R rated for violence and Gore NSFW

Within the land of Kirigakure is a prison. One where those unfortunate enough not to die quickly are brought for their crimes. This is a dismal place where dreams can not survive. Swallowed whole by nightmares as quickly as one could blow out a candle. Even the guards hated this place for it was haunted. The way the air stood still and stale here. The scent of death and decay so heavy one may choke on it. Not all prisoners came here to die...but those who left this place left it as a lesser person. Less life in their eyes and selfish desires fled from them. Those who do not come here to die are not grateful for survival though. Instead they fear what awaits them if they falter...they fear what comes for them....they fear the man who the shadows dance for. Who the spirits whisper of and who takes them beyond the red door.

The prison is kept underground down a single tunnel. If there was an attempt at a riot or escape...it would bear no fruit. The tunnel was designed to be flooded in such an event and drown everyone within. If a few tried to escape all would die. It was too steep a price to pay and often prisoners would report each other or kill the other prisoner themselves to ensure the survival of the masses. Fear was the only thing that ruled this place. Once passed the front doors to the underground prison it was incredibly dim within. Large cells with multiple people spread out within were off to either side after a guard post. Only a light every dozen feet dimly lit this place. This was to encourage the prisoners who were released to appreciate day light. Here it was quiet and even the most dangerous looking prisoners kept the peace.

There was little tolerated here and pain was inflicted when rules were broken. However that was for the living. That was the general masses. The criminals convicted and sentenced to death however were further in. A pair of steel double doors keeping the section in lockdown. Only Jounin guarded the interrogation center. Trained to restrain anyone attempting to escape. Here the methods were no longer ethical in nature. Here was were those with possible vital information were kept. Beyond the double steel doors were smaller cells. Barely big enough to squish their intended prey within. One would not be able to stand or stretch in one such cell. They were fed just enough to survive but never enough to have any strength to fight back. Left in pitch black and awaiting what came for them. Interrogators. Sero had taken to this for a while now. For there was a room beyond the dark cells. A single red door awaiting them. They knew that anyone who went through that door never came back and they feared it.

Sero had become very good at the interrogations but one of his interesting contacts had not checked in with him for some time. Azrael was his right hand man but his sister had both hesitation around Sero and this other version of her. He had seen here punish a man. Seen her turn that switch and put down one of these animals with gusto. He knew she liked it and that was going to prove useful. So he had sent an invitation to the sister to join him here. He wished to see if she would flinch away from such a task....or if she was to be an artist at it.

A member of the brigade would deliver a message simply stating a time and location with master Sero before fading back to his work. Sero himself had shifted in appearance since the last they met. His blue hair and blue eyes were gone as he had risen to a new state. Now he stood by the interrogation center tunnel entrance. Black dress boots were tucked into a pair of black slacks. A black button up was as well with a belt over it. The clip of the belt made out of what appeared to be finger bones. The neck of the shirt was lifted with a knee length black coat on over it. His hair had turned black as well and those once blue eyes were now purple and glowing lightly. His appearance was different...but that aura was the same.

An empty room, filled with only a bed and clothes, clothes that had not been worn in some time. Her eyes staring off at the ceiling, lost in though from the news of the death of her sensei. She would inhale from her nose and exhale through her mouth, her eyes wandering to the darkened and misty sky, her red eyes softly glowing. Her face remained calm and neutral yet while she laid in bed, she remained in her natural form. Her home was the safest spot for her to be in, allowing her to do whatever it may be, without an eye on her with Azrael being an exception. Kami was currently wearing a tank top with some shorts that went up to the middle of her stomach, her arms revealing two seals while the nape of her neck had one. The three seals placed on her by her own brother with Kami’s consent of course. She would touch them slowly, feeling it raised like a regular tattoo, tracing the seals artwork, remembering why she wanted it. All to see her brothers face while Azrael would see her true form. Just as she was about to turn her body to the side, a few knocks on her door would be implemented, causing Kami to look at her front door but then close her eyes.


The voice would say. Kami’s eyes would open slowly before sitting up and putting her feet on the ground, her steps lighter than a feather. No noise made from her wooden floors, yet it was an older house. The cold floor touching her feet, sending chills up her spine, remembering Sero’s presence. Her legs stopped working mid walk, her hand barely touching the knob of the door. She’d close her eyes and take a deep breath, while exhaling, finally grabbing hold of the cold doorknob, turning and opening to see a brigade member. “A message. Your presence is requested.” The brigade member vanished from her sights and soon from her sensing radius. She would look out her door, her head turning to the right, then the left, before closing the door and locking it. Her eyes would remain on the paper while locking the door, her other hand opening the letter and reading that her presence was requested at a specific address with Master Sero.


“Ah?” Kami would say aloud, almost questioning the request as she hadn’t been around him for some time. Her eyebrow raised but she placed the note on a nearby counter before waving her hand in front of her body, a quick swirl of black smoke going around her, transforming her body as a whole into what seemed a gender less version of her. Standing in front of her closet, she would place herself in a spandex suit with a gold belt around her waist that provided a few kunai’s that she had bought previously and her tags. Next was a red tattered cloak that seemed to have long cat ears attacked to it in which Kami would place over her head, her shoes on next, her white gloves and then her mask. Her mask was unique as the eye holes would mimic her blinking, eye movements, while the mouth only mimicked her mouth movement by emotion. It would smile, frown, but never move when she spoke. Another unique feature about this outfit was that it came with a tail, it coincidentally looking like a cat. The tail would move accordingly, even with emotions but once it was off, it would stop.


Kami’s chains would remain under the gloves, hidden away to not cause any suspicion upon her usage or what she could do. She wanted to remain as a silent member, one who people would look up to, either by fear or in awe. For Sero, she was a woman of little words, never really speaking around him. Kami would either way open her window, perching on the sill and vanishing from the windows point of view, the window itself swaying from her jumping off, remaining open. For people who couldn’t perceive her speed, she would be seen as a black warp or fog that travelled among rooftops, a small detail she was able to do with her speed.


