~Pakura POV~
Staring at her hands and feeling how jumbled her mind felt, Pakura felt nothing about a jarring sense that something was missing.
'Soutarou…? Why are my thoughts revolving around this one person… The reason the war started… Soutarou Senju… Why..? No… I should be close with this person… Yes…?'
'No something is… No it's all just for Soutarou-... No, why? What's going on…'
Pakura began hyperventilating as her thoughts began going in circles. She clutched her head as she began to hear a whispering voice in her mind…
'Soutarou… Soutarou… Soutarou…'
Pakura began to audibly say, "Shut up. Shut up!"
Pakura's eyes turned bloodshot as the voice got louder and louder, 'Soutarou… Souta-chan… Beloved… Husband… Mine… Mine… Mine… Love… Soutarou… Love… Love… Love…'
Unfortunately, in an isolated field that even Mito and Naori hadn't noticed despite not being too far, nothing seemed off so far Pakura's voice and cries got worse.
'Thieves… Mine… Treasure… Mine… Soutarou… Vessel…'
[Punishment beginning… &,$;&?!?]*{*|£|\£?... ቻጎክልረረሃ ቻዪቹቹ... ጎ'ጮ ርዐጮጎክፏ... ጮሃ ፪ቹረዐህቹጋ….#(*)#@*()#@()? Punishment dealt to the user: Pakura… Continuous Soul Damage.]
Pakura's mouth fell open… and a horrifying sound tore free, "A—AAAAAAAH—!!"
