Tales of a Ninja Magician: Of Games of Body and Soul

A Drop of Plague

Chitsu in his new, hellish coat of armor, unleashed a storm of punches. Hammer-shaped pieces sticking out from the elbows of the blood-iron coat as well as from the back of the knees and reaching to the valley floor worked as pistons, driving through thin air and unleashing compressed streams of hot air or pounding into the ground and pushing the armored body off with even greater ferocity or intensity but instead of inflicting lasting damage upon the enemy, Chitsu only pummeled an oversized water balloon that imploded after the few blows only to wash away and reform back in formation.

"Be smarter than that, Bogetsu." The fox-masked Hozuki kunoichi advised her temporary squad mate. "Just wait it out, there's no way that a drastic jutsu such as this one can be maintained for long without the strain on the bane's chakra escalates out of control."

"You're the one that's not being smart!" Chitsu declared while using the pistons at the lower feet to drive them into the ground and propel the oversized and abundant armor at the enemy formation all by its lonesome. "I don't have all that many other jutsu to rely on so I can afford to spend my entire chakra on just sustaining this transformation!"

"Don't be foolish, Chitsu, stay in formation!" the winged swordsman of the Blood Lagoon who was now hiding his abominable appendages in the same crevices they came from yelled out at his teammate.

It was like the words of warning that the tall gentleman offered his blood brother bounced off of one of these armored plates or the less hardy coating that covered even the patches of the ninja's skin under the armor pieces. Chitsu continued to throw threatening yet awkwardly angled blows and hammering with his hands in a drastic attempt to land one blow on the nimble Hozuki kunoichi. The Kirigakure woman danced around the awkwardly angled strikes and even found ample time to respond with her water claws, which unfortunately left little resembling a chink in the armor of crystallized blood iron or the shinier yet thinner cloak under it.

"The one who's foolish is you! With this form, I can beat all of them by myself! These ninja would have all of us killed just because we've been born in a different kind of union!" the armored ninja raged on, continuing his mad barrage of piston-fueled punches.

"Un unholy one, an impure one!" the ponytail-titan Hozuki ninja stepped in with a wicked body blow aimed at the cloaked yet unarmored abdomen area. The crystalized armor did not break or crack but Chitsu halted his attack immediately and grunted out in pain. The red gleam that emanated through the shadowy holes in between the armor pieces faded away, leaving a grim, dead look to the set of frozen in place armor. The Hozuki taijutsu user proceeded to wrap his arms around the enemy armor before lifting them up into the air and slamming the armor back-first into the ground with a fierce powerbomb whip.

It was as if Earth itself cried out in pain. The grunge of the ground gravel, compressed air and force pockets traveling far and wide, rupturing the natural planetary floor in its path sounded almost like a feminine, crying voice reaching out to anyone who'd listen. An ethereal pillar of pure force shockwave stretched out into the heavens desperately looking for escape, revealing an even more hellish scenery back down from where it hailed from of molten blood of mother Earth booming from deep underground and making the iron dust in the air explode into flickering sparks like the working area of a steel mill during its peak working hours.

The ponytail Hozuki proceeded to stomp his lifeless opponent a pair of times. It was nothing but a heelish attempt to belittle his fallen enemy but also a chance for the enemy to telegraph their refusal to die, which was the desired outcome of this and all following attacks for the Hozuki squad.

"What's the matter? Where's all that bravado or your fancy eyes? On the other hand, nothing too fancy 'bout them, huh? That's the problem with you half-breeds, you've got neither the Sharingan nor the proper use of the Hydrification Jutsu! Why so silent? Don't tell me you've already di..." before the Hozuki powerhouse could finish his sentence, admiring the revelation of the complete devastation he caused and the flattened bodies of the enemy, forced to splatter into blood puddles and then reform again, wasting more of their body liquids in the process, he lost balance and fell through into what appeared to be a trap hole.