Kami would wonder what exactly Master Sero called her for, yet for some reason she couldn’t help but get flustered, getting a good feeling of what may come. Her stomach made butterflies, her cheeks slightly flushed. Kami feared Sero himself due to him touching her chakra at one point, however it felt different this time. Coming into the vicinity of Sero, she would come to a halt on a tree, feeling the presence of Sero’s fearful aura. She was still timid but she couldn’t help but follow through, dropping down and slowly making her way to the prison entrance in which she would state her name, following by showing the note that was given to her. Kami had taken it with her just before she left just in case. The Jounin would let the 5’7 foot woman in, her demeanor completely changed, almost a lustful presence. A prison could only mean one thing and that meant something to do with torture. Kami would make her way through the halls of the prison, finding Sero himself at the entrance of the tunnel, waiting for her.

Sero would watch quietly as the androgynous individual would approach him. He could sense her chakra now....he had touched it before and felt the two chakra tether together. Binding and infecting as he touched her barrier. He would not forget her chakra signature so lightly. The new outfit though he found suiting for a Kiri nin and also for one within his brigade. They were the punishers of this nation and he would see their work done here today. Still he would await her approach. Motionless and never blinking as always. He looked almost normal as far as people go now but still there was something beyond the human face. Something that danced within his shadows and watched her as well. That sensation of being hunted filling the air once more once she got within ten meters of him. To feel him again. That sickening vile connection between the two. However it was more potent now. That purple glow behind his eyes suggested he had obtained a new level of power. Even now it was as if the beast within him was colossal in nature. Still she would report in with respect. More so than Blitz himself had given before that fateful attack. To which Sero would respond in his usual bland tone.

"So you have. Come along young Kami. There is work to be done here and an experience for you to learn."

With that he would turn to continue their walk down the path. Passed a couple of jounin. He could sense their affinity to Suiton even before they passed them. Sense they were Hozuki like himself. There were two clans that could survive a flooded prison. As such most of the guards here were comprised of them. Hostage situations would be wasted against a Hozuki and once again would lead to mass death. Still he paid them no mind even as the masked men bowed before him. He held the clan together and proved its power time and time again. Yet he allowed them to continue functioning economically as they had. Taking no freedom from the innocent. Not even for his own pockets. Even though he was feared Sero was known in some ways as an honorable being. Though few agreed he was really human. Most avoided his gaze and so he did not offer it. Instead the gates would part for them as they approached. Allowing them to enter the dimly lit part of the prison.

The people in the cells would crawl to the far wall. Skittering like rats as the soundless footsteps of the two carried them down into the prison. They knew that sensation and feared it more than the prison itself. Death walked outside those iron bars and they wanted no part in it. Still he would speak to her again. Calm in his tone as he stared straight ahead. The dark mattered little to him. Only the red door deep within. He spoke of one of his own...his Jounin commander and once a member of the brigade as well. Someone he had trained. Someone he had lost.

"With Valen having been lost to us...there will be a foolish thought in the heads of our enemies. That there will be an opening to strike. That without him Kiri is weak and ready to harvest. We must convince them this...is...not...true. As such we need enemy positions...numbers...plans. All the information we need is just down below us...behind a red door. This door is not like other doors. This door inspires fear before it is ever opened and terror is useful. People will tell you torture doesn't work. To that I say they have not delved deep enough into pain. Tell me Kami...do you enjoy inflicting pain?"

Kami remained where she was until the fated response came to her, reeling her in with what he had said. ‘Experience to learn? Work to be done?’ She would think to herself before looking up to Sero’s general direction. Now that she was really looking at him, his appearance had changed quite drastically. His hair no longer is popular blue color and he now sported an entirely separate outfit which.. Didn’t make him look bad, now that she got a good look at him. Though his aura, it was so strong, so tainted, it didn’t matter. He was still a man she feared to this day, every since her own chakra became tainted with his. Kami’s perspective was about to change after tonight, whether it’s be good or for worse, she would see him in a new light.


They would begin walking, passing a couple of Jounin, Kami’s speed never changing behind Sero, her height looking a bit shorter than Sero himself. The prison became colder, Kami beginning to shake a bit intensely in small intervals. It all felt like muscle spasms to her, very subtle yet powerful enough to make her feel sick. She would close her eyes as they walked, the mask closing its eyes as well, making two thick’s slots to represent it. The sounds of people skittering to the walls, the subtle cries and whines from the people behind bars, all they did was reinforce Sero’s cold and dark Chakra. Kami had been tainted by it as said before, yet this time she felt, less fearful. Was it because she had a bit of him swirling within her pool? Maybe it’s because of where they were and what they were here for. Before she could really ask anything, it seemed he had begun talking as if he knew she was going to speak.


Sero’s words floated in her head, taking in the bits and pieces of information, hearing Sero’s calm voice explain what would happen with Valen being gone. He was a strong Shinobi but not strong enough to handle what he had to face. The intel is what Sero was after and he explained that all information would be behind a red door, awaiting them. Saying it was different, that it inspired people for fear. Her steps would slow down when he would bring up torture, her eyes opening with two red iris’ seeping through the black holes of the mask.




Kami’s steps stopped which led to Kami standing there for a moment to think about what to say. However, the face on the mask would show a creepy smile, the mouth extended to the sides while the eyes represented a thin downturned crescent moon. A change in her presence would be felt coming from her, filled with lust and want. This is what she desired. Inflicting pain was what helped relieve her stress, on other people that is. She didn’t want to ruin her own body but if she got hurt, it didn’t matter too much. A small, chuckle was heard to echo through the hall, her voice a bit higher pitched with this lustful laugh.

The two would walk together. Through the whimpers and cries as the dark seemed to envelope them. The dim light seemed to flicker as the shadows around Sero danced and threatened to consume what light there was. As if light itself was almost killed by being in his presence. However in the dark those purple glowing eyes seemed to dance in the dark. Each step a slight sway as a bit of their light shifted in a trail back and forth. Eyes were on them from every direction. Watching him and this being behind him. Whoever they were the people already knew this was not their savior. This is not the light they yearned for. Still they progressed deeper as she would voice her reply. She enjoyed the act what she considered too much. He would continue in silence a moment before they arrived at the high security double doors. The light above the doors flickering and threatening to fade out so close to Sero. Still he would pause as the doors began to unlock. The guards already preparing to let them through. Though no command was spoken Sero held enough authority here to act as he pleased.

