Chapter 32: Episode 30

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Shibata cautiously snuck into the compound, hiding her petite form under the covers of darkness. This was her forte, the one thing she had spent her entire childhood training to excel at, and excelled at it she did. Despite their own training, her former comrades in Kiyoshi didn't even come close to noticing her presence, let alone catching her as she slipped past group and group of patrolmen completely undetected. It was a testament to her talent compared to her peers, yet Shibata did not take pride in it. After her years of effort, all dedicated to practicing the Art, it would have been embarrassing if she couldn't even do this much.

Shibata jumped from the roof she had occupied, the pommel of her katana slamming into a guard's head. The poor man dropped almost instantly, knocked out cold from the blunt force to the back of his head, but he was not dead. She didn't want to kill him, there was no point. It's not his fault Cpt. Danzo was a traitorous, ungrateful bastard, he was simply doing his job, trying his hardest feed himself and his family. She gave the same treatment for the rest of the group of six. Two didn't even react to her existence before being struck unconscious.

The other four managed to pull out their respective weapons, but they were dealt with nonetheless. She swiftly kicked their downed forms into the overgrown bushes hearing footsteps approached. She frowned as she took in the sight– Untended lawns that had been entirely consumed by ugly wild-weeds; ponds a murky brown color as though someone had taken a dump in it; the potted bonsai trees with tattered leaves, dotted by unhealthy yellow and roots that looked ready to crumble at the slightest touch. It was both unsightly and disgraceful to her eyes, and those feelings only swelled as she remembered exactly who it was that owned the property.

"Tsk–" Shibata clicked her tongue, loathing evident in her expression. "Danzo…"

Disgust crept up her mouth as she mouthed the name of the traitor she was to assassinate. An attack on the Lord was an attack on the entirety of Kiyoshi. Without his prompting, she was certain the others wouldn't have dared to rebel so openly. Sure, they might have dealings under the table, methods to undermine the Young Lord and Sasaki-sama's authority, but they wouldn't have dared to do something so outrageous, to turn a blind eye while their Liege was being hunted down like a dog in their own turf. Still, the fault lied partly with Lord Akio himself– The boy, for that's all he was to her, was a pathetic excuse of a Leader.

His incompetence and cowardice were simply peerless amongst his generation. It had cost Kiyoshi and, by default, the Captains fortunes. She might have loathed Danzo, but she despised Nishiki Akio with a passion. His late father would have never allowed the situation to develop 'till this point. He would have nipped the rebellion in the buds, stomped his enemies to dust and scattered their ashes to the four winds. Sasaki-sama, had he not been held back by his heritage and Akio's stupidity, those like Danzo would have died long ago. "Open caskets wouldn't even have been an option for them…"

Shibata waited for the patrolmen to pass, then she snuck into the tranquil house that sat atop the small landmass surrounded by water, the same house that, according to their informants, belonged to Danzo's favorite mistress. She landed on the rooftop, carefully removing the tile to see a busty young girl getting ready for her nightly bath. The bastard had hordes of women similar to her stashed all over Shibuya, just so he could easily 'visit' one wherever he was. "Does he think he's an Emperor?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously, watching the maids prepared said girl's yukata.

The dress had none of the simplicity that Shibata had grown to love, rather resembling those once possessed by concubines of Ancient Japan. Apparently, this was a hobby of his, simply so he could experience the luxurious lives the 'Sons Of Heaven' once did. Shibata dropped to the floor, her steps silent like the padded paws of a cat as the maids retreated outside. In a flash, she had her katana pressed against the girl's neck and a hand to her mouth to muffled the startled scream. "Be quiet if you don't want your head to depart from your neck. Now, I'm going to remove my hand, and should you let out even a squeak…"

She trailed off ominously, pausing to let the words sink in, before continuing. "Nod once if you understand." She had to admit, she took pleasure in frightening her targets, it was quite amusing to see the them bobbing their head like a broken doll, eager to keep their lives. Shibata almost couldn't keep down the giggle bubbling up her throat, almost. But, she had a part to play, and that part just happened to be the scary, no-nonsense hitwoman on a mission. A part that required her to channel her innermost killer, something she was very, very fucking good at if her parents' words were to be trusted.

