The last song of the ancestors

The ninja blade went right through the mattress. Tora-Tora's eyes widened. The light came on. He smiled. He turned his face away. Akachi was sitting on the edge of the table with two sticks. The young medium commented:

"I didn't order room service."

"I didn't expect you to be awake at that hour. Oh, I see. As a medium, you must have used your… what do you call it? Ori Guardian? You must have warned him of my arrival."

"I could politely ask you to leave and let me sleep. But I don't think you're going to do that."

"No, when a ninja chooses a target, he must kill it."

The oriental held the ninjatoh in both hands and applied a horizontal cut. Akachi defended himself with the tungsten rod vertically. With Fenyang locked onto his body, his dexterity and senses were sharpened. He threw his body backwards. He bent his knees. He kicked the ninja's solar plexus with all his might.

Tora-Tora hit his back on the wall. He slid down it and used the springs in the mattress to propel himself forward. Akachi turned away from the stock. He climbed down from where he was and went to the center of the room. The fight was taking on a claustrophobic atmosphere. Using weapons that required maximum movement in tight spaces was a challenge.

Azekel's grandson feared being disarmed against a swordsman like Tora-Tora. At the same time, he couldn't allow himself to be cornered by the enemy.

The ninja went in with everything he had. He parried the blows of his staff with his sword. He changed hands, demonstrating his ambidextrous skills. Akachi took advantage of a moment of carelessness on his opponent's part. He delivered a stock blow, which was defended by Tora-Tora. The medium turned the handle of the staff and activated the weapon's electrocution function.

The enemy was severely electrocuted and thrown into the doorway. Tora-Tora's hair stood on end, and he emitted small electrical discharges. He stood up gasping for breath. He leaned against the door. He gripped the handle as if he was going to run away.

"Are you going to run away with your tail between your legs?"

"No, I would never run away from an inferior opponent like you."

"Oh, I know! The inferior who threw you into the ropes. You racists always come up with this superiority thing. You only see who's strong or weak when you go head-to-head."

Bro, I'm proud of you.

Fenyang, this guy woke me up at this time of night to give me a hard time. I'm furious. I'm tired, I'm sleepy, I feel like beating his head off.

Careful, my brother. He's a ninja, don't let your guard down!

It's more like disgust.

Tora-Tora opened the door and hid behind it. Akachi went to it and pulled the handle, but the enemy was no longer there. The light went out. Darkness was a natural advantage for ninjas who trained their sight and other senses to act in such conditions. For the medium, this was no disadvantage. By concentrating part of his Axé in his eyes, he obtained night vision.

He pretended to grope in the dark. However, he ended up stepping on something sharp. He looked down at the ground.

"Shit!"

The floor of the room was littered with tetsubishi. This anti-personnel weapon is made up of pointed metal spikes. It is used to hinder the enemy's advance in pursuit, or limit their area of action.

The pain in Akachi's heel was stinging. He had been fighting barefoot all that time. Unable to move, unable to put up a solid base of defense.

Believing he had control of the battlefield, he stuck the ninjatoh into the wall and shoved both hands into the karate-gi. He pulled out kunai and shuriken. He threw them towards Akachi in succession. The young man used his tactic of concentrating Axé below the ground through his feet, causing the tetsubishi to be thrown high into the air, and hitting them with the concentrated sticks with repulsive force.

The stratagem worked after a minute, they were both tired. Tora-Tora had veins popping out from under his skin. He was furious. It was the first time he had taken so long in a fight.

"I've killed people twice as strong as you. Ninjutsu is the most complete and perfect martial style in the world. How can someone like you, dependent on fifth-rate witchcraft, survive me?"

"Witchcraft⁈ The mediumistic arts are older than your ninjutsu. Actually, I'm the one who's impressed. It's about time you called it quits."

"Come on, you inferior! I'm going to rip your head off."

The ninja leapt over the blade and ran up the wall. He pulled out an egg-shaped metsubuchi and threw it at Akachi's face. He shielded himself by raising both sticks, but the morale-boosting explosive hit him in the face. A mixture of gunpowder, sulphur, pepper and ash fell on the medium's face.

Tora-Tora leapt over his opponent, putting both hands on his shoulders in mid-air. When he withdrew them, his hands were equipped with two tekagi-shuko. As if he were Wolverine, the ninja swung his sharp claws down on Akachi.

At the last moment, Adisa's son ducked, hitting his opponent with a horizontal blow of great concentrated repulsive force. Brah! The blow threw Tora-Tora so hard that he was pinned against the back wall of the room.

Blood began to drip from his nose. He vomited a stream of bile and blood. He had a coughing fit and fell to his knees on the floor. The ninja looked up. He noticed that the teenager was still keeping his eyes closed. His face was blistered from the metsubuchi mixture. He didn't seem to have suffered anything more than an allergic reaction.

"It's not possible, you can fight even without your sight!"

"With my Ori Guardian incorporated, even if my eyes were gouged out, he'd still be able to see for me."

Tora-Tora rose from the floor. He couldn't believe he was being defeated by a boy who had barely reached the peak of his power.

"I saw your fight. I confess that I saw your fight against the damned kikuyu, and I realized the great potential that lies dormant in you. It's not possible that you've evolved so much since then, Fenyang. That only happens in martial arts geniuses like me…"

"Killing people when they're off guard and cheating doesn't make you a martial arts genius, at the very least it makes you a coward."

Hohohoho, wow, Akachi! You know how to use words badly.

That guy ruined my night's sleep. Even if I go back to bed, I won't be able to sleep. He deserves to be punished.

Tora-Tora took out a hand grenade from inside the karate-gi. He lit the fuse and said with a huge smile:

"Since I can't kill you, I'm taking you to hell with me."

"What, are you crazy?"

Akachi didn't even try to turn the handle. There would be no time to escape through it. He concentrated a field of repulsive force around himself and waited for the worst.