"Each of us have an art we accel at. I am a harbinger of death. However keeping others alive for information is not my forte. Often their bodies give out too quickly for it to be effective. If you enjoy the art I would suggest training in either genjutsu or medical Ninjutsu. For now I will introduce you to the red door."

Once the locks finished the heavy metal doors would begin to open. Metal screeching on metal as they shifted and with a rumble would slide to either side. Once the door was open it was clear inside had no light save for one. On the other side of the dark room was one dim light over a red door. The sound of the prison behind them died down. Not a whisper....a whimper or a breath could be heard. The prisoners spoke of this red door. From here they knew only rumors but some sword they had heard the screams. However in its presence...laying eyes upon it a fearful reverence took over the prison. Sero paid it no mind as he would walk within the doors. Waiting for Kami to join him and focusing on his sensory as the doors closed. All she would be able to see of him would be those glowing purple eyes. Still he would let her eyes adjust to the dark room as he began forming hand signs with one hand. Dog, Tiger, monkey, horse, hare, bird, Ram, Ox. Around them were people in tight cages. Forced into the fetal position and unable to move much. Still Sero had put his palms forward as the sound of bones surging out of his palms could be heard. Soon a ten meter tall bone golem would fill the room next to them. Hunched under the ceiling. A prayer could be heard in the darkness.

"Pick a subject and my Golem will collect them. From there we will go through the red door. There they are tortured to death. Each person here is a criminal sentenced to death for their crimes. They knew of the red door and what is beyond it for them....but this does not abate their fear. They simply wait for their time and when it comes....they often break down and beg."



Name: Bōngōremu (Bone Golem)
Rank: B
Power: B
Activation Cost: 10
Upkeep Cost: 5
Range: 50 meters
Speed: B
Element: Kaguya bone
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: Secret
Requirements: Kaguya rank 2
Parent Technique: N/A
Hand Seals: Dog, Tiger, monkey, horse, hare, bird, Ram, Ox
Description: Once the hand signs are finished a large mass of bones is released from both the users palms to directly in front of them. This mass of bones forms over one post before taking the shape of a ten meter tall Bone golem. This Bone golem moves at B rank speed up to fifty meters of the caster on its own accord. It targets anyone the caster viewed as hostile before casting like designated targets. It has the equivalent of B rank strength, Constitution and speed with C rank coordination and Perception. It has no intelligence of it's own to speak of or Stamina.
Weaknesses: Will auto fail any intelligence checks. It's core is in it's chest and if it's shattered the whole construct shatters.

Kami’s eyes would trail along the walls, the lights flickering here and there while the groans of the prisoners filled her with excitement. Her eyes managed to find their way back to Sero as he would introduce the red door to Kami. As the other lights did, the light above this door flickered, aggressively at that. She pondered for a moment, wondering how she would want to take up this idea and what to use. Ijutsu was necessary, especially for her whereas Raiton would be more painful. She’d tap her chin for a moment before the door would open to reveal a darker room where darkness would be the host and silence would be its companion.

Kami would join in after Sero, the doors closing behind them, her head turning to the screeches of the metal dragging against other metal. From there, the door would make a loud bang upon closing and her eyes would formally adjust, only seeing a purple glow from Sero’s eyes. Her red iris’ would dart to a pile of bones that would suddenly get together and connect, the dull clacking filling the room with a distant echo, forming a gigantic Bone Golem. ‘So this is what he can do..’ She thought. Kami’s body jumped as Sero began talking, allowing her to pick a subject of her choosing. Unaware if she were able to get close, she would stand there, looking at each subject. One subject has an unwavering presence, one that had not reacted quite the same. He was fearful, yes, but almost in acceptance. Her arm would lift and she’d point to one of the subjects that simple sat in the middle of their cell, blankly staring off.

Sero would shift that purple gaze in the dark to the cage that held the poor man who believed himself numb to the fear. A man who had been here to see many claw at the ground. Their finger marks and pieces of their nails still dug into the ground left in dried blood. Sero had seen men succumb to their fear time and time again as had this one but he had been lucky. His name had never been called upon. He felt numb because it was not him facing the red door. However Sero did not simply spread fear from his aura but could feel it as well. Even in the dark he felt a sharp spike in the mans fear. They could not yet tell who was chosen among them yet. All of them began to raise in panic but his own only shifted. Resistant indeed to fear but not for long. Instead Sero would let those purple eyes fall upon the man. Glowing in the dark as he could make out the mans own eyes. Slowly as their eyes met his own filled with realization. A realization that his name had come up and now it was his time.

"Very well."

The prisoner would take in a sharp intake of breath before the sounds of bones grinding on bones could be heard. The golem would shift and reach out. Easily reaching any cell from where he was. The long tendril like fingers would wrap around the cage and the man would begin to whisper his prayers and pleads to gods that knew not of this place. Here the gods were their captors. Here the gods held no mercy. His cell dropped from where it was to the ground with a large clank. The sparks from it hitting stone only providing light for a split second. Then it would begin to drag and he would begin to scream. His screams echoing as the other prisoners would turn from him. Hiding their gaze as if they feared sharing his fate immediately. Sobbing from grown men and women echoed as they covered their ears. The man would scream and beg for help as the golem dragged him to the red door. Sero walking likely with Kami in front of it. As they approached the red door it would creak to life. Shifting upwards as mist came out from the bottom. It was cold within....it was meant to be.

Once they would enter the red door would shift and drop suddenly with a clang. The mans screams stopping with it as he saw his fate sealed. Ragged breaths of disbelief filling the air as Sero watched in silence a moment before the lights flickered on. If the man knew fear before....he knew terror now. Bodies of the previous prisoners were nailed to the wall. All of them void of skin and eyes. The red meat rotting as flies scattered at Sero's arrival. The stench of death of varying levels of decay would suddenly become evident. Still Sero had the golem open the cage. Gripping the man by the arms in his tendril fingers. The man struggled and screamed almost maddened by the reality around him. Blood stained the floors and walls. Sero had been busy for a long time. Still despite his struggles he made no progress against the golem that would raise him up. Holding him above the ground by his arms as his feet kicked wildly. Doing anything he could to fight back to zero results. Still there were tools around them. Scalpels, hammers, and all manner of torture devices. None of them sanitary.

