Shinobi Reincarnation

Chapter 15: The God Of War

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Shinobi Reincarnation
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Chapter 15
The God Of War

T

he next afternoon, June 14, seven days before the solstice,

our train rolled into Denver. We hadn't eaten since the night before in the dining car,

somewhere in Kansas. We hadn't taken a shower since Half-Blood Hill, and

I was sure that was obvious.

"Yeah, even your mind smelled stink"

'Shut Up'

"Let's try to contact Chiron," Annabeth said. "I want to tell him about your talk with the river spirit."

"We can't use phones, right?"

"I'm not talking about phones."

We wandered through downtown for about half an hour, though I wasn't sure what Annabeth was looking for.

The air was dry and hot, which felt weird after the humidity of St. Louis.

Everywhere we turned, the Rocky Mountains seemed to be staring at me, like a tidal wave about to crash into the city.

Finally we found an empty do-it-yourself car wash.

We veered toward the stall farthest from the street, keeping our eyes open for patrol cars.

We were three adolescents hanging out at a car wash without a car; any cop worth his doughnuts would figure we were up to no good.

"What exactly are we doing?"  I asked, as Grover took out the spray gun.

"It's seventy-five cents," he grumbled. "I've only got two quarters left. Annabeth?"

"Don't look at me," she said. "The dining car wiped me out."

I fished out my last bit of change and passed Grover a quarter, which left me two nickels and one drachma from Medusa's place.

"Excellent," Grover said "We could do it with a spray bottle, of course, but the connection isn't as good, and my arm gets tired of pumping."

"What are you talking about?"

He fed in the quarters and set the knob to FINE MIST. "I-M'ing."

"Instant messaging?"

" Iris-messaging," Annabeth corrected.

"Same Shit" Naruto Drawled boredly

"The rainbow goddess Iris carries messages for the gods. If you
know how to ask, and she's not too busy, she'll do the same for half-bloods."

"You summon the goddess with a spray gun?"

"Just like How I've summon toads with a drop of my blood"

'I've don't wann know naruto'

Grover pointed the nozzle in the air and water hissed out in a thick white mist. "Unless you know an
easier way to make a rainbow."

Sure enough, late afternoon light filtered through the vapor and broke into colors.

Annabeth held her palm out to me. "Drachma, please."