>5994 https://youtu.be/FjxgTaTE14k?si=meW9tpaBXossEL7W▶bruh The song changed, a kind of mechanical foreign rhythm, but what didn't change was that surge of energy that accompanied it. Those who understood it could be infected with the loss of fear of death that permeated the lyrics. Dante was the ultimate proof, fluent in Japanese and Spanish, he was once again the first to act upon seeing the artificial avalanche Tren was creating.
He advanced against the curse in his second reckless move of the day. It was like camera flashes, a flash, a dash. The distance shortened in zigzag impulses that made every stone that grazed him impact only with a clone that had already disappeared. He dodged three stones like this without problems when the curse entered a desperate frenzy. Its stentorian roars reverberated throughout the tunnel as its arms accelerated the launch of debris.
Dante dodged another stone, but another was already waiting for him. It was, to put it mildly, like switching train tracks only to see another locomotive centimeters away from hitting you. The detective reacted on pure instinct with his refined perception, a clone pushed him to the side, just enough to dodge that unusually large piece of debris... And it wasn't enough.
The touch was superficial. The stone hit the student's arm. It was like miscalculating a doorway and hitting the frame with your arm, but in this case, the wall was coming at you. Dante felt a sharp pain in his bicep, and the sleeve of his clothes was ripped off, leaving only a bruised scrape on his skin as a trace.
The rock exploded on the ground next to him, but neither the blow received nor the subsequent explosion were that significant. The other rock he noticed then, however, was already coming to hit him head-on.
...meanwhile, Shannon, powered by gamer trap music, saw her small arms harden as if charged with cursed energy. And, as if that activated her tiny brain too, the hamster on the wheel suggested she use her muscles.
She ran, the train must have some object. Something that would give her an advantage. She thought of the obvious when fighting: baseball. The soul of bancho evoked through the lyrics of the villa required a bat. And although options were limited in a train car, few things would be more similar than the pole people grab onto when they don't have a seat - which is almost never in our beloved Japan -
Shannon clung to the metal. Her hands crushed the pole so easily that if it hadn't creaked like iron, she might have thought it was made of cardboard. It only took a tug to rip it from its place like a curtain and run out for a home run.
First base, second, and third. Shannon was surprised by the new speed her little feet gave her. A stone exploded next to her. That was a strike, and she went for the nearest new one.
She ended up accompanying Dante, who was about to be hit. Raising her weapon with both hands, the girl swung her bat. The sound of the swing was like a Formula 1, and the collision was like a single jackhammer blow amplified through a megaphone. The stone stopped dead, and Shannon felt the vibration travel up her arms, an intense tingling that made her tremble.
Now she was in a struggle, in that short instant turned into a clash of forces, she experienced trying to stop a bowling ball in mid-air with the base of a pencil. She had the strength, but the impact area of her weapon was much smaller than the debris she was fighting. In that instant, she had to give her all, every gram of her being, even denting the handle of her weapon more. Force. FORCE. assume here I tell you about the +10 kek And with his whole being screaming 'forward!' his arms finished the movement violently. The stone was propelled like a rocket, and the tube split in half. The debris snapped like a whip as it doubled its speed and hit Tren directly, exploding into a thousand pieces and tearing him from the ground, halting his attack and leaving him defenseless.
However, he had already thrown an impressive amount of rocks. For one that Shannon repelled, now both she and Dante had an improbable wall of danmaku looming over them and no bat for another home run.
When the situation seemed to get tense, Takahiro unleashed his cursed technique mememagic showing his potentialman
He summoned two spheres. Small, he thought. Like an orange. But that melody made the spheres fly from his hands like a pair of volleyballs. The repel soon took effect, the wall of rocks thrown almost at the same time in a barrage did not stop. It was more as if the speed they had gained had instantly reversed. Dante and Shannon saw the stones being thrown back at the curse, accelerating in the air itself as if turned into military jets.