"I find that letting them see those who came before breeds an understanding. That there is no limits to this. No lines I will not cross. Their mind breaks before their body does...but I am not a specialist at torture. Merely at killing. You however Kami, You enjoy it...for you it is not a task but art. How will you begin?"

Kami would watch the Golem begin grabbing the prisoner, the bones creaking and scratching against each other, almost like nails on a chalkboard to Kami. She’d suck between her teeth and follow Sero to the red door where it would open and they would be greeted with a chilling air, accompanied by a the rough stench of death which made Kami’s nose curl upward, her lips pulling back into a nervous smile, almost wanting a throw up. The room hadn’t been cleaned in probably months, maybe even within the past year. Her eyes remained wide as her red iris’ would shake from the stench, completely caught off guard.


There, the golem would hold up the prisoner where he would scream helplessly, making Kami’s lips form a… relaxed smile, feeling enticed by the screams of this man. It echoed through the room and out the door until they both walked in, the red door closing behind where the screams would be shut out from the outside, leaving the last time anyone seeing him, was being dragged into the room. She would step closer, glancing up at the prisoner that would say side to side from the height as he struggled. No, this prisoner wasn’t a person anymore. Just a plaything for Kami. She would listen to Sero before stepping forward and looking back at Sero, a large grin appearing on the mask, almost disheartening. “How will I begin?”


Kami faced forward and took her gloves off, placing them on her belt, her nails quickly sharpening to claws and then hardening and sharpening again, once more, with a B rank hardness. “This thing should have some information, should it not?” She would ask, her eyes sharp and focused on the dangling toy. “Lower him please.” She’d ask, hoping the Golem would lower him within grabbing reach. Her eyes would follow it’s body as the golem lowered it, her arms rising, before the man could speak, she’d grip the sides of the man, a gushing sound following behind with blood trickling down his legs and body, his curdling screams echoing through the room, yet silence on the outside. It would cry out, screaming helplessly, in pain and agony, the noises making Kami almost twist her grip, making incisions as large as her claws within the toy. “AAAAGH!” It’s voice would crying out again, blood trickling down more.




The blood would drip onto the floor, Kami pulling it closer as she would grin and chuckle, the man seeing a glimpse of her red eyes that glowed softly against her white eyelashes. “You know things, yet you do not tell. This is only the beginning. I am the one who you will pray to when it comes for your time.” Her voice travelled to its ear, softly and almost in a calming manner, meant to soothe the man. “Start talking.”

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(No chakra deduction since this isn’t really a fight unless you’d like me to reduce chakra)


Name: Claw Creation Technique
Rank: C
Power: C
Activation Cost: 5
Upkeep Cost: 3
Range: Self
Speed: C
Element: Non-Element
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: N/A
Parent Technique: N/A
Hand Seals: ---
Description:
This technique allows the user to temporarily enhance the normal growth of the nails on both their hands and feet. Causing them to grow considerably longer in a short space of time as a result. It also enhances the hardness of the nails as C-Grade hardness, allowing them to even clash against swords without breaking.
Weaknesses:
Should the claws break the user will experience that unnerving feeling when something cuts or snaps their nail off. Capable of causing minor bleeding around the nails and bruise the finger due to the physical trauma.

Name: Neko Chakra Claw Technique
Rank: B
Power: B
Activation Cost: ---
Upkeep Cost: 5
Range: Self
Speed: B
Element: Non-Elemental
Skill: Ninjutsu
Classification: Open
Requirements: Claw Creation | Chakra Flow
Parent Technique: Claw Creation | Chakra Flow
Hand Seals: ---
Description:
A specific flow of chakra while Claw Creation is active that further enhances the claws’ durability and sharpness. The claws’ hardness is equivalent to B-Grade and has the ability to slice through items that is below B-Grade hardness quite easily.
Weaknesses:
This chakra flow does not extend the nails in any way as it is solely meant to harden the claws and sharpen them. The claws are still prone to break, it is just a little bit harder to do so.

Sero would step away. The old blood on the floor shifting slowly. Gradually regaining its liquid state from the crust it had become. Sero would walk along to one side of the room as the blood left behind would begin to collate into a small ball. Compacting and remaining within the small ball as he focused on it. Control practice while he observed and waited. This was after all her first time down here. His purple eyes would shift to the claws she produced and he would contemplate how effective those were. Perhaps she had learned them from Raika? Sero had after all seen their like before. Effective weapons at their current level he supposed. Or as a back up weapon. Sero himself held no interest in weapons usually. Aside from one sword he had held for a while....none had truly met his tastes. However for now his golem would remain motionless as she asked it to lower the man. Only from a nod from Sero would it lower the man. When she dug her claws in blood would rip forth. He would scream as she twisted her nails in the man but none too deep. Nothing vital yet. Except perhaps the mans kidneys.

Still the man would attempt to kick at her. She wasn't being careful to secure the mans legs. Sero never worried about physical damage but Raika....she may. A solid attempt at a knee to her gut in an attempt to get her off of him. However his leg would come up short. Sero had lifted his hand as the ball of blood would send out a thin tendril. Wrapping around the mans ankles and binding them together. "Be sure your target has no opportunity to escape. I bound the arms but you left the legs free. There is fight in him yet but at least now you want information. Soon he will beg to know what information. He will tell you stories and you must be able to discern the lies. Set a punishment for disobedience like so." with that the blood around his ankle's would spike into him through the skin in dozens of places. The tendril pumping from the ball of blood in the air....old blood turned cold long before. Still the man would throw his head back in wordless agony a moment as the dark blood could be seen shifting through the veins up his legs. Slowly spreading the poison painfully and bursting veins as it went. Overflowing them with blood. The mans whole body would clench as he struggled with the pain till it stopped. Dropping his head and panting between sobs. With that Sero would stop for now. The mans ankles still bound by the old blood...the black blood.

