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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
While the calf had charged first in a fit of blind rage having gone mad in the presence of the scent of blood, she was not alone for long. Many of the herd soon followed her, but unlike her, their massive forms could not move through the thicket as fast. It would take them some time to break down all of the trees that dared to stand in their way.
Upon making it into the village, the calf, blinded with rage, attacked the first thing it saw. It just so happened that in this case the poor little boar happened to run straight for the one with tails as brilliant as a blazing fire. She rushed towards the white haired male, however he leaped high into the air and out of her line of sight. This confused her for a moment causing her movements to grind to a halt as she skidded to a stop. Only moments later did she squeal, loudly, like the pig-kin she was. She reared back trying to get the one who dare stab her in the back right between the bones of her rib cage, only to no avail. She would not be able to shake him off and when a second blade entered her eye before slicing into her brain shortly after, her life was quickly extinguished.
The scent of the blood of their kin in the air only served to infuriate the herd even more. They increased their speed through the thicket attempting to give the young one aid, only many of them only served to topple over each other and hinder their progress. The herd mother, however, crashed through the thicket from another direction entirely and made it to the scene just as her grand baby breathed her last. Infuriated she went to attack, only to notice an old foe. With a loud battle roar that sounded like the combination of an elephant's trumpet and a crescendo of snarling boars, she charged forward, crushing anything in her wake as she went to impale the man on her one good tusk. Only she'd soon lose sight of him. This would not stop her though as she continued on, destroying everything and anyone in sight.
Lowe twisted out of the boar's way when he landed, knowing that it would not respond kindly to such abuse. He was satisfied, however, to catch sight of the girl driving her blade through the skull of the beast, extinguishing its life.
Lowe's attention snapped to injured the male.
"MAMMOTH BOARS TRAVEL IN HERDS! WHERE THERE IS ONE THERE IS LIKELY FIVE TO TEN OF THEM!"
Well this was a hot mess they'd gotten themselves into, wasn't it?
“If you've got the energy to keep yelling, then stand up and fight.”
Unfortunately, sounds from the woods kept getting louder. It sounded less on the side of five and more on the side of ten, but the trees he could see dropping sent a pit of unease into his stomach.
"YOU BASTARDS! YOU ATTACKED ONE OF THEIR CALVES!"
Lowe didn't even take the urge to look back at the dead calf, no, his ears flattened—large earrings laying against his neck—as his slitted eyes took in the sight of the largest animals he had ever seen bursting out of the wood, all of them out for blood. Well, dayum. Lowe would rather hang himself by his own tails than turn them, and formed handseals, casting a genjutsu over the area. What had been the edge of the village turned to fire. Despite the rain, a fabricated heat permeated the air. No beast was stupid enough to run through fire, and that's exactly where these boars thought they were headed. Hopefully, despite their size, they were nothing more than dumb beasts.
“The fire is an illusion,” the kitsune called to his company, “focus on the boars!”
Well, shit. How the hell was she supposed to know anything about goddamn mammoth boars? This was a lovely mess they were in now, if there really was a whole herd somewhere behind the first boar.
"IF YOU CAN YELL AT US, YOU CAN GET YOUR SKINNY ASS OVER HERE AND HELP, SAV-SENPAI," she yelled back at him as her blade slid into the calf's brain. Wait a minute. Wait just a goddamn minute. That was a fucking calf?! Holy hell, how big were the rest of them?
Her jaw dropped when more of them came thundering out of the woods. The biggest one of all decided it wanted to make a tasty snack out of her senpai, but she had faith that he could handle it. Probably. Uh. Well, maybe. Hopefully.
Iku unsheathed her blade from the boar's head and flicked the blood off, moving closer to Lowe. "Hey, foxy. You can use fire. I can use wind. Wanna roast some boars?"
Oh course the big broad remembered him, who wouldn't after losing one of their most valuables and attaining a rather nasty gash to the face? Even so he continued to cling to her hair like a monkey climbing a tree. There was no way in hell he was going to let go and give her a target to curb stomp. Nope. Not happening. Instead he brandished his long-blade and sank it into her flank. Her flesh making a nice squelching sound beneath the force of his blade, and fresh, crimson tears leaked down across his left arm as he tried to force the blade in deeper and deeper.
