章節 68: Kiba Investigation
Kiba, along with his desire to prove his strength, embarked on a journey through the slums of the capital city. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the narrow alleyways that snaked through the impoverished district. With his loyal companion, Akamaru, by his side, Kiba ventured forth, his senses sharp and his instincts honed.
As they made their way through the labyrinthine streets, Kiba engaged in a conversation with Akamaru, relying on their unique bond to gather information. "Keep your nose sharp, Akamaru," Kiba whispered, glancing around at the wary eyes peering at them from the ramshackle buildings. "Something's not right here."
Akamaru let out a low growl, his ears perked up as he scanned the surroundings. "I sense fear and unrest, Kiba. The people here seem troubled."
Kiba nodded, his brow furrowed in concern. "We need to find out what's going on. Let's start by asking around." He approached a group of locals who had been covertly watching their every move. "Hey, you there! Have you heard anything about a mysterious new group in the area?"
The bystanders exchanged glances, their faces filled with caution and trepidation. Finally, a middle-aged man was forced to step forward by the others, his voice trembling slightly. "Yeah, I've heard whispers. They call themselves the Shin gang. Came out of nowhere a month ago, and they've been causing trouble ever since."
Kiba's interest piqued as he leaned in, his gaze focused. "Tell me more. What do you know about them?"
The man's voice dropped to a hushed tone. "They've been growing in numbers rapidly, absorbing smaller gangs along the way. But here's the thing... once they take someone in, they never come back. It's like they vanish without a trace."
Kiba's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "That's suspicious. Do you have any idea where they take them?"
The man pointed towards a direction in the distance. "That warehouse over there. It's rumored to be their headquarters. But be careful, kid. The Shin gang isn't to be trifled with. None of the gangs here are good things."
Undeterred, Kiba thanked the man and set off towards the warehouse, which corresponded with the marked location on the map, his heart pounding with anticipation after confirming the map's validity.
"Easier than I thought. At least the employer is not pitting us this time." Kiba grinned, walking forward with confidence.
Akamaru sniffed the air, his nose twitching in search of any scent that might hint at danger.
Approaching the nondescript building, Kiba studied its exterior. The windows were boarded up, and the entrance seemed guarded, but something felt off. "Akamaru, do you sense anything strange?"
Akamaru tilted his head, his nose twitching. "The guards, Kiba. I don't smell a lot of guards, if any at all, unlike the typical security of a gang's base. It's almost as if they want us to enter."
Kiba's suspicions grew stronger, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Let's take a closer look, but we'll need to be stealthy. Follow my lead. Tell me with the agreed paw signals if necessary, your barks will alert others."
With the grace of a predator, Kiba and Akamaru slipped into the shadows, their movements blending seamlessly with the fading daylight. Seemingly undiscovered, the duo infiltrated the warehouse, expertly maneuvering through the darkened corridors of the warehouse, their senses on high alert.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of the building, Kiba's eyes widened in surprise. Instead of encountering fierce gang members, they stumbled upon rows of empty crates and abandoned equipment. The warehouse appeared to be nothing more than a façade.
Kiba whispered to Akamaru, his voice tinged with skepticism. "This doesn't add up, Akamaru. How can there be no one? It's as if they wanted us to find an empty base."
Akamaru let out a soft growl, his eyes darting around the room. "Stay vigilant, Kiba. I smell a rotten smell in the air disturbing my senses. There's something hidden here, something we haven't discovered yet. My smell can't find them, but I'm sure-"
Suddenly, Akamaru's keen senses had picked up on something amiss, and before Kiba could comprehend what was happening, his faithful companion's barks sliced through the silence, warning him of impending danger.
Reacting on instinct, Kiba leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the earth-shattering eruption that followed. The ground trembled violently, and from the depths of the earth, a grotesque figure emerged!
The human form was contorted, its pale body marred by strange tendrils and sarcomas. Its eyes were rolled back, revealing nothing but empty sockets that sent a chill down Kiba's spine. This was an abomination, a twisted fusion of humanity and monstrosity.