Kami would clenched her teeth, the struggle of the man would knock her mask off, it falling onto the floor, her head turned to see her mask, bounce and clank against the hard floor, sliding to a stop. At this point, Sero would begin talking, speaking as to how the legs had been unbound, he would have a fight and that he would soon tell lies about the information he’d spew out. Her hair covered her face, yes the piercing red eyes would show through her thin white hair as they slowly, almost in a jagged motion, move upward to look at Sero, as if a Demon had came to. With her claws remaining in the man, she would move her right hand out, the claws leaving the skin slowly, the sounds of the wet flesh echoing with the grunts and groans of the man as he held back screams. As the claws left, the blood clot that formed from the claws remaining in would spew out, hitting the floor and coating it in its dark crimson color, that would slowly oxidize on the ground. Her arm would fall to her side as blood dropped off the tip of her nails, a chain sliding down her arm, a simple jab like motion would restrain the legs of the man, holding him at B strength.






(The song is repetitive so feel free to just listen to get the idea of what music should play)

Kami’s head would turn to the man as her eyes remained wide, almost bug eyed, staring at him, the chains not having a restrain as they were limitless within the distance she kept between her and the man. With the legs now bound and constricted, she’d wind here free hand back and charge a quick shock through her palms and fingers and dig her nails back into the wound, letting out a pulse of electricity through the body, gritting her teeth as the man’s voice died out with the shock, his screams fading while his body jolted and twitched. “We’re gonna play a game. Got it?!” Her voice would grow louder with the last two words, her thing fangs baring at the man. “You’re gonna tell my information I need, and with that information, I’m going to test your honesty. If you lie, there will be repercussions.” She explained the rules of the game thoroughly and pretty straight forward. The man would remain silent and a gushing sound would be heard as the long claws would dig deeper. “Do you understand me!” A toothy grin would go from one cheek to the other, her eyes never blinking or straying away from the faces he made. “YES! GaAH, FUCK! I HEAR YOU, YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH!” He would cry out from the pain, sweat dripping down his face and chin, dripping onto the floor between Kami and him.


“Good boy.” With a simple movement, her claws would come out, blood gushing on the left side, pouring and dropping onto the ground, splat. Everywhere it went, on Kami’s shoes, her mask and on the surrounding area. She would back away and flick both her hands, free of any loose blood that was stained on to her hands, in which she would lick a few wet parts. “I will unbind you as I can only use one chain right now.” She would say, her finger still in her mouth as she would yank the chain, recalling it back and a weighted ball would come in place of the other chain. “Do you know any information regarding whereabouts of criminals who are wanting to stand up against Kirigakure and it’s organizations.” Kami’s eyes would glow, activating the sensory ability in which the ball would remain still, no matter if wind blew or if she moved slightly. It would remain still until the man answered. “No.” The man would look at Kami and the ball would move back, towards Kami, indicating a lie. “Wrong answer.” She’d say with a sharp and irritated tone. She would go in between the two chains each time he would tell a lie, binding his legs and releasing. With each lie, Kami would pick up the contaminated hammer and swing it back to charge up a hit, swinging it forward and aim for a body part of the man.


The first one would be his abdomen, the man would gasp, sounding as if he had no air and couldn’t breathe, puking up blood that would hit the floor with a harsh splat that would hit the ground in front of Kami and him. Blood would drip from his mouth, the next swing going at his leg, crack. A blood curdling scream would pierce the ears of Kami and Sero, all while Kami smiled and laughed, almost hysterically at that. “More!” “AAAAGH! STOP!” His voice would screech, the vocal chords and throat would scratch against each other, tearing the skin on this man’s esophagus, blood coming up from from the new injury and the hit to the stomach. Tears flooded down the man’s eyes, unaware that a little girl like her would do this much damage to him. Newly shed blood painted the hard ground of this room, vibrations appearing in this puddles as blood would drip in them, the reflection of the man would show a beaten and defeated criminal who was nothing anymore. A criminal that would accept his death as he had seen his life pass before his eyes, knowing this would be his final confession.

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Jutsu’s:

Sero would remain still in the room. His presence its own fear inducing aura. Psychological fucking with anyone too close to him. Their fear of death overridden by their fear of pain. Until death was a sweet relief to them. He had used fire, blades, hammers and all manner of torment to this point. However she was enjoying her work where as he had been monotonous about it. Still she would laugh and enjoy herself as he simply watched. However it took very little time for him to give into her. He had cried out his defiance only to lose out those cries to pain. Soon he was a broken mess and willing to tell her anything. However his attention was on the little ball on a chain she had manifested. If it actually could detect lies it was a very useful technique. If not then she was indeed a clever tormentor. He would believe she could detect lies. So when he did give information there would be fear around lying to her. He would listen as the man would whimper out the location of his friends. His voice quiet and broken as he seemed to sob between words. But give up his friends he did.

It appeared there was a nest of missing nin near the village. Shinobi who had originally worked for Raijin and had taken to hiding here. He was a supply runner for them so they likely noticed his absence. He was supposed to go out and get a months supply of food and water. However the location was an abandoned house within the woods. Kumo shinobi usually posed an issue though for Sero. Their raiton affinity meant he could actually be at risk. Still the location was given. A small whimper was heard as the mans screams and sobs had abated for now. A brief respite from the pain allowing him to recognize his own mortality. Regretting his decisions. However there would be a snap of fingers as Sero signaled the golem to finish its task. The man would look up in surprise at the sounds before suddenly he was lifted once more. He would throw his head back and scream wildly as the golem would shift to crush him to the floor. A crunching noise as he was stunned a moment. Blood spurting from his face. However the second crunch came when the golem stepped on his back.

The golem would press down on the man as he gasped uselessly for air. However the golem was only using this position to pull on both arms at the same time. A breathless scream would barely be heard as both shoulders could be heard popping out of the sockets before the flesh began to stretch surprisingly far before tearing off. Both arms torn away from the body. The victim was dead in seconds from the excruciating display. Still the golem would be released as the bone slowly faded away to ash. Leaving little but dust behind . The blood pooling around the body from both sides as its horrified eyes stared blankly at the wall. Still Sero would step forward. As if the shadows had hidden him until this point and he only now stood into the light.

"We have a target now. Tell me...does that ball actually detect lies? If so it is an amazing interrogation tool. This work may suit you."

