Shimo dashed at Silverton, he still had a couple of attacks left in him and now he knew all about his opponent’s abilities.
“Dodge the beam…” he whispered under his own nose leaning under another life force beam sent his way, this time Silverton continued it twisting it and turning it around sending it after Shimo but as much as the boy’s ribs ached he persevered and continued his dash. A couple of draw slashes, Shimo wondered if maybe the core of the armor remained exposed during the firing moments… A noble theory but it only lead to Shimo’s blade getting violently torn off of his hands by the concussive beam’s force after it bounced off the Life Shaver’s forcefield.
Shimo leaned to the side, jumped back and backflipped a couple of times before vaulting up and over his opponent to avoid getting cut to pieces as he was disarmed. For a man wielding undecillions of tons weighing sword Silverton sure pushed Shimo’s speed to the limit… The man roared and slammed his sword to the ground letting it split open. The black of the alloy the sword was made off glittered as the skies got torn violently open by showers of pure magma firing off from underground.
The Yuki swordsman’s eyes opened wide, he didn’t expect it, just barely did he made the several rolls back and only got a couple of splashes of the blasted thing on him. Shimo cursed as he realized he once again spent some chakra to keep his lungs from burning from inside his chest while he breathed the air so close to bursting magma gazers, the boy also peeked at some nasty swellings on his skin where it contacted with magma. Over eight thousand degrees of pure heat and he only got a nasty swelling similar to the ones he used to get when his brother playfully rubbed his wrist to leave an itchy wound in his childhood. He needed better control of his body’s augmentations, if this continued he’d be grasping at straws pretty soon…
Shimo blinked a couple of times and looked at his blade, fifty meters away from him with Silverton grinning after placing that annoying chunk of steel he wielded on his shoulder. The soaring roar of breaking ground and crying earth as it spat its magma gazers into the sky annoyed Shimo, the sound was enough to drive anyone insane, if not deaf. The man was restraining himself, Shimo knew, that sword had the power to destroy the entire planet by just being placed down the wrong way. Without proper control just gently placing it onto the grass would’ve lead to the blade sinking right through the damned ground… Since when has his life become so mad?
Shimo’s body blurred and blinked, he had little chakra to spare but he had to do what he had to do, within miniscule fractions of a second the Audra steel blade was once again in Shimo’s grasp and loud deafening clangs overwhelmed Silverton’s forcefield. Who knew that total invulnerability would’ve been such a bitch to fight. Now Shimo’s plan was just to keep chipping at Silverton’s life force and let him kill himself. The irony that his invulnerability was literally killing him must’ve flown right over Silverton’s head.
The Yuki youth quickly went through hand seals creating a couple of small scale blizzards around the magma storms allowing them to instantly harden as the ice persisted until it touched the magma’s core and melted into water hardening the thing. Shimo’s brother kept scaring the boy saying that he would one day literally freeze the Sun and then the little boy won’t have the sweet summer days ever again, that was his brother’s way of taunting the boy into leaving outside instead of reading whole day. Only now did the Yuki youth realize that his brother could’ve probably actually pulled something crazy like that off…
Shimo’s hands went through more hand seals. “Ice Style: Ice Wolf Pack!” the boy grunted as his breath became more and more erratic, blackened marks began covering and surrounding his eyes and sacks started to hang under them. Twelve wolf sized ice constructs formed, just like the likes his brother used during his days as a ninja before forcefully retiring. The wolfs howled and rushed at Silverton, the man swung his blade smashing six of them with a single swing but the rest evaded his strike at Shimo’s command and jumped at the man, freezing him solid with a single touch. Just a single whisker touching the man was enough to freeze him entirely. All six of them jumped at him at the same time, if anything could’ve bypassed that insane invulnerability it would’ve been that…
With a maddened roar Silverton made the ice bubble explode with ice shards scattering all around them and melting from the immense temperature of the wasteland that their battle was creating. Shimo could barely believe it but he didn’t show that. His best moves barely even stunned the leader of Justicars. Was each leader of each individual and independent group this strong? Sure Shimo’s strength could only demolish a large battlefield whereas that of a chuunin’s could’ve destroyed the world, that was the difference between Shimo’s current level and the wall he had to reach and vault over to be promoted to chuunin. It mattered little, this man had to be brought down somehow… He had to pay for tormenting people the way Justicars had tormented Shimo and his sensei, the way that those Justicars fooled them…
The forcefield of Silverton’s armor visualized, began to crackle and flare, for a moment Shimo couldn’t believe it but then wild red flares and jolts of pure reddish energy began splitting off of the field and concentrating on his chest. Shimo tried to take a step back but he realized that he was too tired to evade something of that magnitude, he couldn’t sense the chakra since he was not a sensor but he could tell accurately enough from the immense air pressure that whatever this man was planning was above his tired and beaten paygrade.
