Satoko flung me off to the side as we tumbled backwards, before a stack of dicing diamond whizzing to rend through us came zipping past. They flew into a small store behind, sounds of racking through metal and rupturing of flesh emitted from the building. My heart raced at the thought of what I heared. Unlike me Smith cared not a bit. He came crashing down from nowhere, as I rolled on the ground to dodge, morphing into a backwards barrel to stand and narrowly dodge his swing arm. I grab his arm and spin under and round. Standing back to back, I caught my breath before swinging in a 180 right hook.
My hit rung as a quizzical jingle, as my fist contact his side an ace of clovers popped breifly following the sound. A jostle of organs, as I took a blow to the abdomen. A blur of movement and my cheeks were cleaved by the corners of more cards. I tried to steady my vision to regain a sense of familirity to the bloodshot murals of red, black and grey. Though in vain, Smith sent me furhter backwards from god knows what attack. All I knew is that it hit like a truck. Much like the one I tumbled into. Contorting the branded side as if it were flaccid.
I cried out in silence as a card sunk into my right shoulder, ornamented red as my life juice oozed out. Forcefully, I tumble away as more projectiles were sent my way. I took cover behinf the truck, it seemed more stable than the bus stop. Where was Satoko?
I regained by bearings and even my vision. First I tried my copy of limitless now I had to try something else. Technique two.
On activation, I grip the truck with my right and spin into the air. Up and over crashing down on Smith, who was just about the advance unto me himself. A left-hook crashed down. Smith would notice the extra sturdiness. Furthermore, that I was attacking with my injured right. The right arm in question knocked him heavy. Sighting the oppurtunity I took a step back aiming for his left torso.
"Hey Notoroshi" Gojo said with too much lightness to be considered serious though it was. He was holding me by the collar like a lost child.
"Y-yeah?" He had replied looking nervous but seemed to have something to prove as he straintened out.
"As the heir to the Kamo clan, I have a job for you" In saying this Gojo tossed me to Notoroshi's way. "Show him the basics of your technique"
Time slowed yet the trickle from the seam on my shoulder quickened and flowed down my hand. Tendrils of blood seaped into one stream and eventually floating and morphing. Swirling, churning, beating expressing finally into an orb of scarlet gruel. The birth of the sphere glorious and smooth for my palms to slam together roughly with tremendous firm.
Notoroshi Kamo's technique, the heridetary technique of the Kamo clan.
Pressure built up at once between my hands and finally, pierced out in swift flush. An arrow of piercing death or rather...blood. Smith's card came up quickly, but the streak carried on piercing his defenses sinking through his well fashioned apparel, past the shirt, thrashing and scouring through his flesh in damned hydraulic action.
Fortunately, Smith dodged the total fatality. The comical hole only hung at the center of his chest, missing the heart. But still disoriented I charged forward with my left. A sudden lift, exasperation. I held back on my flow of curse energy just a tad, not on purpose but an unknown reflex. Dilating pupils, boosted heart, annoyance coming into fruition crawling out from the depths of black fury and red rage.
"Black Flash"
In an instance my first cackled a fissure or black emanating visually from my thrust. Smith's eyes rolled up, blood spraying in the nights air. It all felt too easy, techniques, curse energy. All of it simple like I was born with it. That's how I knew Satoko was in a same state, her kick smashing Smith back towards me in similar fashion of a black flash.
From both sides we torked at Smith as he fell to his knees...
The ground glew a blinding white. A joker card cascaded and flooded the whole block in its wake.
Smith started to mutter. "Ultimate Technique: Hurricane Harley"
From the ground erupted armies of bloodthristy cards which once missed a target spun back to seek flash once more in a torrent of bling flurry and chaos. Smith rode a steady stream upwards as the barrage hacked at me and Satoko. The scouring devils carried us upawards, some cuttings taken off in the process. Satoko much more agile use the trail to manouver heself to a bulding that stood the test of time better than us. Too busy hardenug my body in eveyway possible I relented my energy to personal protection. The wave of cards carried on, but my consiousness wasn't.
In haste, Satoko found my hand.
"Come on not yet, hang on" She said feebily, she was cut up all over, but was still standing.
From somewhere, Smith cackled weakly. "That was a nice game, children. Unfortunately that's the end especially for you Y/n Okitawa."
A question finally occured to me, Why did so many people know my name?
The last though on my mind as temporary death clinged, black clogged my vision. And my fingers slipped from hers, Satoko's hand. Back into the tempest, I faded. Physically, mentally. I failed my first mission.
A/n - Yo guys, I tried putting effort in my description in this chapter. As said before this is my first serious peice so really really thanks for reading. Hope for more chapters soon and peace out. ✌😭
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ActionY/N Okimoto is an orphaned child who is the descendant of a forgotten clan of sorcerers. Living a usually depressing and average life as a high schooler. Except he was born with the ability to see unsees monsters and head noises that fell only to de...