Bloodlust rolled off her, thicker than soup as the girl stiffened, her form shaking like she a tree in the center of a horrifying storm. "W- W- What do you want? My lover is–" Shibata shushed the girl into silence. Having participated in a few assassinations before, courtesy of her parents, she had heard all kinds of threats spoken in all kinds of manners. Most were direct, some were subtle and the rest were a combination of threats and briberies. At first, she did find it funny, but after hearing variations of the same threat dozens of times, she only found it incredibly irritating. "Shut it. I know who your lover is, I'm here for him."

"I- I–" The girl stammered, forcing a big gulp of saliva down as she struggled to compose herself. "D- Don't kill me?" Finally, she managed to reluctantly finish her sentence, followed by a hesitant and nervous chuckle. The act alone must have taken all the winds from her sails, because the girl slumped back abruptly, body seemingly weak with terror. Shibata traced her jawline, then gently held the girl's chin with her fingers as she whispered, voice dripping with sexual undertone. "That's it… Won't you be good for me?" Shibata blew in the girl's ears, smirking lightly underneath her mask.

In her experiences, fear and horniness always went hand-in-hand, just as hate and love did. With the girl stuck in a state of confusion, it's even easier for Shibata to slip pass her mental defenses and into the depth of her subconscious to plant suggestions. It's not something Shibata Eri was proud of, but she couldn't deny the Nine Yin Scriptures' usefulness as a tool. It's one of the many legendary Martial Scriptures speculated to have been forever lost to the River Of Time by most, if not all of Wulin… Shibata knew better. The original had indeed been destroyed ages ago, but there were still several copies in her family library.

It's partly responsible for her ridiculous ability to comprehend the Art, seeing as the Scripture itself directly influenced the Mental and Spiritual aspects of Humans, or Od as the Mages named it. It even indirectly affected the development of the brain once cultivated to the limits, but its best technique, in her humble opinions, was the Eye Of Soul, allowing its practitioners to command the weak-willed to their heart's content. It's similar to the Mages' Compulsion, or Leo's [Mesmerize], but in comparison, it was much more limited in some ways and flexible in other.

One such limit was its inability to affect someone whose Will was stronger than its practitioner. While Mages could simply increase their Mana output to mess with the target's mind in most cases, Eye Of Soul would fail and the backlash could even cause severe brain-damages to its practitioners. It was a dangerous ability and if she wasn't at least ninety percent sure her targets had weaker wills than herself, Shibata would have never attempted to use it. "Listen to me–" She spoke to the dazed girl, tone now carrying an otherworldly echo that sounded both haunting and beautiful.

Shibata took out a neatly folded package, inside contained a special poison that would cripple a Martial Artist's ability to purposefully control their Dantian, then she instructed the girl to discreetly sprinkle it in Danzo's beverage once he arrived.

Danzo was powerful, of that there was no doubt. Regardless of his schemes and plots, he wouldn't have gotten to where he was without actual Martial Prowess to back up his ambitions, but Shibata knew she could defeat him with her trump cards. Shibata had total confidence in successfully killing the traitorous snake, but she couldn't do it without alerting the guards, which would just complicate her mission, and that wasn't acceptable. Although she might identify as a Martial Artist, she was an assassin at heart, one that must put her missions above all else, nothing could or would ever change that. Granted, had the situation been any less dire, she might have considered taking the risk, if only to prove to herself that she could.

Done with her preparations, Shibata sat hidden in the bathroom, thoughts of the preceding night filling her mind.

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"Right now, we have two major problems that need to be resolved, either through peace or war: The traitor Danzo and the Mages themselves." Sasaki licked his lips, hands clutching his wound as blood spilt from his mouth. Shibata had been ready to help, but she was waved away by the man. "I'm fine. Back to the issue at hands, about those two, as long as they are dealt with, the rest will eventually fall back in line, which is why I propose you all split into two separate teams– One will hunt down Danzo and give him mercy." There was nothing merciful about what they were going to do to that traitorous bastard, she would make sure of it.