The curse had no chance. In the air and against the storm of rocket-propelled stones, in an instant it received a rain of brutal impacts. One rock, it spun in place like a top, another, it was pushed backward, and then a dozen more avenging Dante collided with its limbs like air explosions worthy of a jet. Tren's arms and legs were torn off in the assault. The last stone hit him squarely in the stomach, exploding and sending him flying through the air forward, towards the tunnel exit.
Amy, in the heat of battle, was then infected by the fire. Combat filled her veins, and the questions of why or how her muscles strengthened she would answer only with punches. Her sleeves rolled up, and although her arms were as thin as ever, the energy that filled them compensated for more than a hundred kilos of steroids.
She went out, with everything, stealing Usain Bolt's speed record to hunt the curse that was flying outwards. Dante seemed to reactivate, and accompanied her to continue with his idea. Amy was the first to cut off the monster's escape. Taekwondo, it ran through her veins more than her mind, her learning was by pure observation, the kicks she performed were surprising, and even if the technique escaped her, she was going to give them with all her spirit.
The dwarf sorceress jumped, she was her own bow and became the arrow, with one leg extended, she turned her whole body and her foot cut through the wind to break it and impact hard and deep into the curse.
The clash was deafening, her small instep carried the concentrated force of a truck at full speed. Dark blood flew everywhere, like the echo that hit every wall of the tunnel before launching Tren to the opposite side of the kick like a ball. But Dante was the goalkeeper. He flew, a jump, propelled perhaps by his cursed technique at full speed.
Amy did not stay behind. In a violent 180-degree turn, she prepared another kick to accompany Dante. And then, as fast as the Argentine rose, both brought fist and foot down on Tren.
BOOOMdeserved a boom kek
The duo crushed Tren's head until it sank into his body. A cascade of blood escaped from his mouth in the instant before falling to the ground like lightning, exploding like a blood piñata that paints the walls and ceiling of the tunnel only for those who can see them.
... they had exorcised the curse
1/2 you can interact while I send the 2 which might be later kek
>>6508 KYOTO GENERAL TURN The team won, the family silence won. But after the exorcism, they were still stranded in the middle of nowhere.
Such seemed to be the situation, but the unease lasted little. As if it had waited for the curse's death, after a few moments, there was a hum, and with it the light inside the carriage reactivated, inviting them back.
Those who returned to the carriage instead of rejecting society and becoming the new Tarzan to wander the untrodden landscapes of Japan which I allow you, it's a free role kek would hear the metallic snort of the shinkansen's wheels reactivating before starting to move.
The broken tracks, which could have been a concern for some, were crossed as if they had never lost the ability to fulfill their purpose. And the journey continued without further incident.
Through the windows they saw mountains and clouds pass by. The city they left was far behind, and the traces of civilization began to become simpler and more traditional. Buildings were replaced by pagodas, and the occasional tree from the big cities here had been cloned to have at least one every 5 steps.
And that soon became every two, and one step. The observers noticed how the train, somehow, had not turned as a rail indicated and had entered a forest as dense as cement soup. The carriage seemed to follow a perfect path traced between the trees that took them deeper and deeper into the gigantic forest on the outskirts of everything.
At one point, they felt something. It was as if they had passed through a wall made of aluminum through a small gap in the middle, which offered slight resistance, and caused a sensation on the skin like any shiver.
Perhaps that resistance was too much for the carriage, because not much passed between that unpleasant tickle and a new blackout. The speed gradually reduced, as if someone had found the non-existent brake. The machine stopped completely. And that journey full of the questions that discovering everyone in the carriage was a sorcerer could have caused ended along with the train's energy, whose light went out again.
Outside was a structure in the middle of nowhere. Looking closely, it was a huge arched gate. Topped beyond stairs tall enough for the walls to block the view of what lay beyond. Luckily, there was no need to walk another step. Because someone was already here. A hunched-over man, for whom the word 'ancient' was an understatement. He wore a traditional suit that the most disrespectful might swear was from his own era, and sported a beard as long as the sadness that seemed intrinsically etched onto his face. His cane guided him towards you, and his voice, as dry as his skin, addressed YOU.
