The last song of the ancestors

Tora-Tora smiled his most sadistic smile. Akachi and Fenyang concentrated as much repulsive force as possible around themselves to protect themselves from the detonation. The wick of the explosive was quickly consumed. Before it reached the end, it went out. The medium frowned.

"The show isn't even over and they already want to set off the fireworks."

She appeared from nowhere, as if she had always been there watching everything. Wrapped so that her face was at the same height as the Japanese, she smiled with self-confidence.

"General… General Luena! Stay out of this…"

With one swift movement, she grabbed the ninja by the cheeks. She lifted him into the air. The force she applied was such that the man began to flail his legs and choke. His temples turned red. Her sudden gestures only made her long fingers dig deeper into his flesh.

"It wasn't my fault. He broke into my room, General Luena."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fenyang. We don't usually intervene in rivalries between fighters, even outside the ring of the Grand Arena. However, you killed my subordinates. Bad boys should be punished, don't you think?"

Rivalries? This guy came in here to kill me, you crazy woman!

Tora-Tora applied a knee strike, to no avail. It was like hitting a steel-reinforced concrete stake. He raised his tekagi-shuko and aimed at the woman's bust.

"Get your… gasp… claws off me!"

Sclinz. The ninja attacked with his lethal claws, but the general's armor was tougher. The tekagi-shuko's blades bent inwards. The oriental assassin swallowed. His body was afraid, he had been immobilized quickly and with a single hand. It felt as if his head had been crushed by a tourniquet.

"Uargh! Let me go! Enough, I can't take it anymore."

Akachi noticed a smile of pleasure on Luena's face. She was having a lot of fun with all this. He put his other hand on her waist and thrust his hips. She tilted her chin up proudly.

"By rights, I should kill you, but in fact, if you did that, it would show the agents what a bad girl and a terrible hostess I am. So get out, you piece of garbage. If I turn around, and you're still there, I'll rip out your backbone without anesthetic."

General Luena smashed Tora-Tora's jaw. A mass of bone, tooth and blood filled the underside of his mouth. The soldier threw him towards the door. Akachi fell to the ground. The Japanese flew through the steel door with all his might and crashed into the wall just ahead.

Her hand was bloodied. With a sudden gesture, she sprinkled the drops on the wall next to her. She was disgusted.

"It's like squashing a cockroach, and its fluids spill out of its body, yuck!"

She turned around. In an artificial way, as if she were talking to a little boy in kindergarten, Luena said to Akachi:

"Dear Mr. Fenyang, the organization is very sorry for this inconvenience. Sometimes the pest control doesn't work as it should and some insects wander around here. I'll send a team to tidy up your room…"

"Oh, no… thank you! No more room service for today."

Keeping her smile, she walked lightly across the room, rolling her cybernetic hips, and left. She closed the door slowly, quietly, and wished her guest a good night's sleep.

Fenyang remained embedded with Akachi. They both remained on the floor. The medium's legs were shaking. Even he was impressed by the outcome of the situation.

"What a sadistic subject. I think she's been here for a while. She had fun at our expense."

"She might have teleported, or used super speed, Fenyang."

"No, that kind of thing is less subtle, bro. She snuck in here. It must be some camouflage cybertech, I don't know."

Fenyang disembodied himself from Akachi. The boy got up from the floor. He groped around the walls until he hit the switch. It was no use, his vision was still blurred. He went to the bathroom. He opened the sink and washed his face. The burning sensation increased.

"Wouldn't it be better to call the others, Akachi? You'll have to fight with a damaged sense. You could make it worse, bro."

"I feel like my eyes are going to be swollen for a while. It'll be like conjunctivitis. Nothing's been damaged here. Don't worry, during the fight, I'll still have your eyes stuck in the enemies."

"Man, I'm proud of you. You took on the ninja, asshole, you even left your sword here."

"It's a souvenir, hahahaha."

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In the corridor, the team was cleaning up. General Luena walked and her subordinates got out of the way. She stopped in front of the event's head of security. The man had to look up to face her. The military woman looked very dissatisfied.

"I'm having a peaceful night's sleep when I get an alert that security has been bypassed. That's never happened before."

"Excuse me, sir. He's a ninja highly trained in the art of killing."

"He's a ninja trained in the art of killing… blah-blah-blah! I surrendered him with just one hand. Isn't it possible that my soldiers have become lax overnight? I hope this doesn't happen again, or your fate will be the same. I don't pay soldiers to be slackers. And get this clean-up over with."

Luena walked past him as if the soldier wasn't there. He stood at attention and leaned against the wall. He didn't dare look at her as he walked backwards. When his footsteps stopped echoing in the corridor, he noisily exhaled all the air in his lungs. He removed his beret from his head and shook himself.

He walked down the corridor, trying not to get in the way of the team removing the bodies. The security guards were all mutilated. They looked like a pile of minced meat strewn across the corridor floor. The man had an urge to vomit. He held on until he reached a pair of soldiers who were collecting the cubes of meat from a security guard.

"Look at that, boss. The animal that did this must have been dangerous."

"Yeah, like those American serial killers who become celebrities."

Actually, soldiers. You should be more concerned about the person who managed to stop this murderer. She's much more dangerous…