Jugo's POV (Western Streets of Leaf - Hidden Leaf Village)
Jugo roared angrily as the weak man scrambled away from him. A shinobi of some kind attempted to sneak attack him with a blade. And to his credit, he stabbed him in the back. But his muscles and deformed body could be barely harmed by regular blades. Jugo paid him back for his honest effort by grabbing and crushing his throat. He growled as a kunai missed his eye thudding into his face instead. The spiky-haired man panted before scrambling away again. He jumped to the rooftops, and Jugo followed in angrily. Somehow, the weak man has managed to evade death. He watched as he flew over a smoking chimney. The rampaging Jugo followed right after him. But when he attempted to pass through the smoke, he stopped. It seems to solidify and hold him in place. He growled at the event. But before he could do anything, the smoke formed into a giant fist holding him.
"Smoke Style: Smoker's Remorse!" A voice called as the smoke rose through the air with the crazed murderer before driving him into the ground on the street violently. "Hey, Youse, turn!" Dez called in front of the downed Jugo.
The man is rising angrily, and most of his injuries are healing. Iruka landed nearby, exhausted but seemingly game to fight still. "See, Iruka, isn't it? With these big fellas, you gotta treat 'em like a hog!" Dez started with a smile. As Jugo raised and roared angrily, he was interrupted by a giant pair of arms wrapping around him. "If you don't know what that means, it's straightforward. You beat the shit out of them!" Dez said happily.
"My name is Nekomaru. Forgive me for my unflattering fighting style. I'm a simplistic soul, after all." The named Nekomaru towered over the large Jugo. "I am the third-ranked underling of Tsunade-sama. As such, it is my job to protect this village and kill you now." The man was easily seven feet tall and built of pure muscle. He wore an athletic one-piece and had a buzzed cut.
"Too much talking!" Jugo roared as he elbowed violently on both sides. Nekomaru seemed to flinch under the mighty blows.
"Smoke Style: Smoker Puff Bullets!" Dez called as he spit small balls of smoke. The balls smacked off Jugo's face, seeming to stun him. "How like my ultra-strong cigs! NOW Neko!" Dez called.
"Death Technique! Endless Suplexes." Nekomaru called as he lifted Jugo out of the air. He slammed him headfirst with a German suplex. As Jugo hit the ground in a bone-crushing thud. As Jugo impacted, Nekomaru rolled through. Bodily lifting the man again. "Prepare yourself until you die; this is your life!" He slammed him twice, three times, five times; on the tenth, he launched Jugo into a building headfirst. Nekomaru panted harshly as the building collapsed on top of the enraged man.
"Only ten?" Dez asked as he lit a smoke. I mean, don't get me wrong; the bastard must be dead. But you usually do more than that."
"He was struggling up until the eighth one," Nekomaru explained.
"Bastard eight of those and was still trying to scrap? Respectable for someone who's scum." Dez stated.
"We're not done yet!" Jugo yelled as he crawled from the rubble of the building. He was coated in blood from a cut above his brow. His left arm seemed to be crushed, and he walked with a wince. Likely, he had some form of spinal damage from Nekomaru's savage attack. Dez dropped his cigarette in shock as Nekomaru charged forward. Jugo met this charge, and both of them threw matching rights. The blows met with a thunderous clash before Nekomaru screamed in pain, his arm seemingly broken. Dez couldn't believe it. The man had countered Nekomaru's strength with pure strength. He had grown even stronger…
Dez was too shocked to react as Jugo bear-hugged the large Nekomaru and somehow crushed him with a sickening crunch. He tossed the corpse to the side as he approached him happily. Dez felt a teardrop tread down his cheek. Yias stared at his dead best friend. Jugo laughed as the curse mark spread to his body. It is now adding additional masses around his body. All of which seemed to boost his speed and strength. Right as Jugo approached to kill Dez, a large fist filled Dez's vision. It sent the berserker flying through several buildings.
"Sorry, we didn't make it sooner, " a gruff voice called. A large man wearing armor walked by. Dez recognized him as the leader of the Akimichi—Choza Akimichi.
"We'll make him pay in response." A gravelly voice added. Shikaku Nara was here as well.
"For all this." A more somber voice finished. Inochi Yamanaka.
Jugo laughed madly as he faced down an infamous trio. His body grew even more monstrous and deformed as he grew in power. The most famous and argued most potent version of the Ina-Shika-Cho formation was here.
The real fight had yet to begin.
Shikaku's POV (Western Streets of Leaf - Hidden Leaf Village)
It wasn't often Shikaku was in the field these days. It was an oddity for most clan heads. Clan politics usually required him and others to work long hours and be at the home front. Perhaps that was why the monstrosity of a man they were fighting was still alive.
Shikaku started things off by firing an absurd amount of kunai towards Jugo. The insane man chuckled as various mounds grew on his shoulders and ankles. With a burst of chakra, he flew forward. The kunai thrown were blown back by the force of Jugo merely punching towards a smiling Shikaku. As his fist closed in, Jugo was grabbed by a large hand again. Choza chuckled merrily as he held the thrashing Jugo. He roared in anger before his cries were stopped by Inochi throwing a vicious series of head kicks at the helpless Jugo.
