Warning: this post contains mature subject mature, reader’s discretion is advised
Also some parts aren’t written perfectly but I think they make sense and also sorry about the extra few days wait.
Edit: made some slight grammar fixes
Anyways,
Savoring the moment was over, it was time to actually eat the damned cake. Chōmei was silent, and there was an almost painful twist in the core of his guts. No more foolery.
Hōzuki-Uzumaki Sabumaru, cannibal, sociopath, medic, part-time comedian, and one hungry boy descended like a literal monster down into the core of the village, landing on the bonfire with more than enough force to extinguish it. The needle point extended off his arm, taking shape as a katana seemingly made of water. Sakata’s thirst was something Sabumaru had given it, a gift from his eternal hunger. When he fed, so he felt he should feed his beloved blade as well. “Oh child, won’t you sing with me?” Sabu said to the blade as a few villagers started poking their heads out of windows and doorways to see what caused quite a commotion in their quaint and quiet town. Sabu made the seals of the Dragon, Rat, Ox, Boar, and Snake with his free left hand before touching the ground. “Senpō: Tsuchikuri!” He shouted, prefacing the destructive effects of his earth chestnut by releasing all of his killing intent at once. It would be enough to momentarily stun most villagers, though really the fear they’d feel would pale in comparison with what would come.
Around the village the ground rose with with a speed that was reserved for a running cheetah and very quickly surrounded the huts and free food in a cube matching the shape of the barrier. This mighty monument to hunger would stand almost half a kilometer in height, and as a true cube it was easy to see. This was no simple feat, only a perfect sage would be able to do such a thing with relative ease, but this was only the first step.
Thunder would be the only comparable sound to your entire life sinking beneath you. It’s really hard to imagine spending your whole life in an impoverished but happy town only to have an evil cannibalistic hermit show up and just plunge you into darkness, but then to follow it up with the feeling of an earthquake and the sound of thunder combined as the confusion and anguish and fear sets in. Oh the salt of fear, Sabu could taste it even before he made some new seals. It was a little different this time, since he slammed his sword into the ground where it melted and put both his hands together. Dragon, Snake, Boar, Rat, Bird, Dragon, Bird, Ox, Dog, Monkey, quite a string for someone who often just skips the process entirely and opts to throw water around while yelling too loud in combat. Once finished he quickly grabbed the dirt with bent arms and pushed his hands hard into the ground, yelling out another name. ”Senpō: Chika!”
It wasn’t actually thunder they heard, but the sound of the barrier ripping up the stone and dirt as it sank deep into the ground. Well, not that deep, Doton wasn’t Sabu’s specialty. The cube sunk quite quickly, down about 50 meters underground. Maybe that was quite deep, Sabu always lost track of how much he could do with natural energy, but what was really impressive was how after the cube was finally underground, the jutsu sealed it under more earth like a mole caving in the entrance to it’s caves. All that was left of the village after a total of about 30 seconds of action was a dirt plot in a grassy field, and a few stray cows and goats not caught in the chestnut cube. Even the sounds of their screaming would be lost now to all.
“O, Opus to Hunger, let us Consume!” said Sabu, removing some flares from a pouch on his waist and throwing them up in the air, summoning two terrier-sized flies to catch and carry them over his head. He really regretted putting the fire out since the flare was necessary now for anyone to see him.
“Uh... W-what?” someone asked from a hut. Sabu couldn’t even see a thing beyond a few feet. “Oh right,” he said to himself in frustration, activating his third eye. It was just a Byakugan he nabbed ages ago, but it liked calling it his third eye ever since he stuck it in his head. He only stretched it enough to see the villagers, not looking for or even seeing anything on the outside, simply because nobody without a Byakugan or two would be able to see inside. Why waste the effort? He was already two busy making one last seal. Well, it was technically two seals of confrontation, the left upside down, which he brought together. “Hakushu..” he declared as 15 tiles of stone popped out of the ground and began circling Sabu almost like they were in his orbit. Each one spun, but if you could catch the sight for a second and were a seal expert you’d notice the tiles were marked with Hiraishin, one of the cooler techniques only kiss-assess got to use. He had to maintain the seal with his left hand to keep this technique up, but this was fine since he preferred to swing Sakata with his right. The sword popped back out of the ground and was grabbed by Sabu, who “looked around” though his head remained still. The villagers were confused, could barely see, and really were just waiting to see what happened until a younger man yelled, “What do you want monster? We have nothing here, this is a poor village!”
“O, Opus to Hunger, Let us Consume!” Sabu said in reply as he turned his head towards the doorway his opposer stood in. Again, the man asked, ”What the hell do you want?!” Sabu’s wings on his back twitched before buzzing to life and lifting the man in black off the ground. He turned and slowly hovered towards the boy, his lighting crew following him.
“I want you to know fear before I kill and eat you.” He stated bluntly. “I want to make you fight your parents and children to the death and watch me eat the losers. I want to keep you in this darkness I have made, keep your filthy bloodlines alive and breed some blind, subservient food that knows nothing but serving me. I want to mark this place and build many more around it, grow this little farm and make a real production house. I want to make food out of the generations that you will help me make for eons and serve it to children in faraway villages, show them the hunger and guide them towards consumption. I want to have those children come and work at this place, by their own choice, enslave and consume their own forever, until those beneath rise up and consume the fat. An eternal cycle of hunger, self-sustaining self-consumption will be the fate of your whole race at my hands! O, Hunger! Do you hear my Opus?! Will you see my labor of love?! Let us all-“
Sabu had flown basically right up to the boy as he ranted, and by the end of it was screaming in his face and looking at the sky, or where it should have been. Hunger, it seemed, resided in the heavens. Sabu would reside in the hells, however, as a large knife plunged itself into his bald skull, right above the eye in the forehead area. It went about 4 inches in, and stopped Sabu mid-speech. His wings went mute like there was a power outage, and he fell to his feet and teetered. His wide boots managed to be steadied, as the corpse of the nightmare of a man stared with dead eyes into a young man’s shocked face, before they suddenly rolled back, and his water sword fell to the ground from his hand as the tiles clattered around him on the ground.
Nobody in the village expected their sudden victory to be cut so short. It essentially didn’t happen. Sabu’s hand swung like the end of a bat and grabbed the boy’s face, sticking his thumb into his mouth while his fingers grabbed the back of his neck. His hand didn’t stop, and he took the head clean off it’s shoulders so he could take a huge bite out of it. He clamped down right over the eye, cleanly cutting through the bone all the way down to the hole of the nasal cavity. The decapitated corpse slumped to the ground and blood, gore, viscera and other juicy stuff leaked out as Sabu ripped his head back from his meal, swallowed his first taste of flesh in much too long, and screamed at the top of his lungs,
“LET US COME TOGETHER AND CONSUME!”
though even that noise wouldn’t escape the hold he’d made. His wings melded back into his body as his Sage Mode ended. The flies on his armor had stopped collecting energy, and he’d spent most of what he had. It was only ever his plan to keep the state until the Kitchen as he’d taken to calling it during planning had been fully formed. However, he did reform the seal and float the tiles again, though this time he changed it to 5 stacks of 3 in an incomplete and upside down pyramid behind his back where the wings had been before.
Sabu turned back to the several other villagers to hold up the head in display and pull the knife out with his other hand. “Your fate was sealed a long time ago by me. I cannot be killed, and you have nowhere to go. You have no options anymore, food! Accept your destiny! Know your race deserves nothing less than this! Bow!”
Do you think they did?