"The second will try to negotiate with the Mages, and should that fail, offer them a one-way ticket to depart from the Living World." His gaze turned to Leo, their affiliated Magus. Shibata felt the boy shift uncomfortably in his seat, visibly unfamiliar with the attention given, but to his credit, he was doing a remarkable job at hiding it. "I'm afraid we will need your help in this matter, Leo-san. Of course, we will understand if you choose to not interfere, this is our internal matters after all…" The boy didn't answer, seemingly weighing his options. He wouldn't refuse, Shibata just knew.

He wasn't the cowardly type and he clearly valued relationship. The Mages had sent their dogs after the boy's little girlfriend, which according to his psychological profile, wasn't something he could tolerate. 'He is fishing for more benefits.' It wasn't honorable of him, then again, the boy had no ties to Kiyoshi beyond their very recent contract, he had no obligation to help in any way whatsoever. Just the fact that he stayed instead of getting the fuck out of town was already to be appreciated in her humble opinions. "I can help you with the Mages, but…"

He trailed off, eyes scanning their group, eventually landing on her, then fixing on the pale-faced Sasaki. "It will cost you, and it won't be cheap." No one rebuked him, not even the usually brash Bakugou. They had come to a tacit understanding of sort. While their bonds had certainly grown within the last few days, nobody actually expected the boy to do this for free. She definitely wouldn't were she in his shoes. "I can assure you, should my brother and I survive this ordeal, we will generously compensate you for your time. Money, Scriptures, Manuals or all three, as long as it doesn't harm us and isn't dishonorable…"

"Don't worry–" The boy-Magus chuckled. "I won't make you do something that goes against your conscience. Now…" Leo leaned against the table. "About our plan, I don't care who you send to quell the rebellion and kill that Danzo guy, but the Mages are mine."

For the slightest moments, as Hell itself seemed to materialize and sinners' mournful cries, alongside the heartbeats of the Devil hammered against her ears, Shibata felt fear. She was truly, genuinely afraid of the boy, the same boy that she had come to care for, the boy whose silhouette had been overlapped by someone– Something– The Embodiment Of Evil that threatened to consume all in its path. Suddenly, it was gone. Everything went back to normal, the broken and battered building they currently resided in was still there, unchanged.

The cries and screams gone like poofs of illusive smoke. The only evidence of such happening left were the pale, bloodless faces of their group. 'What the actual fuck?' Shibata gritted her teeth, terror-stricken as she stared unblinkingly at the boy– The Magus. "What was that?!" She muttered, a whisper that didn't quite escape the Supernaturally good hearing of Leo. The Magus smirked devilishly, his tortoise green eyes appearing to shine balefully in total contrast with the darkness that danced amongst them. "That, Shibata-tan, was one of the few tricks I haven't, hadn't shown y'all yet… Surprise?"

"T- Then it's settled? Leo-san will deal with the Mages." Even her long-admired Sasaki could only stammer nervously at the shit-eating grin plastered on the Magus' face. True to his personality, Sasaki soon regained his composure, his gaze leaving the Magus to turn towards her, yet she could feel his attention hadn't entirely left the dangerous Magus. "Shibata, I'm afraid I'll have to give you the hard task of assassinating Danzo on your own." Bakugou screamed at that. "What?! Why? And what are we supposed to do?!" He grumbled angrily, expression set in a square, burning fury that would have sent shivers down Sasaki's spine had he been a lesser man.

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Shibata also noted that Bakugou was likely the sole person to remain somewhat unaffected by Leo's little… Demonstration of his ability. Her Liege, Sasaki sighed tiredly, fingers massaging his forehead. "Bakugou, you and Okamoto will have your own part to do, but I have to go into details about Shibata's mission first, will you please take your seat?" Bakugou, as always, didn't back down immediately, glaring at Sasaki with red eyes that seemed a touch away from spewing fire. Thankfully, Okamoto was able to keep a reign on him, pulling him back.

Still, the staring contest didn't end until Bakugou finally broke eye contact, clicking his tongue loudly. "Whatever." He said, arms crossed and head turned to face the door, yet the expression on his face was stone-cold. "Back to the topic at hands… Shibata will be sent to assassinate Danzo I have contacts that keep track on him, I'll give you the details in a minute, but before that–" Sasaki paused, then addressed the young Magus with an apologetic frown. "Leo-san, do you know anything about Curses?"