Kami would look to Sero and raise a brow, ignoring the Goldman as he crushed the man into slush, it’s body parts falling into the ground, a splat being heard from multiple parts. Blood would have been splattered onto Kami, thankfully only on her clothing. “I can show you if you’d like.” She’d ask while twirling the ball in a circle while it hung from her finger. She would hold her palm out, the weighted ball would stop as she did, not moving even if a breeze went by. “All you have to do is provide an answer. The ball will move towards me to signify it’s a lie, where as if it moves to you, it’s a truth. Try it.” She would say, her crimson eyes now glowing as it would only activated under the Akayurei. She would wait for his answer and it would move respectively. Kami would then raise a brow and answer his statement from before. “If it suits me, I wouldn’t mind.” She’d say as she placed a hand on her hip.

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Chance: Sero can Lie or speak the truth. In order to lie, it must be above a B intelligence.

Jutsu:

Sero would step forward as she explained. His purple eyes shifting to the ball on a chain that she held before him. So it moved based on truth and deception. She offered to allow him to try. To speak a truth or a lie and to see if it moved as she said it would. Still he had to consider his words. What lie to tell or what truth. He decided he would begin with an obvious lie. Speaking plainly. "I am a cat." Sero would state while watching the ball lower. So it had detected the lie somehow. His eyes shifted to her own as that sensation of dread would spread across the room. Now to speak a truth. One that he believed whether it was fact or not. He would let his eyes fall unto hers as a slight glow filled them. "I am the wrath that has been destined to walk among man while not being human himself. I am justice and I am death." The ball would raise as he truly believed this as fact. Sero was not human but an abomination. He had been told as much since he could remember and it made sense to him. Still he would let his gaze shift to the ball a moment before turning and heading for the red door.

"We have work to do."

He would state plainly. They had the location of an enemy encampment now. There was death to be dealt unto the criminal scum that defied the village. The red door would open with a wave of his hand as the golem crumbled to dust. He would exit into the dark room to the sounds of whimpers and the sensation of fear all around him. He could sense it but paid it little mind. This work he would hand over to Kami. Avoiding it himself as it was painstakingly slow. Still he clearly expected Kami to follow. Walking out of the prison after a couple of security check points before emerging back into the dim daylight. Pushed back by the mist surrounding the village. Already he was heading directly in line for where they had been told. Moving through the village and then the forest shortly thereafter. Keeping to the ground level as he seemed to maintain a C rank speed as comfortably as walking. The trees whipping by them as they moved. The fog on the ground swirling in their passage.

Sero would test the ball itself, the ball reacting respectively to a lie and truth. The truth in the matter was if someone truly believed something with all their heart, the ball would detect it as a truth. That was the only flaw. The vibrations in the air would allow the forces to detect these lies and truths, which Kami was able to manipulate with her Sensory. Kami glanced to Sero and put the ball away.


Kami followed like a good person and walked through the red door and out of the prison, on the way out, picking up her mask and everything and fixing her attire, completely covered again. The bright light would temporarily blind her, wincing a bit but regaining her vision. "Work to do you say? Does this mean I've earned a position worthy to you?" She'd ask, quite curious. She worked hard to get where she was now and she felt as though she deserved some sort of promotion. Still she wouldn't budge if sero didn't entertain her thought.

Sero would continue to walk despite the blinding light. His eyes adjusting quickly as the Kaguya regeneration made the pain negligible. She would however pose a question to him. His head would turn as one of his glowing purple eyes would regard her. He was on the hunt now so such things as needing his approval had evaded his mind. These humans were so stuck to their titles and ranks. He had been that way himself though he supposed. Out of necessity he had founded the Nightmare Brigade. Out of pride he had taken the clan head...and to further his authority he had taken Jounin. Few in the village stood above him socially. Though one of the humans he had trusted...one he had built up with him and made her who she was...she had sought his approval...she had been driven mad by being near him. He felt some responsibility for her madness...her crimes...her betrayal. So now when another on the verge of madness stood before him....asking him if he approved of her, he felt a ping of caution in his mind. That he would bring up monsters meant he could never allow them to reign freely again. Yet he hesitated to hunt Sayuri. Would he hesitate to hunt her too?

"If you wish to serve the Nightmare brigade I will see you put to use. However your worth to me should not reign dominant in your heart. Nor your worth to my second in command...your brother. Time spent around me Kami is time spent going mad. Your mind will bend and twist simply by my presence over time. It will be up to you to remain you. If not...I will regret having to hunt you."

With that he would turn away again. In silence he would move them to the outskirts of the village. Here they passed by abandoned warehouses. The expansion had made the locations here less than Suitable for trade and new ones had been built further away. Closer to new trade routes where goods would need to be stored. Beyond this was the ghetto. Here homes were mostly claimed by the homeless who had worked at these warehouses. Unable to travel daily to other job site locations due to personal constraints. Still anyone outside would run away or close their doors and lock them as they passed. His eyes shifting to the larger house further ahead. Visible even now from where they walked in the street. Trash in piles on the side walk on either side randomly. Yards overgrown with scattered bits of junk. Eyes watched them but Sero paid them no mind.

"They took up roots in a community. Large scale and katon attacks are ill advised here. Damage to the surrounding environment would reflect poorly on us. Close quarters combat will likely be our go to form of engagement. I have a sensory field already picking up several individuals within the household but not all may be hostiles. Engage when engaged and put down anyone armed. If they surrender we will utilize your truth orb to discern liars from the unfortunates. Questions?"

Kami walked next to him, flinching from the light but soon relaxing, hearing Sero's words, calming her. "I see. I seek no worth, however I do seek power. The higher I am, the more reigns I can control, more people to see me as above them. That is my true calling.." she'd explain thoroughly as to why she asked. Kami's main thing was seeing herself as a God, nothing less. She wanted people to see her as someone to fear.

Kami would walk through the village, the sounds of locks turning and clicking, blinds closing and shuttering, people closing doors and windows. This was all sero's doing just by walking through here. It was a run down Village and it intruiged kami to see what may have been out here at the time. Sero explained to her what to do, fire being ill advised and close combat the way to go. She'd raise her hand slightly, her suits tail swaying just a bit. "What's the overall goal here. I get to stealthy infiltrate but is there someone specific I'm looking for or something?"