"A trap? But what is this creature?" With a growl rising in his throat, Kiba steadied himself, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the unholy creature before him. It lurched forward with alarming speed, its movements erratic and unsettling.
Without hesitation, Kiba struck out, his fist meeting the abomination's face with a resounding impact. The force of the blow sent it hurtling backward, crashing into the ground.
As Kiba caught his breath, he couldn't help but notice the eerie similarity between the creature's pallid skin and that of the undead zombies he had encountered in a previous mission. The realization sent a shiver down his spine, and a flicker of unease danced in his eyes.
However, he didn't have much time to think.
The abomination, though momentarily incapacitated, refused to stay down. It clawed its way back up from the dirt, a sinister determination gleaming in its vacant eyes. Sensing the impending danger, Kiba knew he had to act swiftly and decisively.
With a fierce determination burning within him, he gathered his chakra, channeling it through his body, and unleashed his signature technique.
"Tunneling Fang!" Kiba roared, his voice resonating with primal energy.
In an instant, his body became a blur as he launched himself towards the abomination. The ground quivered beneath his feet as he spun like a whirlwind, the sheer force of his motion churning the earth beneath him. The whirlwind drilled through the air with a deadly precision!
As Kiba's attack connected, the abomination was thrown off balance, its body crumpling under the onslaught. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing the warehouse floor to crack and splinter.
With one final surge of power, Kiba's attack culminated in a devastating blow, his drill crushing the abomination's skull.
Silence enveloped the scene as Kiba stopped his ability, his breath mingling with the stillness of the air. The lifeless body of the abomination lay motionless before him, the threat extinguished - at least for the moment.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
Just as he prepared to catch his breath, a cacophony of grotesque sounds reverberated through the warehouse. His heart skipped a beat as rotten hands clawed their way out from the depths of the earth all around the warehouse, accompanied by a horde of emerging monsters. They bore the same twisted features as the fallen abomination, their twisted forms a testament to the unholy merging of flesh and abomination.
"Just how many of them are there?!"
The battle raged on, and Kiba's instincts took over. With a commanding gesture, he called upon Akamaru to join him in a synchronized assault. Chakra surged through their bodies as they both unleashed the Man Beast Clone jutsu.
Instantly, a replica of himself formed beside Kiba, mirroring his every move. The ground trembled beneath them as they initiated the Fang Over Fang technique, their bodies becoming spinning whirlwinds of destruction.
As the monstrous abominations closed in, Kiba and his clone became a force of nature, tearing through the enemy ranks with relentless ferocity. They spun like a maelstrom, their fangs gnashing, and their claws slashing, pulverizing everything in their path.
The monsters were thrown back, their twisted forms reduced to mere debris in the wake of their onslaught. The air crackled with the energy of their combined assault, each rotation of their devastating attack decimating the group of monsters.
Finally, Kiba ceased his whirlwind assault, panting heavily as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Damn, they were tougher than imagined. It took a couple of hits to take each one out."
For a brief moment, he believed the battle had reached a lull, allowing him to catch his breath. But fate had other plans in store.
Without warning, an unknown ninja materialized before him, his presence shrouded in swift speed! Instinctively, Akamaru's warning bark pierced the air, granting Kiba a hairbreadth of time to evade the incoming attack.
With lightning reflexes, Kiba activated his Swift Four Legs Technique, his body shifting and contorting in a blur of motion.
The enemy's strike missed its mark, barely grazing Kiba's cheek as he swiftly evaded the lethal blow. However, before he could fully comprehend the situation, a sinister realization dawned upon him - more adversaries had emerged, encircling him on all sides. This time, they were actual ninjas!
The group of ninjas closed in, their kunai slicing through the air with lethal intent. Shurikens followed suit, launched at him from every angle.
