Trouble in Ōgaki City
Oct 8, 2015 21:15:55 GMT -8
Post by Axcel on Oct 8, 2015 21:15:55 GMT -8
With the assailant injured thanks to the work of Jack and Aneun, it was easy enough for Akuseru to close the distance between himself and the attacker. His hand wrapped around the assassin's neck, lifting the man off his feet and thrusting him into a wall. Though the attacker may have not intended on giving the shinobi any information, his attitude toward the matter would quickly change upon feeling Akuseru's chakra scalpel cut away at his insides.
"Tell us what you know! Where is the next attack? Who is in charge? Why are you doing this?!" He fired question after question, never actually giving the wounded assassin a chance to respond.
"Ehehehe! You're too late! Mr. Bakulev has already set things into motion—soon your Daiymo's precious wife will be dead!"
"More!" Akuseru was beginning to grow impatient. Bombs would continue to go off as they wasted time with this goon. His scalpel inched closer to the jugular. They got a name, but it wasn't nearly enough. Fear didn't seem to get to this attacker though—it seemed he realized his fate was sealed regardless of who pulled the trigger. He had no problem talking.
"Mr. Bakulev uses his unique ability to create bombs so tiny that they can enter a person's blood stream. Now guess what happens when you modify someone's Accelerated Innate Microbiology research, meant to cure the sick, but instead turn them into bombs that happen to extra receptive to genjutsu. You get your own suicide bomb squad! Without the hassle of years of brainwashing relig—"
A jet stream of blood shot out of the man's throat onto Akuseru's face. He had more information to offer, but the genin lost his temper and slit his throat wide open. Wide eyes and and gritted teeth was enough to tell that the young shinobi wasn't happy. They were using sick patients as weapons?! He wanted to make sure that the man who orchestrated this attack would pay dearly.
"Fuck!" He let go of the lifeless body, letting it slump to the floor. The widow was in a corner, covering her child's eyes and sobbing. Akuseru paid her no attention—she didn't matter anymore. With the assassination attempt thwarted, they could allow the proper authorities to handle it from here.
"We need to head back." Akuseru used his sleeve to wipe away most of the blood that had covered his face. Mr. Bakulev would experience a terror that could only be compared to watching Asato deal with traitors.