Sero would pause outside of the building. His hands sliding into his pockets as he looked up at it. They were still out on the street and while in plain view they didn't seem to be drawing attention. So they hadn't set up look outs it appeared. His purple eyes scanned the building calmly as he used sensory to ping each individual within in his mind. It would have been simpler if they had forewarning. Likely they would have taken into consideration their advantage in numbers. The only downfall was if he himself was recognized. However since his evolution his appearance had changed dramatically. Likely they would have seen two mere enemies and figured they could eliminate them. Upon being attacked Sero would have had all the reason he needed to eliminate them. As it was they only had the word of one criminal and a technique that said it was the truth. However Sero didn't want to act on suspicion without an official village order, He was under constant scrutiny and would not allow them to take away what power he had gained. Aside from the raw power he had gained as a combatant he had found having influence mattered.

Still her question as to what their goal was would draw a shift in his purple gaze. His face hadn't moved as he eyed her from the side a moment before turning to face her calmly. His voice as monotone as ever. "We have reason to believe there are terrorists or rogue ninja within. However we only have the limited information of a location. Names and crimes are not as of yet available. Nor do we have an order from the village proper to engage. Infiltration will be key while searching for evidence. If possible remaining undetected is ideal if not more difficult for me. Once I step foot within that building alarms will raise. You may have become accustomed to it but death still hangs over me. Most people will panic within entering its range. So the search for evidence will be primarily your task. To reiterate, you are expected to enter this large abode undetected and locate evidence of their crimes. Then report back to me. I assume with your eyes this should not be difficult. If you are engaged you may fight back but attempt to limit casualties until such a time that there is evidence. "

Kami nodded, understanding the assignment. Gain intel without causing a commotion. Fight when needed, otherwise remain unnoticed. She would pry into the area with her Ghost sight, allowing her to see within a certain area, seeing about four men. She would repeat this process until tallying about 10 people within the area, 4 different rooms, and a few additional rooms. Once Kami got the layout of the area, she would use chakra suppression to hide her presence, quietly going in and keeping herself hidden. Moving at a consistent D rank speed, she would meet the building, her back against the wall, palms on the bricks, her head turned. She would activate her ghost sight again, remaining still and seeing that a few have moved from their original spots. She clicked her teeth and noticed around that there had been plans sprawled around an area, seemingly the head of the groups room. 'Bingo.' She would deactivate her dojutsu and proceed with caution, two people leaving the area and her immediately halting, remaining on the side of the building. Kami's head turned the corner and went in after they left, seemingly just enjoying a conversation instead of patrolling the area.

Kami took the chance to leave the area she waited in and entered the building, hiding behind numerous of things. The building was a bit older but not out of wack, let alone neat for being occupied but tons of men. The documents that she had seen were a level above her, causing her to go upstairs and swoop through the next level, swiftly. However someone had seen her cat tail flowing behind, prompting them to follow her. As she went into an empty room, the man would attempt to attack Kami but she quickly silenced him but taking hold of his head and kneeling his nose in, then slicing his throat with a kunai that she'd put back into pocket. A silent but dull thud could be felt from below, mimicking a step. With the room adjacent to her being the room she needed to be in, Kami used her ghost sight to look through the wall, seeing that there were two men, standing around and discussing something but she couldn't hear. With her eyes closing, she'd cover her mouth and make a low voice, mimicking a man and to lead them downstairs. One left, their steps following down and leaving the other one alone.

Kami quickly went into the room and attacked the person, using her makeshift claws and dragging them into his gut, twisting and turning the insides as blood would spill from the incisions. The man would glance at the girl, shocked as to how this small girl got in here so quietly. Of course with the help of her quietness, and chakra suppression, she was practically non existent. Blood spit from the man's mouth and he fell over, bleeding out to death. Kami took the time to gather the documents and jump out the second story window, fleeing to Sero and giving him the documents as needed. "Had to take care of two but that's all there was." It had documents of their plans, where they would attack next and who they worked with and why. To think they had it all sprawled out, it was a stupid mistake.

Sero would watch her move as she went. Suppressing herself as best she could. Soon however she would disappear even from his sensory. His purple eyes would search for signs of struggle as he listened. Still his sensory would pick up those in the building. He had noted that she used her dojutsu to scout before entering. Effective even against chakra suppression. She was skilled enough to be a quality assassin. Still he would note that she had not perfected her ability to remain hidden. As she went he would note the two chakra signatures being erased as she annihilated them. Two bodies to be discovered if they did not move quickly. this would adjust their timetable as bodies were only a short but variable time table away from being noticed. Placing the enemy on high alert if they were. Still it appeared the other signatures were not nearing the bodies yet. His purple eyes turned to the side as he noticed a child peaking out. Their mother quickly ushering them away from the window before looking out and making eye contact with Sero. He would nod to her politely before she would quickly shut the shutters. It was for the best. Children should not have to witness what was coming.

Still he would note a window opening and the girl scurrying down the wall back to the ground and returning to him silently. Kami...the younger sister to his second in command and likely almost as capable as her brother. However the siblings did share one aspect. Both served with extreme thirst for violence. Which suited them for serving him. As it stood they were his most effective assassins. Blitz was too direct of a fighter to be considered an assassin and had crossed him before in his thirst for battle. He sent him to the hospital but he doubted that was the last of those challenges...and Valen...he was silent. Sayuri on the other hand....the betrayal he had learned of still stirred within him. He felt a red hot anger flowing into him at the thought and shifted gears. Raika was another fighter....she had stealth capabilities but it didn't seem her style. If anything Blitz and Kaida were his kick down the front door style team....Kami and Azrael were his stealth and subterfuge team. He would need to see about training them as teams. Still Kami would give her report and he would nod before collecting the documents.

Slowly his purple eyes would skim over the documents. The evidence there plain as day. What hubris to leave such things laying around. One would almost assume they were being played and framed if not for the sheer stupidity of it. His eyes shifted to the building as he nodded before rolling the evidence up and shifting it into his body for safe keeping. He could keep the documents from getting saturated easily enough. Still it would be interesting to watch him push them into his chest casually like water. Finally he would speak as he had finished passing judgement.