Shimo’s hands quickly moved as his mind settled on a good old and cheap combination of evasive and defensive techniques…
A sky piercing beam of blinding light wiped the horizon open, in the center there was light so intense that any attempt to look at it would’ve closed one’s eyes for good. As the beam went out from the center to its edge the energy got redder and redder, no more blinding light, only destruction. The beam expanded as it went forward, Silverton’s literal life force, his embodied desire to punish and destroy evil expanded as it left the Earth’s orbit. A pillar of power, authority and destruction passing by the Moon just barely avoiding its destruction, flowing lightyears away before it met the first planet in its way decimating it and continuing on that path to infinity and beyond.
A small puddle of water was laying where Shimo once was.
Silverton laughed out, his voice suggested certain pressure and fatigue affecting him from this immensely jaw dropping attack that continued to roam space decimating entire planets and overloading stars with energy, piercing them like a sharpened rod pierces human hearts before snuffing them out, instead of blood solar flares and pure energy bled of the stars before they went cold.
“Take that armor off…” Shimo’s voice echoed from one of the hardened magma pillars.
Silverton began to madly look around searching for his opponent but Shimo’s angered and horrified voice only shouted the same request out again. This power was too destructive in the hands of a madman like Silverton, Shimo willed himself to peel that armor off piece by piece if he had to.
“A criminal scumbag like you has no authority barking orders. Where are you? How did you survive?!” the hulking brawler in that destructive armor barked out.
“The oldest combo in the book “ Water Clone jutsu combined with the Substitution technique. I created a clone further at the side and used the time-space aspects of Substitution to change places with it in an instant. What you’ve destroyed was just a clone” Shimo explained.
Dark clouds began to gather in the sky. Shimo angrily flipped his head upwards and saw the first signs of the impending Earth’s death. The words of his sensei came from those boring days in the Academy when all he cared about was that the girls always left the classroom first and always got in the front of the line in the canteen. Back then their Academy teacher instructed them of the signs that the planet they lived on was not doing too good and that a fight transpiring needed to be stopped. Usually even the most heinous criminals surrendered after seeing those signs “ dark clouds covering the entire skyline combined with raging thunderstorms was one of the first signs that the planet could no longer contain this battle and was suffering greatly.
Shimo didn’t have much left in him, he clutched his aching sides and thought for a moment, his opponent didn’t really have a way of locating him. That meant that the ball was now in the Yuki’s court and that it was up to him to think up of a way of passing it without destroying his home world and screwing it up for everybody. He could only wonder if Silverton had any caring about the world he stood on. Knowing how insane and devoted to their code Justicars were, most likely not…
Most likely his armor would’ve kept him invincible long enough for the fool to float to another planet, somewhere where he could survive. The biggest scumbags always survived those kinds of things. Shimo’s shaking hands went through a bunch of hand seals, he had no more water to manipulate, not that it helped him in any way to manipulate it. This was supposed to be his final answer before he had no more chakra left to survive Silverton’s attempts to claim his head.