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Shibata quickly snapped out of her daydream, hearing the gruff voice of an older man outside the bathroom. It was a voice she was quite familiar with, having heard it multiple times during her stay in Kiyoshi. It was the voice of the traitor that had betrayal coursing through his veins, ambitions in his mind and lust that overwhelmed his rationality. The few occasions she had gotten to meet the old creep was more than enough to make her shudder in revulsion, the feeling of his slanted, slimy eyes gluing to her chest and rear had been particularly disturbing, especially considering he was even older than her late grandfather, who had been dead due to old age and internal injuries for seven to eight years now.

Shibata readied her blade, the tang shimmering under the weak, flickering lightbulbs.

Her target was here, mere feet away from her location. It would have been easy, so easy to just shove the pointy-end of her sharpened katana into his back and skewer him while he was trying to make his old 'thing' work properly. She was certain it would have been beyond humiliating, a more than fitting death for the lowly traitor, but she kept a tight reign on the impulse. 'Keep calm, Eri. You will get to kill him soon enough, just wait for a bit…' Shibata repeated in her head like a mantra.

Finally, she heard coughing and wheezing. The smile on her face was dark as she burst outside. There he was, Danzo– The traitor, the lustful old creep, the piece of crap she had been itching to butcher the very second they met. He stood opposite to her, his grey hair seemingly two shades whiter, eyes sunken, face boney and sharp now that the Ki in his Dantian was no longer revolving normally. In fact, his entire body appeared to have deflated, similar to a punctured, human-shaped balloon. He stared at her, then at his mistress who sat motionlessly on the side, terrified and confused.

"Sasaki-sama sends his regard." Her katana flashed. Sadly, it did not reach its target, blocked by the table Danzo had flung in between them. It didn't cost her anything to remove the blade, but in that time, Danzo had retreated almost four to five feet away. As expected, even wasted, poisoned and confused, Himura Danzo wasn't one to be trifled with. Although he couldn't utilize his Ki, not intentionally at least, his body had been honed by seven, nearly eight decades of practicing the Art, and his instinct, while dulled due to a lack of field-works in his advanced age, was enough to save his hide.

He opened his mouth to shout for the guards. Unfortunately, every guard in the vicinity had been knocked unconscious already. Shibata kicked a chair at him, the piece of furniture shattering against his back, along with his spine. He let out a pained croak, brows furrowed, too weak to even scream as he fell forwards, face-first into the door he was moments away from opening. "Why don't you take a seat, Danzo?" Shibata giggled, a devilish smile on her face. She approached Danzo's fallen form, stroking her blade gently while the man tried to escape from her via crawling like a toddler.

Then, he stopped in his track, turning over on his back. "Wa- Wait" He brought up his arms protectively, though it was not much protection, given the only things that stood before her and his fleshy appendages were flimsy fabrics. "Why do you still follow Sasaki! The fool isn't even a real Nishiki, and it's his negligence that led to this!" He got up, legs trembling and weak thanks to the spinal injury he had just received. "Follow me–" He yelled, a sense of calmness seemed to wash over him. "Follow me and you can have whatever you want. Things that Sasaki can't give you, I will offer–"

Shibata slammed the heel of her foot into his face. The resulting crunch was satisfying, but not nearly as much as the wails that followed afterwards. "Y- You–!" Shibata kicked him again, and again, and again until all that was left of his face was a bloody mess still struggling to breath. "You know, it would be awfully inconvenient for you to offer me anything with your tongue cut off, wouldn't it? Be even harder if you are tongue-less, headless corpse…" The old creep didn't need to hear anymore to know where her allegiance lied, his eyes widened as he backed away in panic.

Shibata grabbed him by the hair. "I've wanted to do this since two years ago." From her sleeve came a hidden knife aimed directly at the traitor's crotch. Immediately, he paled with fright, desperately trying to cross his legs, but it was too late, his attempt was futile. The knife swiftly sliced off his prick in one smooth motion; its edges, empowered by Shibata's Ki, ripped the organ to shreds in his pants. There were hundreds of ways to reconnect certain organs with Ki, which was why she didn't just cut it off, she wanted him to suffer like the dog he was. And, suffer he did.