The herd mother didn't even seem to notice the thorn in her side as she continued her bloodthirsty rage. The only thing the deterred her even the slightest being the 'fire' that now lined the side of the town. She stayed away from it, not exactly wanting to be burnt to a crisp despite the oncoming rain from above. Instead she now turned towards the five tailed brat, intending to squish him flat beneath her hoof.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING YOU SHITTY BASTARD!?" Saverio called out to the others, in a retort to them telling him to join the frey, as he attempted to dislodge himself, only to find that for nowhe was stuck. Son of a shit.
Meanwhile two more mammoth boars rampaged out of the thicket, these two obviously being much larger than the pup, but smaller in comparison to their herd mother. Judging based on how long their tusks were, they had to be adults. Perhaps one of these two was the calf's mother? Both of them would rush forward, both aiming to gut the albino female, however, with them competing to skewer her on their tusks, one would be knocked off course and into the illusionary flames. Squealing and hissing now, the boar, too stupid for its own good, ran off into the wilderness retreating out of fear of dying from the flames that it believed had caught onto its hair.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING YOU SHITTY BASTARD!?"
Lowe twitched his ears in irritation. Who did this plebeian think he was talking to? Lowe was above offering such filth a nasty retort. It was the man's fault the boars had even come, attracted by the stench of spilled blood. These pigs, by effect of this man, were threatening Lowe's source of income and place of rest until the date he'd chosen to move on. But Lowe wouldn't stoop to the level of saying cruel things. No, he was better than that.
"Hey, foxy. You can use fire. I can use wind. Wanna roast some boars?"
Lowe was about to answer her when a massive pair of boars both came running at them, much smaller than the towering boar but larger than the one that was labeled as a “calf.” One of the boars fell for his illusion and tore off squealing back into the forest, but the other was thundering straight towards them. With a curse, Lowe bit into the pommel of his tanto and body flickered towards the diminutive female, scooping her up and out of the boar's way. The building they'd been standing by exploded into debris as the gigantic creature collided with it, ringing out an ear-splitting squeal as it perceived itself crashing into the fire. This one seemed more determined than the one who'd left and he doubted it would run.
The girl in his arms was light and he stopped running to lift her, eyes on the boars. It would be troublesome if she got in the way. Three of his tails wrapped around her.
“Surround us in wind, hime, we're going to cook some barbeque.”
Wind was a feul for fire and provided a good buffer. It gave him an idea to fuel one of his jutsu. Shifting the girl in his grip, Lowe anchored her solidly to his back in a fashion similar to a hands-free piggy-back, and because of the stability his tails provided, she could be hands-free as well. If she could keep a layer of wind around them, then he'd really give them a reason to call him firefox, and perhaps burn the face off that hairy swine. Jutsu Used: Shunshin [Body Flicker]
Holy shit, and then the boars were charging. They were about mid-size, she’d guess, and it was absolutely fucking terrifying to see them running directly at her and the fox. Before she could react, she was in Lowe’s arms (something she absolutely would not protest).
Some tails wrapped around her – something she would absolutely take the time to enjoy if not for the boars – and she settled herself on his back, sheathing her tachi to allow her to get some wind in business. “You got it, foxy. But I’m no princess.” Sav could confirm that if the giant boar didn’t eat him.
She made the hand seals for one of her wind techniques and pumped as much chakra as she reasonably could into it, and then blew out, surrounding the two in a large tornado of wind. Winded (no pun intended) from using that much chakra, something she never really did, Iku leaned against him, breathing deeply. That was a goddamn pain in the lungs. “Good enough for you?” she rasped in his ear, grinning.
Fūton: Daitoppa [Wind Release: Great Breakthrough]
Saverio really didn't have the time of day to see just what the other two were doing, no rather he was too busy trying to get his fucking arm out of the motherfucking boar's flank. Squirming his hand within the warm insides wasn't doing much of anything to help, and to make matters worse, he couldn't just unlatch the long-blade from his arm because he was up to the fucking elbow in mammoth boar flesh. God fucking dammit.