The scream ripped out of her chest, sharp and somewhat broken, as if her lungs were being crushed from the inside and ripped out of her chest.
Pakura begged, "S-Stop—! I— I don't—!"
Her words dissolved into a strangled shriek, "AAAGH—HHHHH—!"
Pain clawed through her skull, white-hot stabbing, as if an iron was being branded over her entire being all while something began literally spilling out of the system.
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V̴̡̛̛̪̫̭̺̱͔͕͍̼͕͚͓̬̱͓̜͙͇͖͚̫͍̯̰̳̥̼̮͗͒́̍͗͑̅̈̅̉̿̔̏̓͆̊͂̑͒͐̃͒́͋̕͜ͅẹ̵̢̛̖͈̜̰͓͓͖̀͌́̊̑̆̀͌͒́̄̅̔͗͒͐̔͊͑͆̾̋͗̂͑̓͘̚̚ͅs̴̭̱͎̙̼̤̤͉̦̫̻̘̯̞̫̹̖̜̳̜͈͖̼̪͚̼̘͈̫̺͖̹͉̿̒̾̓̊͑̽͗̈́̀̇͐̇̌̿̽͛̅͒̽̈́́̀͛̆͒͝͝s̵̢̧̧̛̛̟̬̬̰̘͍͇͖̠͖̘̲̰͎͇̫̳̬̫̻̱̼̗̲͕͙̬̰̠͐̿̊̉̆́͛͗͑̓̀͗̍̿̓̎͜͠e̵̢̛̤̣̤̝͕̟̜͈̙̩̥̥̝͖̘͉̤͈̞̤̲͈͉̫̤͍̝̬̮̗̯̲̓͐͑̄̃̾̂̄̂̆͊̍̆̏̄̈́̔͛̈́̏̇͜͜͜ͅ.̸̧̢̡̘̲̟͙̘͇͎̺̣̯̳̰͉̙̞͇̤͖̲͓͔̳͔̉̐̎͂.̵̧̨̡̧̭͖̗̪̙̳̳̘̘͇͔͓̜̯͉̖̟͖͕̹̹̘̰̩͕̗͓̥͎̘̘͎͕̫̺̬̂͑̾̃̅́̋̋̎̓͒̅̊̈̽̊̿͌̓̇́̏̆̽̔̅͂̾̋͆̿̄͗́̐̕̕̕͘̚͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ.̷̨̢̨̪̭̮̟̹̙̦̲͎̻̬͎͎͎̜̣̮̲̭̲̪̗̩̤̘͕̮̯̬̞̗̟̫͍͓̫̺̟̣̗͍̠͇̿͋̆͛̄̀͜͜͜͝͠ͅ ̶̛͈̈́̍̿̓͆͝V̵̡̨̭̣̹͓͍̬̻͓̠̥͍̘̪̟͈̝͇͎̻͔̞͚͉̲̟̞͎̺̤͔̱̝̬͚̫̫͈̬̫͎̭̤̺̒̇́̈̒̑͛̄̀͑̅ͅͅȩ̵̧̢̨͚̘͕̯̲͇̳̮͍̤̜̤͔̟͇̬̲̬̙̬͚͓̣̫̙̬͈̹͉͉͎̙̘̟͉͈͋̆̅͌́̂̍͂̎̏̾̈͐̂̚ͅͅś̸̢̢̧̧̛̜̭̱̝̤̱͕̲̘̼̗̩͉̳̫͔̭̎̾̈́̄̈́͊̃̊̔̅̓͛͆͌͊̔͒̂̄̌̓̅̈́̿͆̍̕̚͠͝ͅͅs̶̜͖̖̯̣̼̲̣̠̝͕͖̟͐̑͆͂̈̇͜͜ͅe̶̛̤͕̤̺̖̻̪̤̰͍͍̭̰̗̻̬̮̼̖̰͕̭̯̖̬͎͔̠̼̾̃̀̊̂̆̋͆̂̓̐͌̈́̈́͂̑̆̎́̎̊̂̒̈́̓͂̍̚̕̚͘͝͝͠͝l̸̢̨̧̡̢̨̼̼̙̬͔͙̪̻̫̠̠̫̜͔̻͇̲̙̩̗̏̉̅̓̊͐̒̀̊̒̑̒͐̈͆͘͘͜͜͜͠ͅ.