Shibata had to slap a hand to his mouth to prevent the agonized, wrathful scream that he released. "YOU! YOU FUCKSHING BITCHEE!!!" Shibata just smirked, winking at him patronizingly and allowing the insults to pour in one ear, then straight out the other. "How… Unoriginal. I've already gotten that a few dozens times already." She swung her blade mockingly. Even though her facial features had been covered, it was surprising how much emotion a person could convey with eyebrows alone. Blood spurted from the now decapitated corpse, the head rolling on the floor almost vengefully.

On it, an expression of fear and despair, one that Shibata took extreme pleasure in savoring. "It's rather anti-climatic, but–" She sighed softly, the bloodthirsty expression on her disappeared like an illusion, as though it was never there. "Mission accomplished, Sasaki-sama."

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

"I'd be a poor Magus if I don't even know about one of the main Branch of Magecraft." The brat chuckled dryly as his eyes bore into his boss. Bakugou didn't need to be very observant to see something was affecting Sasaki, his breathing was erratic and his Ki was jumping up and down, left to right, it was all over the place– A common sign of Ki Deviation, which was one of the deadliest hurdles a Martial Artist could undergo in their life. Often, unresolved Ki Deviation would lead to changes in personality and/or behavior, a noticeable decrease in fighting prowess and potential.

For some, they would only have to deal with one of the listed detriments, but from the look of it, the boss was experiencing all three. 'Not a good sign…' Bakugou told himself.

With the organization falling to pieces and the boss going through Ki Deviation, the smart thing to do would be to back out when he still had the chance, his mother– That raging blonde hag might complain, she might scream at him for forsaking his honor, but Bakugou knew deep down in that infernal asteroid-field she called a heart, she wouldn't blame him. The entire reason he had agreed to join Kiyoshi was to repay his mother's past debt to the organization, and he had paid their due long ago. "Then I'll have to trouble you later, I'm afraid I've been straddled with a rather… Malicious Curse."

He snapped out of his daze as their conversation continued. "I'll see what I can do, but again–" Bakugou snorted, repeating in a singsong voice mockingly. "'It will cost you'. Yeah, yeah, you have told us that many times. Can we get to the real meat of the meeting already?" He wasn't a very patient man nor was he reasonable, that much Bakugou knew, having inherited his mother's personality, flaws and temper, but it did bother him seeing his teammates flare with annoyance or fright at his words. Not that he would ever admit that verbally, still… "Can you pipe down for a bit, blondie?"

The young Magus rolled his eyes at him, the audacity! At least he wasn't a stuttering coward like his childhood friend, Bakugou thought as he turned away, unwilling to meet eyes with any of those present out of sheer stubbornness. "As I was saying, Shibata will assassinate Danzo. I have information pertaining to his whereabouts, the routes he's most likely to take and places he often spends the night in, I'll give that to you after the meeting. Do what you wish with the information, as long as the bastard is dead by tomorrow, I don't really care."

"Wait, wait… I thought the rest of organization turned on you? Where are you getting the information from?" The question regarding the integrity of the information remained unvoiced, but everyone in the room was smart enough to notice it, everyone besides Okamoto that was. 'Till this day, Bakugou still didn't understand what prompted the girl to join Kiyoshi when she was clearly not suitable for the job. She was talented, but talent alone couldn't make up for her mentality. Sure enough, the girl was looking around as confused as ever.

"Just because Kiyoshi has betrayed me, doesn't mean I'm totally incapable without it. Anyways, the majority of the Captains are taking a neutral stance, only Ikamaru Shen actually supports Danzo–" Sasaki's eyes shot at Bakugou as he added. "Which is why I'm letting Bakugou and Okamoto deal with him and his phonies. Unlike Danzo's, the Eighth Division has undergone many changes within the last three years, the old personnel have all been replaced by Ikamaru. None is trustworthy, capture them if you can, but" don't risk it. Kill them if you must. Understood?" Okamoto nodded rapidly.

