There is an old fable around this land. Rooted in mystery, intrigue, and most of all, fear. About a young boy, supposedly taken from birth and raised to become a deadly force unlike anything the land had ever seen or experienced.
Some say it’s merely a myth, others a made-up boogeyman to keep the youth in check. Regardless, everyone is mindful of the
SIX MILE SHINOBI
What the world will soon find out on this fateful and bloody night is that the SIX MILE SHINOBI was a man of 20 lethal weapons, each potent enough to level a small village in terrifying circumstances. As the tales of old would describe, his bouts of massacre would take him a mere 34 minutes to achieve conquest.
A man with a blood lust unlike any other living creature on Earth. A man solely possessed with defiance, conviction, willpower, and chaos. To be SIX MILE, babies, children, adults, and animals are all just meat to his devil eyes.
Call it luck, fate, perhaps a punishment worse than death? I’ll let you all be the judge, but I had the chilling encounter with the actions of the Oni himself (something that didn’t go unnoticed by the man), but as a sign to spread the loathing message of terror and fear into the hearts of others, I’ve been spared to tell you about the three specific manoeuvres I saw him apply that night, the night EVERYBODY died.
- -Neo Zeed Plot. A man with a cunning for complex literature to possibly throw off the victims or flaunt his surprising intellect to the masses? Regardless, this was the first action he plagued upon the people.
Essentially, this was when he pulled out his dual katanas. I saw him take the stance of an Olympic runner waiting on the starting line. Back leg stretched, arching forward but with one katana placed in his mouth, the other in his left hand. As he finally decided to pounce, he leapt with immense speed and precision, gripping the second katana with his right hand and proceeded to slash the jugular of every man, woman, and child in sight! The sound of gashing gave off a sickening sound, a tune to a ‘fast-paced piano chords, aggressively looping endlessly’. The rate at which the bodies were dropping gave off the sound of drum patterns in a grotesque rhythm, thumping to the floor in an array of different directions!
2 -Cut Off The Snake’s Head. After that display of murder, he turned his attention to another nearby village (forcing me to always keep watch of the atrocities). As I arrived in that area, he decided to pull out his giant yari! That I could have sworn (from a distance, it looked 8ft tall) in height. This giant spear was taken from his back and gripped firmly in his two hands. What came next is something that caused me to vomit on the spot in pure disgust.
He walked casually through the village, twirling his massive yari and went about casually grinding the locals up as if with an open-bladed fan to a mouse. Upon this horrific sound, the only thing that could enter my PTSD-trauma-ridden brain was the sound of a jazz bass plucked strings. The consistency in those loops coincided with the splatter and guts bursting in cold-blooded intensity.
Once again, the remains of the bodies hitting the ground can only be reminded of a specific level of drums.
I also noticed that the remaining fearful victims sounded like synchronised screams that reminded me of high-pitched chords!
3- Shinobi E No Kyōfu the final act of vengeance, Holocaust and death that I encountered happened at the final village within reasonable distance from the last two. Upon this occasion SIX MILE decided it was due time to unleash his branded -Kusarigama onto the stage. A weapon hailed as one of the most technically sophisticated weapons to wield but if mastered one of the most deadly.
For this village he merely stalked the prey of the innocent civilians and one by one using equal parts sickle and spiked ball began to use his full strength to gut, cut and split the bodies in half’s, quarters and more.
Deciding to play the angel of death we shrieking sounds of sickle cutting bodies in half resembling the sound of a sharp violin or synth chord looping across a track!
When using the spiked ball, there was whiplash sounds of heads rolling, limbs exploding off of corpses that sounded eerie similar to a Jazz style drum sequence of light drum taps for softer limbs and almost the sound of plucked bass drums for the parts flying and hitting houses only to ricochet back onto the ground.
What shook me out of my brain dead position of fear was the fact he suddenly pulled out a gun for the running victims and shot them point bank in the back! The sounds of those gunshots running through the village also.
This was only 3 of his 20 styles of murder. I will live the rest of my days as a vegetable of my former self consumed by fear and anxiety as long as I will draw breath but it is my duty to pass on the message.
THE SIX MILE SHINOBI IS REAL, HE IS UPON US and GOD SAVE US ALL..
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