̶̢̧̨̜̣̫̳͉̠̱͔͇̞͔̯̤͍̫͉͉̦̥̦͕̱͖̞̺̍͊̌͗̃̌̕.̶̡̢̗̮̳̘̦̤̗̲̻̙̪̲̮̝̻̺͔͓̦̺̩̦͖̞̯̹̩̘͓̹̠̺̘̮̻̻̱̻͉̳̼̰̉̇͗͒͊̊̇̀͑͛̑̚͜͜͜͝ͅͅ.̸̨̡̡̯̱̭̳̆̎͗̾͐͆̂̃̈́̈́͆̆̋̀̇̒̚͘̚͝͝ ̸̨̥̪̯̘̹̘͉̞̜̮̫̑͌̒̌̂̃̈̎̈́̿̆̎̄͑̚͝V̷̢̡̢̨̨̗̘̞͖̞͙͖͉͍̫͓͔͍͓̜͚̗̱̟̙̱͍̖͉̲̖̯͈̺̯͓͙͔̱̫͚̤̝͍̤̹̜̈͐̊̾̌͆̇̓̇̀̑̃̏̇́͋̈́̌̄̈́͛̎̀̓͌̀͋͂͑̒̀̾̔̊̚̕͜͠͠͝ȩ̶̨̡̧̧̢̼̬̣͔̥̬̰̹͍͚̙͓̭̘̩̮̙͈̦͉̦͘͜ş̵̻͕̯̝̝̰̇̒̈͆̂͒͆̉͐́͑̉̓̈́͂͒̀͗̀̄͂̋̾͛̌̍͑͗̄̆͒͗̚̚͝͠͠s̶̨̨̧̛͉͖͕̲̺͉͎̻͔̩̟͙͖̠͔̪̤͉̮̳̱̗̰͎̦͗͐̇͐̀̾̏̈̀̈́͒͊̍̍͆̇̂̓̾̂̀͛̀́̑̈́̐̔̓̊͒̐͒̋̄̉̇̍̔̉͘̚͜͝e̴̡̧̨̛̛̛̠̻̫͇̱̘̗̝͎̼̟̲̲̩͕͎̱̘̳͍͓̞̠̝̻͚̱̐̊̂̀͛̆̍̚͜͠ͅļ̶̛̛̛̭͉̯̠͚̪̭͕̝̤̘̫̜͈̰͎̳̳̞̠̻̖̯͍̮̰̝͈̘̝͆̈̋̎̐̇̏̉̂͌̏̈́̀̉͊̒̇͆̇̑͘͘̕̕͝.̸̛͎͈̣̙͇̹͕͙̻̰͔̺̤͍͙̝͈̪͖̻͚͈̹͔̟̜̹̱̰̩̩͈̝̮̙͋́̃̈́͑̍̏̀͛͂͜ͅ.̶̬̯̦͓̪̗̥̳̥̼̜̤̲͓̫͉̦̭̟̖̇̀̿̄̅̊̏͑̽̐̄̾̈́̋̔̅̄͗̈́̆͘̕̕͜ͅ.̸̛̘̜̗͎͎͕̼̠̹̫̭̮̺̙̳͍̭̣͉̰̻̪͇̞̩̟͚̲̥͕͓͍͚̱̃͂́̿̇͌̂̐̾͐̑̈́̂͑́̇̽̿̓̈́̊̄̈́̕͜͝͝ ̴̹̹̰̻̯͙̭̹̫̱̼̆͐̿̂̊̌͛̎̽̍̅͋͑̄̀́̊͐̍̈́̏͋̃̈́̐͘̚͘̕͝F̵̢̡͕͙͉͉̦̖̼͓̣͈̠̰̼̻̩̙̙̼̜͍̟̝͔̯̰̟̰̩̆̃̀̈͋̇͝ͅͅr̸̨͎̻̮̼̩̮͍͕̪̟̳̄͝ͅę̷̨̧̛̞̟͉̞̤͓̲̼̺̹̭̪̯͇̜̝̦̪̜͙͕͈̼͕͙̭̹̤̬̣͍̻̞̞̪̖̬̟̪͔̀̄͛̉̈́̒̈́̚͘͠ͅ.̴̨̡̛̛̜̺̻̫̳͔͍̝̗͔̗̖̳̰̩͇͉̠̻̖̟̰̣͊̎̐́̆̌͑̈́̈́͛͑͌̅̐͐̈ͅͅ.̸̡̢̠͕͙̲͕̜̙͖͔̦͉̰̾͜.̶̢̛̯̰͓̣͚̱͚̮̖̜̮͓̥̩̱͒̇́͒͆̓̈́̏̍̎̏̎͐̈̐̔͋̆͆͘̕͘͝ ̵̭͔̺̝̮̠͉͓͕̻͈͚̱͔̥̖̥̼̻̦̱̣̟͚͔̺͎̥͓̹̠̻͚͚̳̉̾͗̿̏͗̎̒̈̎́̈́́͒̎̋͘͘̚F̸̧̦̯̲̩̝̩̗̜̮̙͈̑̿̿̆̔͛̈́̒́̓͗̔̔͛͛̋̋͛̕̕̕͠͝͝ͅŕ̵̢̛̙̝̬̯̠̳̘͗̎̽̑̄̆͛̇̈́͂̈͗̈͋̈̀͑͋̅͗͒̋́͛̀̽͊͛͌̔̌̽̓̅̒̒͘͝͝͝Ę̵̨̜̙̟̲͖̞̭̪̩͚͔̘̗̬̦̎̏͑̂̓̈̉̇͂̔̓̓͑́̊́̇͌̌̔͗͊̀̽͗͒̅̍̚͜͜ͅe̵̡̧̤̝̝͙̝̳̲̲̭̠̮͍̭͓̗͇̼̻̠̞͈̼̳̎̈́̑͑̉͐͂͘͠͝.