The humidity in the air around the man began materializing in the shape of icy plates. Icy plates of reflective and almost crystal appearance and composition. They reflected the light that came at it, almost like a mirror made of ice would’ve. Shimo felt the chakra pulsing out of his system in powerful bumps, he felt his system getting torn apart, overwhelmed. He still had this in him, he wasn’t planning on dying with this but it was powerful enough to maybe dent the man’s forcefield, maybe by now Shimo had already outlasted it?
“Hmph, if you’re not showing yourself I’ll continue decimating your surroundings. You care about it, don’t you? You were so angry to kill a brother in arms just because he didn’t care of properly channeling his power?” Silverton kept shouting into thin air, not even noticing the ice mirrors forming all around him. By the time he did notice rays of sun reflecting from them and falling right onto his eyes through a hole in the dark clouds it was too late.
Yes, Shimo cared about the planet, not like one of those mad environment lovers did. He was looking for his own identity this entire trip just like Mana wanted to regain hers, he even decided to honor his friend’s dream and become the sword that protects, someone seemingly inspired by her dream. If this world got destroyed it would be the ultimate failure of not only his own mission but also Mana’s. Truth be told, Shimo was a little confused as to why the Justicars looked so indifferent towards preserving the Earth. Didn’t the criminal the leaped down from the Moon “ Tsukinabe Watashiki surrender when he saw the Earth about to get destroyed from his battles with the local ninja alliances a couple of centuries ago? If even criminals wished to protect a planet that wasn’t even their home, why would so called Justicars not care to this extent?
Silverton’s forcefield erected once again. Violent ripples with crescent projectiles flaring out from it, it was a result of a simple swing of Silverton’s sword. A simple swing created a crescent projectile that left massive cloud fissures in the sky. Shimo looked at each projectile go, each one of them sliced through any obstacles in its path, mountains, rocky passes before disappearing in the horizon. Each one of them made a star somewhere in the distance blink and disappear.
“Stop it!” Shimo roared revealing his position but it was too late. The ice mirrors had already formed around Silverton, the man continued to launch a couple of more crescent swings that way but they whizzed just right by the youth and went on to destroy a planet or a star, whichever it met first.
The youth leaped off of one of the hardened magma pillars he was hiding on and into one of the ice mirrors. His figure rippled and disappeared inside of them just like it would’ve if the youth had jumped into a large body of water.
“Ice Style: Crystal Ice Mirrors…” Shimo named his hidden technique. It wasn’t a technique he used often as it was taxing on his body but it was perfect when fighting someone like this, especially when he had too little chakra for anything like this technique. The technique that created a mosaic of sorts, a mausoleum of mirrors made of solid Ice Release chakra around Silverton and allowed Shimo swiftly appear in any of the mirrors with his reflection also reflecting from each other mirror.
It was a complicated technique to pull off, he also had to know perfectly how to shape and place the mirrors to make his reflection reflect from each one of them, otherwise the difficult composition would not work. It was not a technique he liked for that purpose, he had the brain to assemble them into that formation but he did not like to twist that brain to the extent needed to properly pull it off.
Silverton grumped as he flung another projectile at one of the mirrors crushing it and letting it disappear in the sky, likely to soon reach a planet or a star that it could snuff out in its path.
“Stop it you bastard!” Shimo shouted out as he and thousands of images of his likeness appeared from the mirrors and dashed through Silverton in an instant, slashing and cutting him with each passing moment meanwhile the fake images confused him. The technique somehow managed to bend light, space and time inside it allowing Shimo to move at much greater speeds than he usually would’ve been able to while not inside the mirror formation. It was a secret technique of his clan and some of its secrets still evaded Shimo but this technique was his last straw to grasp.
“Tell me, oh great Justice Bringer… Where is justice in destroying entire planets, where is the justice in letting your destructive power destroy the very world beneath your feet!?” Shimo grunted angrily, his voice sounded hollower and much more husky as the sound vibrations passed through the bent light and space through the endless anomalies that these mirrors created inside the formation.
