Son of Jashin (Naruto/Percy Jackson)

Chapter 8: The Deeply Hidden Inner Turmoil

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Percy hummed a little tune to herself as she played with her scalpel. Her right hand was grasped firmly in Zoё's left, the Huntress wishing to avoid another search mission. However, there was a frightened glint in her eyes. Percy knew why that was: Zoё got too close. Too close to the ritual.

See, when Percy was performing her ritual (not a sacrifice), her chakra spread from her body in a barrier than encompassed a certain area. Anyone inside this barrier would suffer whatever pain Percy inflicted upon herself. When performing her ritual, Percy didn't have to sacrifice any of her own souls to heal herself, her body simply regenerating after the ritual was over. However, the barrier had a tertiary effect too. Once initiated, there was no stopping it, and anything that entered the chakra field would see horrible things.

Percy was aware of Zoё's intrusion, and quickly vacated the restroom before Nightshade could see her (Percy's) naked, bloody, lacerated body. Still, the daughter of Jashin didn't know what Zoё had seen, during her intrusion but it must have been bad, to get the Lieutenant of Artemis to look so shaken.

Moon-Moon was walking beside Percy, occasionally licking the girl's face which elicited a giggle.

The quest was following Grover, or rather, the quest was following Grover's nose. The satyr insisted that Artemis had been here, and that he was tracking the scent. While the Greeks were beginning to become dubious, Clair and Percy were far more interested in what was going on elsewhere.

A single powerful individual, at least an eighth as strong as either Jashin or Amaterasu, was surrounded by several far-weaker individuals. Both Shinto demigods were literally dying to go find out what was happening. However, something big and loud was currently making its way for them.

"Look, Mommy! Kitty!"

The few mortals that were present screamed loudly and scrambled away as a lion the size of a truck came barreling into the museum. The lion quickly sprinted through the spacious area, easily homing in on those he was sent to kill.

Percy squealed when she saw the lion. "Look, Zoё! Kitty!"

Leave it to the psycho daughter of Jashin to call the Nemean Lion 'kitty.'

"Scatter!" Nightshade roared. "Spread out and confuse it! Its fur might be impenetrable, but it must have a weak spot!" The Greeks did as they were told, running to all sides of the Lion, and proceeded to attack it with their weapons, however the legends were not exaggerated. The Nemean Lion's pelt proved to be too much, even for Thalia's lightning and Bianca's black sword.

Percy shared a deranged look with Clair, the redhead sighing. "Fine. You can have it but I got dibs on the next thing we fight."

"Deal! But only if you're still dry~!" Percy sang as she practically danced into battle. Clair's Mangekyou-eyes widened as a faint blush dusted her cheeks, before her embarrassment turned to anger. That cute little psychotic piece of sentient shit-oh, she would pay, that little brat would pay.

The Nemean Lion got annoyed with all the things poking him harmlessly, and decided to roar at such a volume that the surrounding insects all fell to the ground with their hands clapped over their ears, except for two. These two girls smelled different than the others. They smelled more powerful, more wild, more closely related with rotting meat and corpses than the others. Regardless, they stood alone, and the Lion would kill them first.

There was more fun in killing something that fought back as opposed to something writhing on the ground.

Percy giggled and squealed and she effortlessly dodged around the Lion's attacks. Clair watched the display of agility with a dull look, a look shared by Moon-Moon. "I know, right? Why can't that little psycho just end it already?" The wolf's tongue shot out, licking the side of his snout in agreement.