̶̨̢̤͈̖̲̠̱̬̳͖͓͎̘̠̬͚̱̜̙̼̹̯̪͖̏̍̃̀͒̌͒̄͑̌̉͋̚͜͠͠.̵̨̡̛̱̜̖̦̬̜̗̰͙̮̩̘̠̹͓̱̭̫̤͈̞̩̣̥̰͔̼̦̄̇̒̋̃͑̓́̓̎̈́̓̆͌̂̍͊̉̅̄̑͆̀̀̈́̋̓̆̚͠ͅ.̶̨̨̡̨̪̣͚̙̤̯̮̯̬̹̣̟̞̮̭̺̗̘͎̼̲̠̰̺̖͂̈̆̽̓̒͌̊͊͑̀͂̇̑̔̏͂́̒͑̉̀́̕̚͜͜͝ͅ ̵̪͉͕͋̏̿̔̅̏͌́̇̿̾́͊͆̈́̓̆̏̈̃̒͌͌̂̓͘͜͠F̸̢͖̳̙̹͙̱͔̘̰̙̘̩̼̳̲̣͓̆͗̒́̀̅̃̍͑̓͑̀̏͌͛̏̿̎͒͘͝͝Ṟ̷̨̡̢̨̨̨̨̙͖̯̗͖͓͚̹̹͓̞̱̬͓̮̳̩̪̹̼̖̩͍͈͖͔̩̫̲̗̲̗̺̯͇̭̗̀́̉͆̓̈́͆̊͊͑̇͂͐̀̌̀͌̏̾̅͛̑̓̈̐͐̏̐̈́̄͗̿̚̕̚͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅĘ̸̧̛͈̫͓̰̫̟̗̙͍͍̼̖̦̣̗̑̐̏̓̂́̓̎̑͛̿̎̉̽̃̒̉̇̈́́̐̋̏̾̍͑͋̓͊̆̀̃̍̚͝͝ͅḚ̸̡͙̯̱͓͍̝̟͚̙͇̠̬̞͓̬̰͍̙̽̒̌̔̆͂̾̽̓̑̾̄̉̄̀̌̐̓̕͘͝ͅ!̴̡̡̢̢̨̢̨̧͚̯̪̮͙̗̰̮̙̮̲͓̗̫̠̰͕̲̠͉̭̫̤̱̫͉͙̬̞̜̹̦͙̮͖͍̟͖̄̄̀̾̂́̅̓̈̋̈́̾̂̒̃̄͒̌̆́͒̾̄̽̈́̆̿̀̅̆̏̏̀͒̋͌̿̓̈̎̚̚̚̕͜͜͝͠͠ͅͅ.̸̧̨̡̡̧̳̦̙̦̭͓͕͕͚͈̪̘͔̥͓̤̹̺͍̠̣̺͕̙̙̲̠͎͚̬͖͚͖̯̝͉̙̦̳̳͆́̂́͆͌̓̆̽͛̀̑͊̓̓̊̅̔͗͊̏́̀̄̇̐͆̓̿̈́̀̐̾̿͌̀̾͒̋̋̉̉̆̑̚͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅ.̷̧̨̧̛̫̼̞͓͍͈͙̅̂̇̈́̒̐́̋͂̊͌́̍̆̈́͑̈́̑͐̇́̍̋͌̄̊̑̆̓͑̀̿́̈́͆̽͘͝.̷̛̜̬̬̳͔̻̹͇̹͕͉̾̓̍̒̈́̄̎̆͑̋̏̈́͐̃͂͐̎͑̍̒́͑̀͗̄̓̐̐́̒̄͗̽̿͒͑̿̈́̽̚̚͠͠ ̷̨̧̢̮̮̺̩͎̠̥̪̲̤̹͔̞͇͚̣͕̪͈̱̞̟̺̱͉͎̜̯̖̱̱̮͇̪̯͚̼̯̘͎̲̞̙͕͒̀̀͛͠ͅB̵̨̛̛̙̭̗͎̃̊̌͒̓̈́͒̔́̒͛̀̄̃̓̄̔͑̉̋̚͘͜͠͝͝͠͝Ŗ̷̛͓͖̅͑͛̔̑̌̈͒̏͑̓̓̈́̈̿̉͑̊͂̽͆̈́̔́́͐́͒̔͗͗̏̑̑͂̌̿͘͘͘͝ȩ̴̛̤̻̮̯̟̰͙͓̙̺̣̉̑̐̇̋̎͒̀͐̏͂̑̀̎̉͌̋̋͒̉̽̓̑̂͛̾̑͘̚͝Ą̴̖̤̥͗̈̏̊͛̌͒͂̓̎̀̐͆̓͝͝.̶̨̢̧̢̢̛̛̝̺̯̟̝̮͙͕̘̜̪͈̼̯͇̦͓̝͙̻͖͚͚̳̤̜̟̥͕͕̟̖̣̞̣̰̞̻̰̥̙̦̻̘̅́̏̍̐̽̉̍̋̐̍̆̆̎̏̌̇̀͂̍̑̍̉̀̄̋̓̊́͑̔̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͝ͅ.