Bakugou just scoffed. He didn't need the reminder, in his opinions, Sasaki should have had the Captains executed on charge of rebellion and disloyalty. Then again, he was well aware such actions would push the neutral to act against them, and even if their small group did succeed in dismantling the Captains, Kiyoshi as a whole would be finished for good. Yet, his mind simply couldn't reconcile with the fact that those rotten cunts who talked about honor and respect all day, the same cunts that allowed their Liege to be chased like a dog would likely get off with naught but a slap on the hand.

In a perfect World, those bastards would lie five feet under the soil where he would piss on. It was maddening to think about… Sadly, that's reality: Crazy and oftentimes disappointing. Okamoto solemnly responded. "Roger that, Sasaki-sama!" Or, well, as solemn as the airhead could be. Bakugou, on the other hand, merely bobbed his head to indicate that he had received and acknowledged the man's order. Then, after hearing only silence, he finally spoke albeit reluctantly. "Got it…"

"Good. Tomorrow night, there will be an attack at the Red-light district where the Eighth Division is situated, Ikamaru will be there and you two will kill him along with his guards. This is to clean house and also to send a message to the others." His gaze suddenly sharpened, the traces of weakness seemingly wiped completely from his expression. "You two will need help so go to Inu-Kami Temple, they will lend you their aid. I want both that traitor and his hired thugs to die without an intact corpse." Bakugou smirked, his palms flashing with balls of Ki that glowed ominously as he chuckled. "That can be arranged."

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

He looked at the burning building with disinterest, then he shifted his attention to the disciples of the Inu-Kami Temple hiding in the crowds. Bakugou had not a clue how his boss, Sasaki was able to rope this guys in. Given their long history in Shibuya, just asking to enter was already a pain and a half, let alone being lent actual disciples by them. Granted, these so-called disciples were disciples only in name, they were more servants that had been rewarded for their services with the most basic breathing and Ki technique. To put it bluntly, they were cannon-fodders, lowliest of the lows in the Temple, still…

'Whatever, it's none of my business.' While he was surprised, Bakugou didn't care much for politics. What kind of dealings Sasaki had with the Temple's Abbot, it had got nothing to do with him. He was merely here to kick asses and prove that he was the best Martial Artist of the current generation. Maybe, just maybe being able to one-up on the pompous shitstain named Danzo might have added a little motivation. "Where the FUCK is this guy?" He grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently as he searched for signs of the Eighth Captain. He couldn't understand how this guy was promoted to Captain, but he definitely didn't manage it using work ethic, that's for certain.

At last, after what felt like years to the blonde, he could hear shouting at the back of the crowds. Sounds of bodies shoved, people talked down to notified him of the shitstain's presence. Ikamaru Shen was a thirty-years old man with balding head, shifty eyes and way too big an ego for his ability to handle. He was truly below average at everything. Yes, he got the hypocrisy in his disdain for the man, being quite arrogant himself, but Bakugou's ego was supported by his immense talent in the Art, not some sort of false powers received through possibly bribery and connections.

Bakugou glared at the older man, walking a few steps back then charged. Ki erupted from his feet, throwing him towards the unknowing man like a cannon-ball. Just as the Eighth, or rather one of his men realized they had been lured here and ambushed, Okamoto's wires sprung to entrap the group. It was perfect. Not exactly the Art-blazing fight Bakugou had expected and prepared for, but if things went off without a hitch, their lives were as good as in their hands. "Die, fuckers!" Noticing the commotion, those of the Inu-Kami Temple jumped to action as well.

"ENEMIES ATTACK!" One of them yelled to alert the others, Bakugou wasn't sure who it was in this blurry mess, but he wouldn't be deterred by just that. He slammed a clenched fist, bulging with veins at one, using the momentum to kick at Ikamaru's wide-eyed face. He could almost taste sweet, sweet victory, but… 'Blocked?!' That single kick of his was able to snap several, if not a dozen of street lamps all stack on top of each other. "How did you–?!" Bakugou didn't manage to finish his sentence as the now grinning Ikamaru threw him into the trash.

The crowds roared with fear, stampeding away from the fights that were breaking out left, right and center in the vicinity. The two sides abandoned all hesitation and ran at their chosen opponent, or opponents in some cases. In the distance, Bakugou could hear Okamoto scream his name. Finally, he crash-landed on the trash, too surprised to even maneuver in the air with his Ki balls. "Katsuki-chan!"

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