“It’s simple… Most Justicars who have been doing it for long enough have already realized this and share my idea “ the world itself is unjust. People are a nasty piece of work and cannot be trusted to do anything good. Even as we speak thousands of women are raped and killed, settlements getting plundered, people getting murdered all around us while our very children are being trained in finding more creative ways to kill each other. Even our own Justicars sometimes get out of control. No one can be trusted to not be as dark as our nature makes us to be. No one can be trusted to remain human, the very purpose of life is to be born an innocent human and then shed that humanity when meeting the real world you live in. People are unjust by merely existing, they shed their humanity at some point, all of them. For that reason no Justicar is afraid of destroying this pitiful cradle of darkness. The black vast nothingness of space is more hopeful and bright than the bleak sludge of crime and blood that this world of ours is...” Silverton explained, strangely enough he wasn’t yelling, wasn’t sprawling around and swinging his giant blade trying to catch Shimo’s real copy in one of these mirrors.
He was just quietly talking and trying to explain his point of view but his voice wasn’t passionate, the old veteran was… Depressed and disappointed if anything else. Shimo sighed, his chakra levels were beginning to dwindle, he couldn’t sustain these mirrors for much longer and that wild dash with all of those drawing slashes didn’t as much as left a dent on the man. Shimo didn’t have it in him to outlast Silverton’s invulnerability. He may have shaved more and more at the man’s life but a single skipped attack crushed Shimo’s own chakra and life force to way below the amount he shaved off to begin with. It was Sisyphean by the very nature of the task to try…
“That is why no Justicar would be shy for a moment to destroy this whole blasted universe if they had the power to!” Silverton yelled stabbing his blade into the floor and launching a mad burst of magma from below him. Shimo yelled out, he was worried for the lives of Mana and the others deep in the cave system which probably was overflowing with magma by now…
The leader of Justicars clapped his hands together with all of his power, each hand was powerful enough to cause damage to the other but his forcefield intercepted it, in a chain reaction each forcefield intercepted the other and forced a violent repulsion of red chakra out of the man’s clap. A clap of explosive nature, infinite red light covered the entire ice structure cracking Shimo’s ice mirrors to bits. Shimo closed his eyes to avoid the light. All was so… So bright…
The boy writhed on the ground for a while, he wanted to stand up, to keep fighting but his chakra level was too low. If he got punched just one more time, even without that blasted sword his chakra wouldn’t be enough to survive it. He’d either die from the impact or die of losing too much chakra, the possibility of tearing apart his flow using chakra augmentation was also still there… Always there. Shimo couldn’t move, his sides hurt, everything in him hurt. A single shockwave decimated all of his ice mirrors… How could a single man hold that much power?
Shimo’s eyes opened. Only to see a large chubby man falling on top of Silverton’s forcefield from above, bending and twisting his own fatty belly around the construct. Then a roaring arrow of Lightning Release chakra echoed as it tore through the forcefield, finally shaving too much of Silverton’s life to sustain it. A young woman in a simple linen dress wearing a leather vest and strangely curled into buns braids punched Silverton straight into his exposed chest dismantling his Life Shaver into millions small pieces instantly. A tall man with a purple helmet with reddish blades attached to the sides of it horizontally and a dark purple armored vest worn on a green plate armor leaped forward with a whirlpool worn in spear shape around his arm, extending well over fifty meters in length that drilled right through Silverton’s chest finishing him off instantly, the raging rotating waters tore the man’s body around the drilled wound to shreds instantly before dissolving into a wet puddle.
A ginger man with a playfully looking red goatee looked over Shimo’s face from behind where his head laid and smiled. He extended his hand forward to the Yuki helping get back up on his butt, sitting back up was the best that the young man could do.
“We got your “message”, young man… Just next time you send these “messages” make sure to not nearly destroy a country… A hawk with a message might suffice” the ginger shinobi said before tipping his strange triangle hat and leaping into one of these magma holes to go after Mana and the others.
The ninja of Takigakure have arrived!
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