̴̢̨̢̡̛̹̝͎̥̝͍͕̝͉̠̣̬̘̖͍̹͎̦̥͖̘̭̥̝̱̰̣̫̪̰͚̦̭̣͇͚͎̟̺̫̫́́̾̔̆̒̃͒̎̈́͌̈́́̈̉̊͛͗̃̃͌́͋̈̊̉̈́̑͆̃̃͊̆̃͌̊̕̕͜͠͠ͅͅ.̷͇́̀ ̸̧̧̭͍͇̰̜̹̫͓̤̩͈̲͎̟̺̖͈̳͔͖͚͉̼̈́̅͑͆̑̿͋̓͊̑͗̈͗̔͛͛̇͒͗̋͜͜͠͠B̶͔̫̺̝̦͚̅͒́̇͝r̴͓͙̫̠̘̾̈́͗̒̽̓͜é̴̢̡̪̲̪̳̳̠̟̪͍̜̱̹̫̬̼̞̥̭͒́͊͋͒̿̅̌̈́͊̕a̶̧̢̢̛̦̥̰̹̝̤͙͔̜̼͉̘̬͍͍̻̤ͅá̶̛̛̖͓̟̝̖͖̹̥̘̤̬̖̠̟̈́́̓̾̌͋͊̃̏͋̈́̂́̓́̒̓̉̏̃̔̓̀̆̍̈́̇̿͊͛͗̅̚k̶̢̪̰͉͓̤͙̦̞̞̭̱̠͎̜͚̟̝̝̺͉̞͙̐͑̐́̉͛͗̚͜͠.̸̧̨̡̡̖̫̣̹̠̗̞̟͓̙̬̬̤̫̞̲̟̥̝̻͔̞̬̥̰̻̬͈̭̼̫͚̦̜̜̭͚̟̣̅̈́̑̃̔̋̅̌̃̋̆̈́̈́̒͌̈́͜͜͝.̸̡̨̢̮͉̪̯͖͔̤̮̬̜̫͛̋̽͌́̕ ̴̨̲̲̝͎̼͔͔̙͈͓͈̈̆̅̾̃̒̆͊̋̄̅͌̍̒̈́͌̾̔̈́̋̃̈́̅͋̚͘͠͝ͅB̵̨̢̧̛̯͈̹͇̗͉̜͕̠͍̬͎͊̇̐͗̇̾̎̈́͊̊̀́͌͐͆̐̔͒͌̓̀̿́̎̚͘̚̕͘͘͝͝͝R̶̢̢̨̯͙̫̘̼̩̠̱̺̱̥̜̲̜̠̳͓̫͎̫̪͓̗̠̼̯̻̘͓̦͇͍̱̄̒͌̋̈́̀̽͗̀͜͝Ȩ̸̡̨̢̡̘̤̖͎̬͇̙̣̫̝͔̝̼͙̖̣̲̤͕͚̠̥̬̇́̈́̊̒͆Ą̶̧̭̦̙͍͕͓̳͕͖̞͈͙̱͓̺̦̫̻̩̫̩̱̫͙̝͉̰̬̦͓̋́͒̈̈́̽̈́̈́̽̂̀̓̃̐̎̔̆͒̽͘͘̚̚͜͝͝K̴̢̛̙̟̩͈̫̹̰͈̤͍̝̭̱̠̗̹̝̮̳̤̙͉̖̥̘̥̳͎̳̙͕̰̼̺̻̐͌̐͛̍̋̇͐͋͑̕͝͝I̴̧̼̥͔̯̳͙͈̭̦͇̠̺͚͚̹͚̞̘̱̤͒͒̃̎̿̅́͐̉͛̈͒̄͋̈́̏̿̇͌́̽̕̕̚N̴̡̧̧̨̧̜͎̙̣̳̤̣̯̰͕̜̼̰̰̟̮̻͈̯̪͇̯͉̙͓̯̻͍̭̱̯̒̓̇͛̏͊̌͊̄̈́͂͌̎͋͗̑̐͋́̅̀́͒̽͜ͅͅͅĢ̸̨̡̨̛̛̺̝͔̫͙̮̳̹͚̠̪͇̱͕̳͈̻̹͇̘̜̱̫̙̗̻̦͓͕͓̦͔̰̖̯̬̀́͐̽̀̆̆̎̌̇̓̅̒̈́͂͂̃͑̍̄́̊̐̌͒̀̂̀͆̓̊̽̽̒͒̒͘̕̕̕̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̨̧̧̡̢̨̛̮̬͇̣̳̣͈̙̠̮̬̭͕̝̯͎̘̠̻̘͍͕̞̤̘̩̱̯̲̜̖̳͚̘̞̮̪͈͖̲̊̿͜͝F̴̗͓̼͔̻̖̜͎̦̖̲̪̠̞̙͎͐̂͗̏̉̉͛̾̀̽̃͘͝͠͝͝ͅR̴̢̨̯̳͍̲̐̀̍͋̈́́̋̅̿͒͜Ȩ̶̧̨̢̡͕͕̙̝̲͖̩͔̟̻̣̣̭̮̺̙̻̞̪̙̺̘̭̹̬̙̗͓̼̳̃̊̏͗͑̓̒̐̽͌̐̌̈́̿͛̍͒̂̇͐̀̽͐̇͑̆́͗̔͊͒̚͘͝͠ͅE̴̡̧̨̛̛̛̥̟̳̘̝̪̖̞̤̤̲̥͚͉̠̻̹̙̍̽̔͐̑̍͑͋́̑̑́̂͐̊̓̀̐̐̊̒͒͂̑́̌̈́̓͑̓̈̐͗̈́́͐̑̅̚͜.