Saverio grit his teeth as he whacked the boar's hide with his free right hand, only to no avail. The broad continued to thrash about, taking him for a ride, only now her thrashing was leading her into the thicket of the forest. Deep into the thicket at that. It seemed that the illusionary fire had done well to divert her attention, plus she was more interested in squashing the thorn in her side anyway. Saverio grimaced as he could feel the bones of her rib cage bearing down on his left arm, but not only that, the laceration of his right shoulder would throb as well. Damn his luck.
He soon used his surplus of chakra to stick himself to the broad's side as he reached into the folds of his coat before producing another scroll. It was tricky working with this and not dropping it, but somehow he managed to maneuver the scroll so he could produce the weapon within. An ornate rapier with the kanji for fang inscribed in the guard. It was known as the Shark Fang Blade, Samekiba. "It's time ya big broad..." He coated his blade in his right hand with chakra, drawing the nearby water from the rain to it, "TAKE A LONG NAP!" He stabbed into her flank repeatedly with his other blade, careful not to force the blade into her flesh too deeply lest he get that arm stuck too.
Meanwhile the boar that had charged Iku was now making her round after the woman had been saved by the fox boy. She came around now to face the two, and as the wind picked up, even as seemingly a tornado surrounded the two, she did not faulter in her advanced. She charged forward to impale the two where they stood on her tusks.
It was convenient she took well to her sudden shift in position. That would make things easier.
“Good enough for you?”
Lowe didn't care to answer her; he didn't know how long her wind would last. Instead he formed the needed handseals. The wind around them caught ablaze with fire—genuine fire, unlike the illusion—heating them exponentially. Their forms became obscured behind a solid armor of flames that took the shape of a large fox almost fifteen feet tall. The sheer amount of fuel more than doubled the size of his fox blaze, and what appeared to be a two-tailed bipedal kitsune stood to take the boar's charge. Putting his hands out, Lowe ran towards the charging boar, the fire's clawed paws extended to grip into the creature's tusks on impact. Because of the Tsuton nature Lowe possessed, the flames sparked into a bright blue trying to keep the heat high enough to combat the rain that fell.
The impact was great, but the solid flames formed a shielding barrier between himself and the massive creature. The stink of burned flesh and hair met the kitsune's nose as he used the boar's momentum and twisted the head upon impact, throwing it to the ground and getting the hell away, scraping his flaming body against the boar's own as it skid past him, causing the creature to release a deafening squeal as its flesh was seared. The flames burned out afterward, cold rain pelting both himself and the girl afterward. That wouldn't kill the boar, no, but it would either instill proper fear to encourage it to run off, or it would be even more enraged. The kitsune didn't really want to take that chance. Loosening the coils of his tails, he dropped the girl. Her blade was much longer than his.
“Kill it like the other!”
Whether it would work or not, Lowe didn't know. He didn't have experience handling creatures of such grandiose scale. But the brain was always behind the eyes, so hopefully the woman's blade was long enough to pierce into it, assuming the swine stayed grounded long enough for her to reach it. Jutsu Used: Kitsune no Hono [Fox Blaze]
Iku was a little concerned about her senpai, since the giant boar he'd been attacking was lumbering away into what was left of the forest with him still stuck to her side. Oh well. He could take care of himself, probably.
Holy shit fire. Fox boy surrounded them in fire - shaped like a fox, of course, because she hadn't been able to tell already that he had a massive ego, she needed a fifteen foot tall fox made of fire to confirm that one - and the air was filled with the scent of seared boar. Wonderful.
Now, in a normal situation, the girl didn't take well to being told what to do. In a normal situation, however, there wasn't a giant screaming boar that wanted to murder her and the fox for setting it on fire. So, for once in her life, Iku did what she was told and launched herself at the creature, driving her blade through its eye. The boar squealed and thrashed - the sword hadn't gone deep enough, well fuck - lifting its massive head off the ground.
Iku shrieked. She would never admit it to anyone, but she did. "Fox fucker damn well better catch me if I fall," she muttered under her breath, dangling in the air. It was a good thing her sword was firmly wedged into the creature's eye, otherwise she'd be in deep shit. Well. She was kind of in deep shit anyway. How the fuck was she supposed to kill the damn thing now?