"Rushing into the fight against the Ino-Shika-Cho formation? It's unwise, to say the least. At the very least, I hope you reach heaven or whatever people believe." Shikaku stated as he lit a cigarette. As he did so, Choza threw the man back. Jugo attempted to boost forward again but gasped as he was frozen again. "Shadow Sewing Jutsu," Shikaku said as pale black tendrils impaled Jugo. "It's a nasty technique, I know. It runs you through and won't even let you run. Even in its weaponized form, my shadows stop movement." Jugo started flailing as the black tendrils began cracking. Before he could get much further, Choza appeared above him with a smile.
"They sent some rookie?! Partial Multi-Size Jutsu!" Choza roared as his legs grew like a giant before crushing Jugo.
"He should be done n-" "!" Choza was suddenly thrown back as a Jugo emerged, covered in black markings.
"Yes! Sweet release! The curse calls! Let's kill each other like animals!" Jugo roared as Choza landed back with the three. He finished his speech as he blitzed forward, punching Choza, who barely managed to raise his guard. The force still sent him flying through a building, though. This left him open to a spinning elbow by Inochi and a kidney stab from Shikaku. Jugo laughed even as he spat his blood, grabbing both men by the arms. But a large mailbox slammed into him before he could continue his attack. The force of which wrapped the box around his head as he slid against the ground. Before he could even get up, Inochi was weaving hand signs. As Jugo rose, he fired off his jutsu.
"Mind Body Switch Jutsu!" Inochi called the jutsu, hit Jugo, and took effect. Jugo felt the presence of him control his body. But Inochi discovered the mind was simply too fragmented to hold. Allowing the man to remove him with accidental ease. It was only a moment, but the lapse was enough for shinobi of this caliber. Choza didn't bother with a jutsu, instead aiming for a powerful haymaker. Even a man as strong as Jugo was knocked for a loop by the natural power of Choza. Before Jugo could recover, let alone retaliate, Shikaku appeared behind him, channeling chakra into a kunai and slashing his Achilles tendons. Jugo collapses to his knees as a kunai Inochi carefully fires lodges into his forehead. Shikaku and Choza mercilessly unleash dual kicks to the kunai's back ring. Sending Jugo flying in a spray of blood. Inochi calmly approaches the two as they observe the now-prone and motionless Jugo. Forward. Jugo froze for a second as Inochi took over his body. Before using
"Quite a powerful fighter. Unsurprising that the monster raised as much trouble as he did." Inochi stated as they continued to observe the corpse.
"Why did he attack, though?" Choza asked with a frown. "He seemed mentally unwell, perhaps he was insane and merely rampaging?"
"He certainly wasn't intelligent; if he was, we might have been in trouble," Shikaku complained. "Shouldn't have wasted the smoke on that."
Jugo stared up at the sky as they chatted. Normally, they would have ensured his death, but he supposed they felt no need, considering the context. He was lucky to be alive. Right as the blade had been kicked, a growth had grown in his forehead, throwing off the aim and sparing him from having it driven through his brain. In truth, he would've preferred if he had died. He supposed this was a rare moment of mental clarity for him. His life from the start had been a tortured existence. He had gone to Orochimaru originally intending to have the man cure him of his unstable attributes. He had heard tales of the Sound accepting anyone and was determined to stop his urges. It had already cost him the lives of his family and friends. So, he felt the risk was minimal. At the very least, Kimimaro had shown himself to be able to deal with him. Able to keep him calm and withstand his rage. At first, it seemed progress was being made. His rampages became rare and, even when occurring, were dealt with quickly. It hadn't been a great life, but Jugo knew such things would never be better for him. Then Orochimaru turned, and he found no cure for him but supposed he deserved it. His family did believe in karma, after all.
The sins he committed, the people killed by his hands just trying to struggle in a harsh world. He supposed he had outlived his luck, but now he was punished for his sins. He had outlived his usefulness. Orochimaru made him worse, undeniably powerful, but the murderous rages became the norm. His lucidity faded like the autumn leaves. He supposed most would've rebelled, but he knew there was little point. Orochimaru was too powerful and cunning for him to escape. And he deserved this fate. He was given the only freedom life could offer a man like him. A man bathed in misery such as he could offer the world one mercy.
To be exterminated as the monster he was.
A final wish is that he could not choose how he lived his life, but he could dictate how he died.
He allowed nature's energy to flow into him. Healing his gruesome wounds and refueling him. Perhaps Orochimaru had manipulated him, perhaps he never intended to cure him. It mattered little to him; the man, whether for his gain or not, had granted him peace. His murderous rampages for a while had been contained; he had even befriended Kimimaro. It was more than enough for him to die this way. To let his miserable life end may as well favor the man who had gotten him this far. He briefly considered fighting with his sanity intact but dismissed the option. He doubted he would be given a painless death. Instead, he grabbed a syringe loader with the compound that had gotten him to this point. It was almost comical how much he hated it. Yet even as it took his final moments from him as he injected it. He felt such a satisfying rush go through him. Alarming the three enemies that their foe wasn't done. Jugo had hated his life. He only hoped they killed him before he could kill anyone else.
Shikaku, Choza, and Inochi flinched at Jugo's chakra burst. It had nearly doubled! His skin darkened and bulged as his form morphed. The trio was stunned by the horrific transformation. His teeth elongated and more pointed. His hair grew longer and haphazardly flowed more wildly in all directions. Six growths protruded from his back in a conical shape. The same is true on his ankles; several are marred on his face. He roared angrily as black marks spread onto his face. Veins protruding from the muscular freak, he towered over them nearly double their size.