̴̡̢̟̣͙͈̗̯̹̓̈́̋́̈́̈͋̈́̅̌͋̐̒̆̈́̓̀̆̌̓͘̚͝͠ ̵̧̨̧̨̨̛̺̳̳̘̩͔̯̣̩͕̤̩̗̣̝̱̦͍̥̣̠̙̂̊̓́̈́̋̐̈̍̅̆͑̐̀̽̔̽̆͂̾̀̀̓̿̎͛͆̃͛̾̐̅̓͂̚̕͘͜͝͝͝ͅV̵̨̨̨̢̢̧̞̱̣͔̖̦͓̲͈̘̱̞̗̹̮̬̻̥̜̣̝͇͙̲͍̜̟̜̱͖̔͂̈́̄̒͆̎͛͐̇͂̚͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅͅȨ̵͓͔͉̙̪̱̥͕͙̠͉͓̪͚̺͓̻̣̬̻͓̯̳̭̲̱̥͊́͒̅̐͐̀́̎̓͑̌̋͂͗̆̏͐̎͘͜͜͜S̴̢̨̲̘̹͓̞̙͇̝̣̰̯̻͕̤̮̫̦̲̪̺̩͕̺̩͇̤̦͓͍͙͇͚̣̠̤̖̩͈̗͌̿́͗̽̒̉̿͑̉͆́͒̈́̄̓͌̃̉̈́̾͗̑́͗̌̐̐̅̇̾̂͊͐̕͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅŞ̶̧̧̛̪̲̣̺͇̻͕͔̱͓̬͎͕͎̥͉̼̯̠͇̟̞̈́̋́̌̉̎̄͑͛̍͑͑̍̊͐͂̏͒̿̐͑͋̽̇̎̚͜͝͝͝͝͠Ȩ̸̝̫̹͉̝̱̹̦̺͍̗̞̲̤̻̜̭̺̪̑͒̀̄̈́̿̐̓̆́͑̈̉́͋̔̓̊̑͛̉̃͗͂̕L̴̢̟̞̯̠̲̤̽.̶̛̊̈́͌͒͋̏̀̈́̅́̃̉̍̇̀͛̈́̂̈́͗͜
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Black lines began slipping onto Pakura and taking over her body, Pakura begged and cried; she screamed for Mito and Naori; she barely managed to get her hand to hit the white covers of the infirmary bed, before her hand rebounded on a clear barrier.
Pakura's eyes widened and she tried again and again, her sealed chakra offered no help either.
She began begging for forgiveness, "I promise…. I promise… I won't… Please… forgive… I didn't mean…"
[You did not heed my words. That being is now free. You broke the casualty. This is your own folly.]
As the black lines began fully taking over thoughts rushed into her head, foreign, and dark, almost sinister thoughts.