"We now have proof of their crimes. As such we are legally within our rights to pass judgement. The two deaths prior to the evidence we will equate to self defense. You did well Kami....allow me to give you a demonstration in precision killing. None of them will escape the building alive. To be safe however should one be capable of utilizing chakra suppression as you did...use your special eyes to detect anyone hiding and eliminate them. For now....attempt to remain out of the killing floors."

With that Sero would begin to walk towards the building. His pace casual as he would lift his hands. Forming hand seals at a rapid pace as he approached the building. Rat, dog, tiger, scorpion. Finishing with a snake seal as his ninjutsu activated. From under his shirt a long fifteen meter long thin bladed Kaguya bone tail would emerge slowly. A slight rattle to it before he reached ten meters of the building. For those within as he approached it would be as if a huge pressure dropped on them. Panic would ensue as they attempted to reach battle stations. It was too late for them however. Only one of them immediately activated his chakra suppression and fled for the basement. Sero would quietly place his feet on the wall and begin walking up the building casually. However his tail would flick about at B rank speeds. lifting back like a scorpion tail before ripping through dry wall. Slicing through the men as the screamed. He seemed to care very little as the tail would retract to pierce through another section of dry wall and ripping the people within each room to shreds. Unseen from the outside. Floor by floor he would punch through and blend the people within into meat chunks. Before arriving to the roof and punching down through the roof to any survivors. His attack was precise and decisive. Only the one who hid in the basement survived as they watched in horror above. Blood dripping through the floor boards all around them as they shivered in a corner and prayed for a salvation that would not come.

Jutsu used:

Kami let sero go ahead, using the time to activate her ghost sense and see the people individually. She would occasionally readjust to view different areas but one particular part of the building would catch her eye, seeing someone flee to what looked to be in the basement. Kami would close her eyes and immediately head to the floor that she noticed he was previously on and follow the person down. The building shook, large pieces of concrete and other materials falling to the ground, the distant screams being heard from above. Rumbling echoed through the basement until it all went quiet and Kami stood in the way of the only exit, her neko claws enhanced and ready to go. "You thought you could escape.." The man would turn and gasp, backing up into the wall and plead. "Please, I'm begging you. Let me go!" "No can do. I've been ordered to kill every survivor." She would drag her claws against her cheek and lick her lips, grinning wide as her eyes glowed a bright pink. "Time to die— oops.. I mean dine in.." in a flash, Kami would warp to the man and she would dig her claws into the chest and electrify him, multiple times while continously jabbing her claws into him, blood splatter the walls as her eyed grew wide, her voice echoing as she laughed. "Yes! OH SCREAM FOR ME!" The man would scream and yell until all he could do was silently cry, tears and blood mixing together as they came out of his mouth and eyes. Her laughs would turn into subtle moans, her tongue licking and overlapping her lips. "YES~! Oh YES!" Kami would continue to do so until she ripped his heart out, each tendon ripping and snapping, the snap splattering blood onto her face.


Kami stood up, panting heavily, her eyes still glowing that bright pink hue, the heart still in her hand. The man was dead but she wasn't satisfied. She would squeeze the heart until it busted, her claws deforming and beginning to lick her fingers just as Azrael would. The one thing the two shared in common. Their love for torture and their blood likings. "Sweet. You must be an A type." Kami kicked the body to the side and made her way back up, the building continuing to collapse until she made it out successfully where it would come running down. Kami now covered in blood, she would return to sero and give him the okay.

"All enemies eliminated. I don't see anyone else" She said, activating and deactivating her ghost sense to check the surroundings.

Sero would finish eliminating the enemy through out the building. Precise and brutal his blade tail would rip through each of them with holes punched through the drywall. Even the solid wood or concrete did nothing to slow his kaguya technique. His purple eyes stared up at the grey sky as rain would begin to fall. It wasn't unusual for it to rain in kiri. Still he did not appear to enjoy his work. If anything he had the same expression one may have cleaning up trash on the roads between the nations. That was all Sero was doing for now. These so called terrorists were no more to him than unruly humans who stood below stray dogs on his food chain. Like shit beneath his boot. He would continue walking up the wall as none of them in his path could hide from him. Though his purple glowing eyes would shift. Trailing behind dark energy as he turned his attention to her. Kami Yurei...those eyes her and her brother shared could see something he could not. It wasn't until she began her brutal assault that the other signature would show up in his chakra sensory. He would narrow his eyes. One rat who had tried to escape.

Still he would round the top of the roof. Planting his foot as his tail pierced through the tiles one last time. A slick ~shulk~ noise would sound as he cut someone beneath him into chunks. The blood of all of the men trailing outside of the holes and mixing into the rain water and down the walls. His tail would lift and flick the blood across the roof before crumbling into dust before him. A line thick with the blood of the dead indicating where it had been. Still he would look over the village as Kami took her time with the last one. There was no threat left so he let her be. Instead his eyes shifting to the horizon. His gaze scanning the village as if searching for the next threat. Always looking for those who would dare to enter his gaze and cross the village. It was only when Kami's chakra signature began to get close that those purple eyes would leave a trail once more. Turning to face the woman as she gave her report.

"Good. I will have you turn in a report and collect your pay from the village. Afterwards report to the Nightmare Brigade Headquarters. You have had enough time to find who you are. Your path is clear. Become a spider and do the work you are good at. However you must maintain your sanity. If you lose it....if you become like.....If you turn against Kirigakure I will butcher you myself. Understood?"

Kami's eyes would give a very empty look to Sero, her eyebrows raising and popping her hip out as she laid her hand on said hip. "Eh? Losing myself. I don't think you understand, I've been lost for a while. Though I know what I like." Kami would lick her lips while looking at him, not in a seductive way but to remember the blood she tasted earlier. "We've come to an understanding. I will not turn my back on you or the brigade." With that said, Kami would take her leave, heading immediately back to the brigade, a small smile appearing on her face. For once, Kami was happy to experience joy and satisfaction as she earned her place in the brigade as a Spider. It happened. She did it. And she was proud of it.

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