>Old Man "Good morning." -first off- "My name is Gakuganji Yoshinobu... I am the director of this institution." -and he got straight to the introductions- "My obligations as a big shot kek that's what the Netflix subtitles call him mean my time with you will be brief... but I felt it was my duty to congratulate you on your first test..." -Test? Those with sharp minds might connect the dots, i.e. Shannon no- "congratulations... on your first exorcism, and welcome to the Kyoto Jujutsu High School... First-year students."
As he spoke, a woman came running down the stairs with that haste we have when we're late. Dressed as a proper miko priestess. The woman stopped next to the director and struck a pose, with her hand, lowering only her ring finger and pointing her hand diagonally downwards next to her face.
>Chick "What's up?"
Next to the old man, judging by eye, she was the same height. Too bad for her, given how hunched over the old man was. He looked at her, his eyes shadowed by wrinkles not allowing his expression to be deciphered, but they were enough for the girl to straighten up and put on a more serious face. Difficult with that naturally comical face she possessed.
"That is to say... Good morning, students."
The director looked back at you without changing his expression, almost forgetting that little scene had happened.
>Director Gakuganji "She will be your professor. She will be in charge of turning you into jujutsu sorcerers worthy of Kyoto High."
>Chick who turned out to be the teacher "Moco." -she bowed- "Moco Mio. A pleasure to meet you."
She straightened up and gave you a friendly smile.
"Why don't we start with an icebreaker? You can introduce yourselves too!"
Moco was from the new school of thought, the one where constructivism reigns. She thus made use of a classic dynamic of said style to start a good academic year. The director shook his head in disapproval, but didn't block the idea outright. Getting to know the students' names, at least, would be useful. But after that, a certain matter needed to be urgently addressed.
>After exterminating the Curse, Ramms would only stop the song, letting out a sigh as he turned off the speaker.
That was good, guys, what did you think of the atmosphere?~
>A notable smile of satisfaction would be seen on his face, he had really enjoyed seeing how they annihilated the curse, while also seeing his companions' techniques and how they interacted with each other, something that thanks to that and other things, he decided to stay on the train, admiring the scenery that surrounded it.
Wow... These lands are truly beautiful... It wouldn't be bad to retire at 70 and live in peace in these mountains... That will be my destiny, the rest will be decided by myself: A daughter, a son, a dog or a cat, with or without company, cabin or cave, Mountain Sage or Playboy Lumberjack...
>Thus, Ramms would reflect throughout the journey while he could see how little by little the trees engulfed the landscape, to the point where upon arrival he was startled by the chill produced by the "resistance."
Huh? We arrived so quickly?...
>He would exclaim as he got off the carriage and saw the old man who received them, listening with some confusion and recognition to his speech, ending up pointing at him with one of his black fingernails when he finished,
I knew it... A musician like us isn't that hard to identify, and even less so if the "Alte Kerlen" had already told me about someone similar to me.
>Personally, the young man would approach to extend his hand, looking to greet/high-five what from his perspective seemed to be someone from the old school, or so it would be until he saw how they were interrupted by what seemed to be the cousin of his blue-haired companion.
Huh? Our teacher?... Well, I guess Japan is really full of surprises... Anyway
>The same metalhead would stretch, taking a lollipop from his pants and putting it in his mouth before introducing himself.
My name is Rammstein, a sorcery student from Greater Germany, a pleasure to meet you~
:- HA, HA, HA! As if that would happen. Do you think I'm a good-for-nothing like you who doesn't know... DODGE!!
His laughter escapes thunderously at his companion's delusions. He must have been hit hard for him to truly believe he was helpful. A prodigy like Takahiro could have dealt with the curse by himself without any problem. While laughing at the clown's jokes, he couldn't help but pay attention to him. Seeing then how his habit of not dodging reached such absurd levels that he was forced to yell at him to get out of the way.
:- AaAagGhH I can't believe it, what pathetic sorcery level you all have. You're lucky I'm here or you'd all be dead by now.
Letting out an exasperated groan, Takahiro moved forward with his two spheres following him. One by one, the debris heading towards Dante and Shannon were repelled thanks to his cursed technique. They might have been saved from the train's attacks, but now they had to endure something worse, Takahiro and his superiority complex.
