It was over, just like that. The bleeding remnants of Jekial Kataneri floating motionless in a quiet swamp amidst a scene that had seen untold slaughter and only one man was left standing. Osamu took the time to catch his breath but wasted little more then that before walking over to his felled opponent and standing over him. He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak, but still bowed his head in the sort of reverence one would give an old brother in arms before turning and heading back in the direction of the small shack that hid away all the cause for this fighting. It was over.
Or so it should have been.
Osamu’s steps stopped abruptly before he could exit the water and the mute’s eyes lit up in shock as he came to a sharp realization that it was his entire body that was simply refusing to respond. It was a paralysis unlike anything he had ever felt because even his unique bloodline ability wasn’t responding to his calls. There he stood frozen completely.“I really hate it when I have to try, ya know?”
The voice was Katane’s scratchy bass and despite Osamu’s inability to turn around to watch the Jekial, he could hear the obvious noises of the man slowly rising to his feet. Katane indeed made little effort to conceal his intentions as anyone who achieved a checkmate would and simply let his techniques run their course. A few sloshing steps later he appeared in front of the large mute with a smile and what was left of his clothing hanging off his body. He folded his hands together and cracked each joint in preparation.“I’d say I was sorry for all this but the truth is I’m not. If ya aren’t strong enough to kill me I gotta kill ya, that is just that way life works. I will say though that this one was personal.”
Immediately upon finishing speaking Katane’s hand both flashed forward and dug into Osamu’s chest. Crimson shot out in all directions and it only took a few seconds before the large Jounin crumbled into a heap over Katane’s shoulder and arms. The Jekial let out a slight snicker and the swamp water began to stir once more as the blood in it began to flow back into the man. He removed his hands from the two large holes in Osamu’s chest and heaved the man up onto a shoulder before turning and heading back on his own path to the shack.
By the time he arrived, there was a veritable pile slung over the man as he had collected the two felled guards as well. With little time wasted, he laid out all of his casualties on the floor and began stuffing them all into individual body bags and arranging them neatly on the floor. He scribbled a name onto each note card that fit into the front and then pulled out a larger card and sat down at the desk, setting to work on a final note.
~They killed the scientists before I got here. Sucks I know but I dealt with the problem. My teams is dead and your ass is on it’s own to find the others. This work is getting too damn tiring. Whoever finds this make sure it makes its way to Mizukage-sama.
P.S. You know where to find me and I expect new pieces to replace the ones I lost.
A single bloody fingerprint signed the note and when he was finished with his quick scrawling, he tossed it onto the desk top and exited with his two clones in toe. Each carried stacks upon stacks of files in black folders as the trio disappeared into the thick mist outside. The door was left bent and broken, covered in blood and letting the whole world witness the destruction within. Katane’s mission was for bodies – not a clean up.