Sword plunged firmly into her left socket, fleeting away with her sight in the orb, the enraged, injured, broad stood up bringing the albino damsel with her. She shrieked into the rain cooled air and thrashed her head about despite the pain in her form. Only this would prove to be her undoing, as she raised the woman higher and higher into the air with her own thrashing. She thus caused the blade to sink deeper with the woman in tow. It would sever something quite important, barely penetrating her frontal lobe. She let out one last fierce squeal before falling. Dead.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. All Saverio could do was hold on for dear life as he found that despite the profuse bleeding from her flank -due to his repeated stabbing- she was not slowing at all in her rampage. His left arm was still stuck with his long-blade likely being lodged in her rib cage, and was causing him to have to go for a very uncomfortable ride. This caused the rogue to grit his teeth as he brought Samekiba up again -wincing due to the wounded shoulder- and poured his chakra into the blade. This caused the rainwater to collect, rapidly, along the blade until it was entirely coated in water. "SOORYAAAAAH!" He cried out as he used his chakra to manipulate the form of the water while plunging the blade into her flank. He used this water to extend the blade's length, and therefore allowed him to do damaged that would cause her to stumble and fall forward before landing on her flank and skidding to a halt. Thank god the flank she landed on wasn't his flank. "YOU SON OF A SHIT! YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME DIDN'T YOU!?" Well duh.
He gritted his teeth again as he noticed her flank rising and falling with every heaved breath. Well at least she was down for now, and it didn't seem like any others would be joining him. So he grit his teeth, quite hard now, and pulled his left arm back as hard as he could in an attempt to free it. That was when several things happened. First came a distinct sound of a crack. The long-blade broke. Next came a sharp pain in his forearm. The bone fractured. Add a severe pain in the shoulder as well. Dislocation. Then that squelching noise assaulted his ears as blood splattered everywhere upon him freeing his arm at long last. Only his arm was useless. Fuck.
Standing up tall now he spat at her, "Tch, pathetic sow. Best of dead," he growled as he grasped his limp left arm with his right.
The kitsune cursed when the action didn't quite go as planned. Yeah, she'd gotten the eye, but she hadn't gone in deep enough and the beast lifted her right off the ground, fiercely trying to dislodge her. The movements seemed to only bring the boar to its doom, for it ceased its movements entirely with an earsplitting squeal not long after. The diminuative girl having been dislodged, the fox jumped to catch her, taking to the top of a roof to get a good vantage into the forest, keeping the girl in his arms. The following silence was eerie, but once the ring of the squeal died down from Lowe's ears, he could hear the rumble of fighting coming from within the forest. Another beat of silence, then a massive impact with the earth, many trees shaking.
Five fiery tails swayed independently of eachother, crimson eyes shimmering with gold as his slitted gaze sought life from within the wood. He saw nothing, and his ears pointed forward to pick up sound. Nothing.
“The head of the herd has fallen,” he stated, finally setting the younger girl on her feet. “We should see if your companion survived.”
The boar's flailing ended up driving her blade deeper, eventually killing the stupid fuck. Thankfully, when the creature's wild movements dislodged Iku, the fox was thoughtful enough to catch her. "Thanks." Her blade was firmly wedged in the dead boar's eye socket, but he didn't set her down so she could attempt to dislodge it.
From the rooftop... she still couldn't see shit. Although she wouldn't be surprised if everybody in the damn country heard the herd mother fall. Was she worried about Sav? Little bit. Just a little. "Bah, it'd take more than a giant boar to kill Sav-senpai," she told Lowe, waving her hand. Still, they'd best go check on him and make sure he wasn't impaled on a tusk or bleeding out or something.
"We'd better go get him, else he'll get really bitchy."
He ground his teeth and grasped his arm something fierce. His breaths were coming and going in ragged gasps. First his right shoulder was fucked up by some god damn hunter nin, and now his left arm was made useless by a damn boar. It made him absolutely furious. "HEEEEEEEEEEY!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he drove the heel of his boot into the temple of the sow's head, "YOU FUCKING BROKE MY ARM YOU SON OF SHIT!" He began to repeatedly kick her in the temple now as if attempting to crush her skull beneath the force of his foot despite the fact that her skull could simply crush him by using him like a pillow. "HOW COULD YOU BREAK MY FUCKING ARM YOU MOTHER FUCKER FUCKING FUCK!!!!" His voice echoed making him quite the target now in the rain storm.
