Post by Kohga on Jan 5, 2017 9:51:42 GMT
Continued From
The stench of death filled the air. Bodies upon were neatly stacked on shelves along the walls of a large dimly lit room. Some looked as though they were dead only minutes, others were just a torso with tattered flesh hanging by strings of muscle. In the center of the room sat a man, panting heavily. His hair a mess, his eyes closed tightly, his mouth drawing heavy breaths producing steam with each exhale. His arm was badly wounded, blood poured from his bicep where his adversary tales had just severed the muscles with a large fuuma shuriken. Kohga grabbed the weapon and tore it from his arm, blood spurted across the floor, steaming as it touched the cold concrete floor. "Kah-!" He quickly grasped the injured arm, and used his ijutsu knowledge to coagulate the blood. A dull green light illuminated the room a bit more, enough for the man to see that the room extended both ways into the dark, not a door was seen. Kohga was surprised, this was the first time that he had ever been to this place. His morgue. He had prepared himself for piles of bodies, not this level of organization. Someone had been maintaining this place. Perhaps the old man who taught him the summoning and sealing jutsu?
His arm sent stinging pains throughout his body, but at least the blood had stopped. The bloodsoaked man stood, and leaned his head back, groaning loudly. "GAAH!" He screamed. His frustration about the events that had just transpired had begun to overcome him. He blew his chance to beat the answers he wanted from Tales. Sugoi hadn't proved much a challenge at all, but then again his focus was mainly on Tales. He pushed those thoughts from his head. Kohga's main focus should be how to heal his arm and go back and try again. As he was thinking, a door creaked open. It echoed ominously throughout the morgue, Kohga bent his legs in anticipation for what was to come. To his surprise, a meek and soft, 'Hello?' came forth. "Koh- Kohga? Is that you?" Just as the injured man thought. It was Keiichiro. Small footsteps were approaching him now, accompanied by a small orange glow. A lamp held by Keiichiro, who now was near all skin and bones, a walking corpse himself. "Ahh! My boy, how have you been? Look at you, you've grown a lot in the past 3 years." He walked up and patted Kohga on the shoulder of his injured arm, stirring a wince from the ninja. It was then that the elderly man noticed the trauma to his 'apprentices' arm. The old man's eyes were not what they used to be, but even he could see the fate of the arm after dealing with corpses for so long.
"Keiichiro, long time no see." He uttered with a forced smile, his body began to tremble ever so slightly. The weight of the fight and his injuries had begun to set in on him. Hunger struck his stomach, and thirst flooded his throat. "Would you mind if I troubled you for some food and drink?"
"Certainly not. After all, this is a reunion with cause for celebration! First though, how about we get you patched up?" With that, the two men began to walk towards the door. Both trembling, one from age and one from pain.
The stench of death filled the air. Bodies upon were neatly stacked on shelves along the walls of a large dimly lit room. Some looked as though they were dead only minutes, others were just a torso with tattered flesh hanging by strings of muscle. In the center of the room sat a man, panting heavily. His hair a mess, his eyes closed tightly, his mouth drawing heavy breaths producing steam with each exhale. His arm was badly wounded, blood poured from his bicep where his adversary tales had just severed the muscles with a large fuuma shuriken. Kohga grabbed the weapon and tore it from his arm, blood spurted across the floor, steaming as it touched the cold concrete floor. "Kah-!" He quickly grasped the injured arm, and used his ijutsu knowledge to coagulate the blood. A dull green light illuminated the room a bit more, enough for the man to see that the room extended both ways into the dark, not a door was seen. Kohga was surprised, this was the first time that he had ever been to this place. His morgue. He had prepared himself for piles of bodies, not this level of organization. Someone had been maintaining this place. Perhaps the old man who taught him the summoning and sealing jutsu?
His arm sent stinging pains throughout his body, but at least the blood had stopped. The bloodsoaked man stood, and leaned his head back, groaning loudly. "GAAH!" He screamed. His frustration about the events that had just transpired had begun to overcome him. He blew his chance to beat the answers he wanted from Tales. Sugoi hadn't proved much a challenge at all, but then again his focus was mainly on Tales. He pushed those thoughts from his head. Kohga's main focus should be how to heal his arm and go back and try again. As he was thinking, a door creaked open. It echoed ominously throughout the morgue, Kohga bent his legs in anticipation for what was to come. To his surprise, a meek and soft, 'Hello?' came forth. "Koh- Kohga? Is that you?" Just as the injured man thought. It was Keiichiro. Small footsteps were approaching him now, accompanied by a small orange glow. A lamp held by Keiichiro, who now was near all skin and bones, a walking corpse himself. "Ahh! My boy, how have you been? Look at you, you've grown a lot in the past 3 years." He walked up and patted Kohga on the shoulder of his injured arm, stirring a wince from the ninja. It was then that the elderly man noticed the trauma to his 'apprentices' arm. The old man's eyes were not what they used to be, but even he could see the fate of the arm after dealing with corpses for so long.
"Keiichiro, long time no see." He uttered with a forced smile, his body began to tremble ever so slightly. The weight of the fight and his injuries had begun to set in on him. Hunger struck his stomach, and thirst flooded his throat. "Would you mind if I troubled you for some food and drink?"
"Certainly not. After all, this is a reunion with cause for celebration! First though, how about we get you patched up?" With that, the two men began to walk towards the door. Both trembling, one from age and one from pain.