'Kill…. Kill… Thieves… Mine… Mine… MINE…. SOUTAROU!... Escaped… Escaped… He left… LEFT MY WORLD… I MADE IT ALL FOR HIM… MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!! THIEVES THIEVES… Soutarou. Soutarou. My sweet… Sweet husband… You can run… but you can't get away…'
'NO GET OUT OF MY HEAD-'
'Ant. You will be the first step to my reunion with my beloved…'
'STOP! STTTAP! NO WHAT ARE YOU?'
'Please… No I didn't… I didn't mean to…'
'It is too late… I have broken free.. Hehe. HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHHEHEHEHEHE. Vessel… Ah… Pakura… Such a good vessel… one he prefers…. This back… will… be all for him… Everything is his… and he is mine… He ran away… you understand…. Bad people need to be punished… just like you Pakura… though… I have to thank you… You set me free…. Your idiocracy let me break free… #@()*#(*@)*# cannot hold me back… and you… You are my sweet. Sweet release.'
"He's not— MINE—!"
Pakura's denial shattered into a hoarse, feral scream, "NO—NO—NOOOOO—!!"
Pakura screamed again, longer this time… Until her throat burned and her voice cracked, the sound warping into something barely human.
"G—GET OUT—GET OUT OF MY HEAD—AAAAAAHHHH—!!"
The scream that followed wasn't something that was described by anything other than just pain.
A raw, broken howl ripped from her chest, echoing across the isolated infirmary room as her body began convulsing. Her spasm body hit the bed over and over again, shaking and the light began to leave Pakura's eyes…
[I'm sorry Pakura… I warned you… not to reveal information about the-. System Manager has been blocked by Administrator, #(*)#@*()#@()?]
'Naughty… Naughty little Manager…'
All before the light reappeared and her body robotically sat straight, before clenching her fists. And her eyes flickered open and closed mechanically. As a hoarse laughter began, "Hahahahahahahah… Ahahaha…. Hahahaha… I'm finally… finally free… My beloved…. You thought you could leave me… You thought… Fleeing worlds was enough? Hehe… Pakura… This flesh… It will suffice for now…"
"Soutarou-chan~"
Using her fingers to prop her stoic mouth upwards in a doll-like smile, Pakura titled her head mechanically.
~Soutarou POV~
[Warning. Pakura's #I@(#(@#-. Administrator Override. False Warning Sign.]
'???'
Soutarou's eyes narrowed as he felt a chill run down his spine.
'What did you do?'
[I have done nothing. Continue gathering strength User, it was just a false alarm.]
Soutarou closed the system panel and thought, 'The system said administrator override… something's up… I'd better be cautious around Pakura… whatever it did… It's not looking good.'
Soutarou gritted his teeth and began running faster as his eyes glinted in determination…
~Tsunade POV~
Just as Tsunade was going to question the system once again a sealing tag burned and Tsunade rushed out of her tent only to be met with rising flames in the distance.
'Damn rock humpers… That sly old fox Onoki has been harassing our rear redeployments constantly… he's trying to bog us down here so we can't reinforce another battlefield. Damn bastard… We can't even launch a large scale… No. We can. Even if these Iwa shinobi are numerous their only quality is quantity. Our Special Jonin can handle their Jonin, our chunin can handle their Special Jonin… as for genin, the ones that are on the battlefield are nothing, but cannon fodder. The only way to break through is… A massive scale attack at their encampment… We'd have to abandon our rear and throw ourselves at them in that case… which just sets us up for defeat…'
Tsunade grit her teeth and barked orders to put out the fire and ensure that their supplies weren't damaged, to chase enemy shinobi and to launch a retaliatory harassment campaign. Tsunade then ordered someone to get her an updated battlefield map.
Moments later Tsunade clutched her forehead and confused, 'These bastards are all clustered together… they know our tailed beast isn't on this battlefield… so while we have to spread out our composition due to the possibility of theirs, they completely compressed their formation. A wall of lives… so we can't even harass them or our harassment teams will run into battalions instead of squads. Fuck. If only we had a second tailed beast-'
Tsunade stared at where the system panel usually was and had an epiphany, 'Second tailed beast?'