Oh man was he thoroughly pissed. He was pissed to the point that his blood was absolutely boiling and when another boar attempted to run over to blindside him, instead it ran away like a dog with its tail between its legs. The bloodlust that oozed out of the man was definitely something to fear. His voice came out of a throat like a savage growl and he yelled to the non-existent gods once again, "HEEEEY! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU FUCKER!? HEEEEEEEEEY! DO SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING!" Yup he was pissed beyond all rationality at this point. "HEEEEEEEEEEEY!" He pounded his foot into her skull again. "DIE!" Now his words simply dumbed down to one, 'Die'. Over and over he shouted the word as he pounded and ground his foot into her skull. Over and over he repeated this process until her flank ceased to rise and fall, and covered in blood, he was convinced she was dead. By that point he would have certainly appeared as though some sort of savage beast.
"BITCH!" He growled pounding his foot down one last time as more blood splattered onto his clothing. He panted almost like a dog now. His breath was coming in even worse ragged gasps. It was actually getting harder for him to breathe, but why? He wasn't pounding in her skull any mo- Oh god... He had failed to notice, because it was also covered in her blood, but his left arm was bleeding something fierce. Great. Blood loss was it. Fun. Son of a shit.
The kitsune set the girl on her feet without response, looking out into the forest as the ground settled from the massive impact, many birds filling the drenching sky from fear.
"Bah, it'd take more than a giant boar to kill Sav-senpai."
Her concern was quite evident. As he was about to say something, she spoke again.
"We'd better go get him, else he'll get really bitchy."
“We,” she said. The threat was over. For what reason would he want to travel into the forest to check on the welfare of a stranger? The fact that he was even expected to do it was degrading. The rain soaked through his hair, clothes, and fur. For what reason would he want to stay around; he'd protected what he'd intended to. But if the older male was injured, the girl wouldn't be able to do anything about it if he had to guess, taking her size into consideration. He supposed he could grace them with just one more favor.
Landing nimbly on the ground with a leap, he gathered his belongings—which thankfully would be dry inside the bag—and slung the bag over his shoulder to enter the wood. It didn't take a genius to figure out where the male was; his large ears captured the sounds of the yelling and swearing echoing through the entire wood with ease.
When the swordsman came into view, Lowe could instantly tell he was injured. It was clear the large volume of blood—the sickening stench which permeated the air—did not all belong to the silverette, but the male's stance and behavior, and the way his left arm was held unnaturally told him otherwise. Perhaps it was good he had come, after all. His rejected cloth from before could be tied around the arm with sticks to brace it until help was found. It wasn't much, but it would be of some help.
Iku landed neatly on the ground beside the fox and immediately headed toward Sav's location. He wasn't very difficult to find, considering the crazed screaming and whatnot. Sheesh, was she gonna have to smack some sense into him? Not that that would be easy; she kind of had trouble reaching his face to smack him. Maybe foxy would give her a boost with his soft tails. That would be nice.
Instead, she just grabbed a handful of his long, silky hair and tugged on it. Not hard enough to rip it out, because he'd kill her, but hard enough to get his attention. "Calm the fuck down before I decide to knock you out, Sav-senpai," she ordered, digging in her pack for something to use to clean the blood off of him. All she could come up with was another undershirt. Sighing forlornly, she carefully pressed the shirt against his arm, gently wiping off all the blood so they could properly assess what was wrong with him. It was obvious that his arm was broken, but it was important to know the location of the break and how clean it was.
The genin hissed softly under her breath, wincing and giving her senpai a sympathetic pat on the unbroken arm. "Promise I won't let you bleed out, senpai." She twisted around to look at Lowe. "Find something I can use as a splint to keep his arm straight." Discarding the bloody shirt on the ground, she sorted through her pack until she found a spool of tough wire to tie around whatever the fox found to use as a splint and keep his arm in place. She'd either dig out another undershirt or get the other man's cloth to wrap around Sav's arm as a bit of a cushion for the injury.
At the moment, Iku was quite thankful for her knowledge of first aid; kami knows she'd needed it enough herself, and now she was using what she'd learned to help her senpai. Not that he would appreciate it very much; he'd probably huff and call her a brat and not even give her a friendly goodbye kiss before he up and left. Bastard. But that was alright; it was just how Sav was, and she was perfectly alright with that.