:- What a vulgar way to fight, a desperate attack from all of you. Oh well, take it out on me all you want, I guess it's all you have left to do, insects like you.
Having saved two of his companions, he then saw a third one pounce on the already defeated curse. The other two followed, hitting them all in unison while Takahiro just watched from afar. Joining in such a vile activity is beneath him, he prefers to return to the train.
:- And where did you come from? Were you trembling with fear under your seat like a baby? In that case, you'll be happy to know that it's already been defeated, you're welcome.
Upon returning to his seat, he encounters a fifth person he doesn't remember seeing before. He quickly assumes he's a coward and mocks him. Only to the next second to praise himself as if he were the only one who fought the curse.
The energy had returned to the train, but it still had no driver or any other cars. Takahiro still needed someone to complain to, and he couldn't think of a better way to find that person than to stay on the train. Once it reached its destination, whatever it may be, he could waste saliva to his heart's content to complain to the owner of such a peculiar car. Thus, he remained glued to his seat. Paying little to no attention to the scenery around him, as well as the rest of his companions.
:- Brief... Yes, I have no doubt that your time in this life will be brief. So, while you still have functional ears, I want you to listen to me. Do you really call that a trial? Yes, it may be that for me defeating such a low-level curse was no big deal, but have you seen the faces of the rest. Once the train stopped, Takahiro once again forced his way through with the same violent method as before. Having "opened" his own door, he dramatically jumped out and looked around. An old man, the person behind this was an old man, and Takahiro had no problem emphasizing it to him. He was ready to fight him until he heard it was his professor. Then changing his focus from fighting to just complaining. Starting with the most important thing, the low quality of what he considers students.
:- To start, how low has the level of modern sorcerers fallen for you to consider bringing two preschool students here
:- You know what? Forget it, the answer to that question is over there. Just look at all the injuries >>5981 received for not knowing how to dodge. I'm an understanding person, I know not everyone can be as good as me, so let's say he gets a pass for being his first time. I can understand you saying that, however I would really like to know your answer for accepting a good-for-nothing who did nothing but tremble >>5994
Leaving the girls aside, Takahiro moves on to focus on his male peers. With whom he is much more severe in his criticisms.
:- Professor? Listen, I'm starting to get tired of your jokes. I came here because this is supposed to be the home of geniuses and prodigies like me. However, all I've seen is a bunch of clowns. If this is a school for jesters, then I apologize, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case. So, "dear professor," could you explain to me what all these tasteless jokes are about?
Disgusted, his face contorted to show nothing but disgust. Ever since this morning began, he had to endure more than one thing capable of bringing him to that emotion. First, the train was delayed, second, he had to deal with a curse, third, it was entirely up to him to resolve that situation, fourth, he encountered an old man too senile to know who he approves of. He can tolerate small inconveniences like that to a certain extent. However, he's had more than enough to play patient and cordial. Especially when they insist on constantly mocking him with tasteless jokes like saying a little girl will be his professor. Crouching down to her height, Takahiro looked her in the eyes with an annoyed expression and demanded answers.
:- Name... Yes, of course, saying that is the least I can do for people like you. Listen everyone, and listen well, My name is Takahiro Nishimura!! You better not forget it because soon it will be the name of the person who will be at the pinnacle of sorcery.
>>6508 >>6638 >that battle was intense >I took several hits, but that guy and I managed to defeat that curse
hey...not bad
>I try to fist bump that guy Dante >although I feel like after this I'll have to take a nap as soon as we get another means of transportation
...
>when I wake up, we've already arrived at our destination >an old man greets us and congratulates us on the exorcism >it seems it was a test...
so we passed
>then the one who seems like she'll be our teacher comes down >it seems she uses more modern teaching methods >I think I can take advantage of her >but first I must introduce myself
my name is Amy Anderson, I'm 15 years old although I look 7 years younger... let's just say puberty wasn't very kind to me.
>why did I say that?
and...uhm...before coming here I studied at MIT, maybe you've heard of that institution. And well...uh...I guess we can be friends.
>I'm not very good at introducing myself.
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