When I wake up, I throw up again.
My body convulses and shakes at the very thought of Siken-
SIKENSIKENSIKENSIKEN!!!
I vomit all over my tent, chunks flying everywhere. I finally stop throwing up, and groggily walk out of my tent, smelling like a cursed mixture of bread and vomit. Oiran notices me and starts laughing uncontrollably. " You actual f**king simp!!! You- You stupid f**king- you actually thought that someone would do that?!?!?" Siken was sitting by the fire, oiling his blade. My face turned bright red as I saw him. I activated erotic eminence, and held my electric blade to his neck and screamed, " How the hell could you do that to me?!"
"Easily."
Electricity radiated and fluctuated around my body.
" I will SLIT YOUR THROAT!" Siken suddenly disappeared, disintegrating into…Pie? The bits of pie glooping and oozing everywhere. I readied my ability, summoning Erotic eminence. " I know your illusion tricks! Come out!!" I snap my fingers, causing lighting to surge from the sky, striking everything in the vicinity, including Shinimaru and Oiran, who clutched Norman in her hands, shielding him. Norman scoffed, now being dripped out in a supreme hoodie, " That b**ch. I never use protection. Also I can talk now. Wait- Why can I talk-"
Siken appeared to my left, his power seemingly deactivated by the sudden shock from the lightning. His skin was riddled with burns from the strike. Siken drew his katana, and held it out, pointing it towards me. " I can kill you easily. Give up."
I stutter. " You- You're right."
Shinimaro coughs out smoke. " If anyone cares, I got in contact with the mayor of Garuik. He has info on Anemi Reicon and the loaf." Shinimaru sheathes his sword, and I deactivate my twitch. Siken scoffs. " Thats great, but you do realize…Anemi Reicon isn't the Devil Lords name. It's Brad."
Shinimaru seems taken back by this, but then quickly goes back to looking bored. " Aight."
Essentially, Shinimaru had become a lawyer in the span of a day, and become so highly renowned, that he got to meet with the mayor, who told him the following: A slice of the bread has been kept here for ages, seeing as it is one of the sacred kingdoms, but, about ten years ago, when Brad took over the continent, all of the sacred kingdoms slices of the bread, were stolen by the lieutenants of Brad. However, the base camp of Lieutenant Zenmetsu is less than a mile away. So to sum it up, if we're strong enough, we're gucci.
After hearing this info, I immediately stand up and start walking towards the city. Shinimaru grans the collar of my coat. " What the hell? We don't even have a plan." I do a backflip and say. " You don't need a plan when you have FAMILY."
Shinimaru punches me in the face.
" None of us are related and all of us hate you."
" F**k."
Shinimaru continued to talk. " We'll split into two teams. Team one will be me and Siken, and team two will be Oiran and Okoramo." Oiran produced the most guttural, and pained sigh that has probably ever graced the face of whatever planet this is. " Team one will be in charge of infiltrating the base, taking out all of the guards, and our heavy hitters- team two- will swoop in and take out the leader Liuetenant of the base." I flip my hood on, and start walking, gesturing to Oiran. " Let's go."
Oiran tackled me, and began to strangle me. " DON'T YOU EVER f**king tell me what to do!!" My face began to turn an off shade of purple due to the lack of oxygen. " Okay….."
The walk was a long and cold trek. Snow continued to fall relentlessly from the sky, and became swept into the raging air currents of the blizzard. I shivered profusely, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. Oiran seemed unfazed by this weather, and she continued pushing forward as though it wasn't the coldest thing since my ex's heart-
Oiran kicked me in the balls. " Your thoughts are so potently cringey, that I can feel the cringe exuding off of your body." I coughed up blood, and said,
" Whatever. You have the map, how close are we?" Oiran unfolded the map, gripping it tightly so as to prevent it from blowing away. She squinted her eyes. " We're about a hundred yards away. You'd better get ready, degenerate." I grimace at her, and wipe the blood from my mouth. Siken and Shinimaru had stolen a couple motorcycles from a locomotive dealer,
( Don't even ask me how the hell those are here.) and had gone off ahead of us, in order to take out the guards ahead of time. However, now that I think about it, the boss Lieutenant might just come out and confront them while they're taking out the guards….WAIT WHAT THE FU- " OIRAN!! WE HAVE TO HURRY!!" I wrap my arm around Oiran, and take off at blinding speeds. Red electricity bounces and sparks across my body, and the rest of the world becomes a blur as I run as fast as my legs will carry me.
At these speeds, I quickly reached the base, and upon arriving, I could already see the carnage caused by Siken and Shinimaru. Corpses strewn about haphazardly, painting the snow bright red. One of the guards was actually still alive, but he was a ginger, and had a tattoo that said, " I Luv My Mommy", so I spat on him. Oiran pushed away from me, seeing as I was holding onto her, and started walking towards the base. The building itself was more of a military camp. It had a large square perimeter highlighted with at least ten layers of barbed wire that reached at least thirty feet into the sky, and on the corner of each square was a rather medium sized watchtower. Luckily, Oiran and I had roughly followed Siken and Shinimaru's path, so when they had arrived, there was a hole in the fence that Shinimaru had probably burned. However, upon passing through this hole, I was met with the interior of the fenced off area of the camp. A looming concrete tower loomed above us, and I broke into a cold sweat. This tower was so huge I couldn't put it into words. It wasn't so massive that it broke cloud level, but it was big enough to make you s**t your pants. And strewn around the interior were even more bodies-
" Dammit, get off!"
The ginger guy was tugging on my leg.
" Help…"
I kicked him off. " Your fault for being ginger bro. Don't know what to say."
The man slowly morphed into a very deformed, fleshy goblin, who flipped me off, before scampering into the woods. I flipped him off as well, but his back was turned. Oiran pushed me forward, restoring my focus. " We got a mob boss to kill." I crack my knuckles. " Lets f**king go."
Siken's body rolled limp across the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. He was riddled with scars. He coughed up blood, staining the concrete ground a crimson red. Shakily, he stood back up and drew his katana from its sheath. A wicked smile crept across his face as he stared at the monstrosity that loomed in front of him. The figure chuckled in a way that could only be described as the roar of a demon. Its eyes glowed a bright red. It spoke, " Your friends will never arrive. My Four Horsemen of The Ginger Moon will stop them."
Siken cackled. " Sorry man, your gingers-" He coughed up blood. "-are dead." The figure crouched down, pressing the palm of its left hand to the ground, blue energy swirling around it. The figure raised its fist, which on its own was at least the size of Siken. Siken made a series of hand signs, and his sword burst into red flame. Siken pointed his blade at the figure, the flames fluctuating and immolating erratically. He cocked his head to the side, a crazed expression on his face.