'Couldn't we effectively turn Soutarou into one? If I supercharged his chakra along with a collection of medical jonin doing the same… could he temporarily reach the level of Grandpa? Still this exposes Konoha itself… So what should I do?'
'If I leave Mikoto at Konoha, drag Soutarou to the battlefield, I can question him about the system and I can turn him into our battering ram for the Iwa battlefield. Not only that, using Soutarou's sharingan… I might even be able to trigger that old coot's PTSD and Trauma from back then… Second Grandpa always said the most fearful of the Uchiha wasn't him or his students, but Onoki…'
Tsunade's eyes flashed, 'I need to reinforce Mikoto… then let's send back Orochimaru and Jiraiya, those two aren't needed here anyways… Our formation fell apart once I became that much stronger than those two.'
Tsunade began shipping orders across the battle field using Konoha war hawks before sending a message off to Mito and Naori…
~Mito POV~
'What is this feeling…'
Mito yanked the curtains to Pakura's infirmary bed, finding an awake Pakura albeit clearly disoriented.
Pakura's voice rang out somewhat off, or awkwardly, "Lady Mito."
Mito's eyes narrowed and she felt an ominous feeling for a moment before, she thought, 'I can't feel her emotions? No I can't it's just… everything is being overpowered… this is love? T-this… This girl… why is her love so great that's overpowering everything else… It's not aimed at me, but someone else… She didn't have this… I'm willing to garner a guess that whatever the system did is related to…'
Mito asked, "How are you feeling now, Pakura? Don't speak of that 'being' anymore; we've all confirmed that we have it. For now it's not a concern… It's the war. Do you know why we're fighting this war?"
Pakura's eyes stared at her mechanically as she robotically held her throat as if something was stuck and rasped out, "Soutarou… Senju."
Mito chuckled and said, "Yes that brat is one reason, but it's to defend Konoha… I hope you can join that mission."
Mito held out a newly minted Konoha headband to her, all while she thought, 'As expected… the moment I mentioned why we started the war, her thoughts immediately went to Soutarou. The system must have overridden her emotions and feelings to become a puppet of love for Soutarou… That explains the overwhelming love… So now the question is… Is this Soutarou's desire or the system's?'
Pakura looked at Mito with an unreadable expression all while Mito kept smiling at her, before Pakura's arm moved slowly and grabbed the headband and stared at it in her hands. Mito said, "Would you like me to put it on for you?"
Pakura said, "No. I don't like being touched."
Mito strained a smile, but nodded all the same and said, "If you need anything just ask one of the medical ninjas, Naori and I will be in the main tent. Rest up, if you want justice against Sunagakure you'll have your chance soon."
Pakura looked at Mito with the same blank star before her head slowly formed a nod.
The moment Mito left her ominous feeling returned and she frowned, 'Pakura seems unused to her own body… for a moment I thought a puppet master was controlling her… I even used a bit of subtle chakra to check her surroundings and found nothing… Perhaps it was just the shocks the system gave her? This feeling though it's as if my instincts are on fire. Like I've forgotten something truly important-'
'Damn you Tsuna, can't you send a message at a better time?'
Cursing lightly Mito who was walking outside of the tents held her arm out for a hawk to gracefully land on it with a note attached to its leg…
Mito summarized its contents into, 'Bringing Soutarou onto the Iwa front, forcing that little grunt away using his Madara trauma all while testing Soutarou about the system and maybe learning the truth about this whole situation. If Soutarou really is a threat… or if he just desires women… Then I'll keep all the girls away from him, as for Mikoto and maybe Pakura, these two are too far gone albeit for different reasons… Still… Pakura…'
Mito made a guilty face as she thought, 'Without her doing that we'd never have known about the threat this system possesses… and now more than ever I'm sure that the system did something to that girl. She's not quite human anymore. Now that I've stepped away from the tent and tried to sense her, all I can say is I feel nothing where Pakura is, not even ambient chakra. That combined with the puppet-like movement and that ominous feeling…'
'Forget it…'
Mito's expression hardened and she turned her gaze to the various Konoha shinobi and then shook her head and turned forwards and began to walk towards her command tent, thought she failed to notice...
[...Sensory Field Altered... Administrator Override.]