Kiba's eyes widened as he witnessed one of the assailants manipulating their shurikens with wires, twisting their trajectories in an attempt to ensnare him. He was left with no choice but to dodge, weave, and roll, his instincts guiding him through the chaotic dance of blades.
Despite his nimble maneuvers, Kiba was not without injury. The kunai grazed his arm, leaving shallow cuts that oozed crimson.
But his determination burned brightly within him. With a fierce roar, he summoned his strength, muscles rippling as he broke free from the encirclement, smashing his way through his assailants with Akamaru.
As he retreated steadily, Kiba's hands began to form intricate hand signs fluidly-
Yet, just as Kiba prepared to unleash his ultimate ability, tragedy struck.
A sharp pain erupted from his back, the searing agony coursing through his body!
He coughed, blood staining his lips as he turned his gaze behind him. Standing there was a masked ninja, his figure appearing out of thin air - a master of camouflage!
"Genjutsu? No… that's- bugs!" Kiba's shock was palpable as he recognized the similarity between the ninja's camouflage bug and Shino's signature techniques, camouflage insects! "Why is that here?!"
The revelation sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, mingled with a newfound sense of danger. His heart pounded, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Who were these masked assailants, and what were their motives?
With a steely resolve, Kiba tightened his grip on his remaining strength. Blood trickled down his wounded form, but his spirit remained unbroken. There was still hope because the wound was surprisingly not fatal, miraculously deviating from his vital organs!
It was unknown if the first strike was a mistake, but the masked assailant's next move hinted at a sinister desire to press forward and unleash a deadly strike!
Just when the masked assailant wanted to pierce the kunai deeper, Akamaru's swift reaction saved Kiba from the lethal strike, sinking his teeth into the assailant's hand, forcing them to relinquish their hold.
Simultaneously, Kiba launched a powerful punch, aimed backward, intending to connect with the ninja's face. But to his surprise, the enemy displayed an uncanny agility, evading the blow with a graceful dodge, leaving Kiba's fist to collide with nothing but empty air.
Retreating to dodge the assailant's blow, the pain from the kunai lodged in his back throbbed mercilessly, its presence a constant reminder of the battle's toll.
But Kiba's determination burned brighter than ever, urging him to press forward, to pursue the enemy who had wounded him. His teeth gritted, his muscles tensed, he sought to break free from the shackles of pain and beat down his assailants.
However, as Kiba made his move, a startling development occurred.
From the very ground beneath him, a two hands emerged, their fingers curling tightly around his legs, ensnaring him within their cold grip. He struggled against their hold, muscles straining, but the grip only tightened, unyielding in its determination.
To his dismay, two more ninjas closed in, their presence like a vice, locking his arms in a firm hold. Kiba's heart pounded, his mind racing for a solution, a way to escape this desperate situation.
But before he could formulate a plan, the retreating masked assailant surged forward, their hand poised with another kunai, aimed directly at his heart. Dread washed over Kiba as the reality set in - he had no chance of dodging this attack.
And then, in a moment of pure heroism, Akamaru leaped forward, throwing its own body into the path of the deadly projectile.
Time seemed to stand still as the kunai approached Akamaru's resilient form. Kiba's eyes widened in shock and fear, his voice escaping him in a strangled yell as he witnessed his loyal partner risking everything to protect him.
"NO, Akamaru!" Kiba's voice cracked, filled with a mixture of awe and terror, his heart pounding in his chest.
Clang! However, it was not the sound of metal meeting flesh echoing throughout the warehouse, but metal meeting metal.
As the clang of metal subsided, a figure emerged from the chaos, stepping into Kiba's line of sight.
Holding a kunai held firmly in her grasp, its gleaming blade serving as a barrier against the enemy's advance, her crimson eyes burned with a mixture of determination and intensity, reflecting the flickering flames of the battlefield.
Her flowing black hair swayed gracefully in the chaotic winds from her graceful movement, a stark contrast to the turmoil that surrounded them.
"Kurenai sensei?!"
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