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"Justice will prevail, you say? But of course, it will! Whoever wins this war becos justice!"
- Doflamingo, (One Piece)
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"When I first heard about this trip, I really thought that we would be going to soplace different, soplace that's not an extrely cold mountain covered with snow. But every 'sacred' or 'mystical' martial arts institution seems to be obsessed with snow-covered cold mountains. And the worst thing is that Ra's Al Ghul didn't allow to do another skydive this ti." I grumbled while climbing up the mountain using traditional mountain trekking equipnt.
"It would have given away our position to the enemy. The Untitled is more inhuman than you can imagine. I have heard stories about them, of their ruthlessness from my... father but even those stories pale in front of their real cold-blooded malevolence. We need every advantage we can get over them and that includes the elent of surprise as well" Nyssa Al Ghul stated as she climbed up the sa rope I was climbing above .
"Well I understand that but what I don't understand is why the hell did your father let you co with under my command. I an, doesn't he know that any responsible father should never let handso billionaires near their young daughters? He is practically inviting to try to ban..."
"Don't complete that sentence or I WILL cut the rope." She threatened, not caring about the half a dozen league mbers who were also climbing the sa rope below imdiately freezing in their place in fear of their boss's daughter actually following through with her threat.
'I guess league ninjas aren't exactly as fearless as advertised' I thought while feeling a little bad for them.
"Yeah but look at the bright side, we now have ample ti for training which ans that you can now perfect your archery while you are here and give a surprise to your daddy dearest after going back." I teased.
"I knew I should have said no when my father ordered to join you as your subordinate. I would have preferred seppuku rather than... this." She said in an annoyed voice as she increased her speed of climbing.
"Huh? But I thought we were friends now. That was the deal we agreed on, wasn't it? You are breaking my little gold-studded heart you know." I also increased my climbing speed to keep up with her.
It seems that Nyssa was far more physically fit than any normal human because any normal human would have blacked out from the extre cold and lack of oxygen by now but she was soldiering through like this was nothing to her. If I had to make a rough estimate, I would say her physical capabilities were sothing close to the level of the Winter Soldier from Marvel. At least that's what I calculated from my observations of her body through the 'Transparent world' ability of my golden finger.
It was probably so sort of mutation caused by her father's repeated exposure to the mystical Lazarus pits before she was born making her a born supersoldier.
"The deal was that I would give you a tour of the city and teach you about the league, not beco your... 'friend' or sothing. In fact, if I knew that you would sohow convince my father to send with you as your underling, I would have never agreed to it even in my worst nightmare." She huffed, her pride seemingly hurt by the fact that she despite being the daughter of the leader of the organization not only was inferior to , a newbie in a particular skill but also, that she had to listen to in this mission.
"Believe , I have no part in convincing your father of anything. In fact, I am as surprised as you that he made this decision. Your father has been doing this for far longer than either of us can imagine. So, it would not be a stretch if we get easily manipulated by him without even realizing it happening." I muttered softly, making sure that nobody else could hear but her.
As a matter of fact, I already had a couple of reasons in my mind why her father might have done this, and one of them made perfect sense strategically speaking. But that would only be possible if he was one of the worst fathers in the world who didn't care about his daughter at all which also might be true in this case, except the fact that I had no proof of it and therefore my hunch was only that, a possible hunch, one that I wouldn't be able to convince Nyssa with. So currently, I had no other choice than to just keep my theories to myself and try to collect as much proof as possible.
Nyssa heard my mumbling, evident by a small change in her facial expressions but she quickly went back to normal and continued climbing while ignoring .
I also understood that any further comnts would be pushing it right now, so I too continued climbing behind her silently without making any more comnts.
The climb was as much tiring (for the other naless ninjas behind at least) as it was difficult. None of us died because none of us were ordinary civilians but that didn't an anybody liked it. After reaching our destination, the assassins covered in complete white clothing with a small bag on each of their backs were barely able to stand straight and were wheezing loudly from their lack of stamina, despite their ninja training.
"The All-caste lives around here at this side of the mountain, so all we need to do is just find their hidden cave called 'The chamber of all' and..." Nyssa tried to determine our location on an old-looking map as she tried to find which direction to go to.
"Hey N, how common are mirages and phantasms on high cold snowy mountains?" I asked looking in a certain direction a little away from us.
"Don't call that, it makes us seem really close which we are not. Also, mirages occur in deserts idiot. Why? Did you finally see your face reflected sowhere?" She sneered, clearly proud of her sarcastic retort at my question.
"No, but I did see a couple of zombies walking towards us from that direction. Also, they seem to be coming from that cave behind them, the sa place that you have been searching for the last few minutes without any hope of success." I replied calmly.
"Wait, what?" Nyssa exclaid as she also looked at the way I was pointing with squinting eyes.
There was about a score of walking dead slowly marching towards us. All of them seed to be the corpses of so kind of monks or saints wearing long orange robes with disfigured faces and limbs that looked like they were broken in a scuffle.
"Holy shit." I heard one of the masked ninjas, a female one mutter behind under her breath, making wonder if Ra's Al Ghul had assigned the runts of the litter as my group.
"What do we do?" Nyssa asked as she took her position beside with her bow drawn in her hands. She might not be happy with this situation overall but that didn't seem to reduce her sense of responsibility for this mission. She didn't try to act like the leader or soone of a higher position than at all and completely left the leadership and decision-making part to as her father originally wanted.
"There only seems to be about two dozen of them. Also, they seem to be extrely slow and... blunt. We can take them. All we have to make sure is that we do not let them overwhelm us. Use long-range weaponry like bows and arrows, kunai, or shuriken. Try to target their heads. Destroying their brains should do the trick." I commanded with a no-nonsense voice as I guessed the last part from my years of experience in watching zombie films.
As soon as I gave the order, everyone under my command started their assault on the white walkers according to my instructions. Besides Nyssa who used her arrows, everyone else used their standard kunai and shuriken. Only the female ninja (yes, I am guessing her gender from her body structure, sue ) used throwing knives and poison darts.
The coordinated attack was imnsely successful and most of the undead were... dead even before they reached near us. The few that did were either decapitated by Nyssa using her bow which could be separated into a pair of sharp hunting daggers or got their skull punched in by since I was too lazy to use an actual weapon.
"That wasn't hard. I guess I can slash 'fighting a horde of undead' off from my bucket list now." I murmured as I cleaned the brain matter from my gloves using the snow and started to check the dead bodies.
There were no bite or scratch marks on them. So, it didn't look like a zombie-virus-caused event. Instead, it seed like they had been killed by a group of people through either the use of brute force or sothing sharp. There were even whip marks on a few of their bodies.
My guess would be that they had been killed and then raised from the dead by so bullshit necromancy spell. I had heard of a few that could do this sort of thing while training under Giovanni but the weird thing is that no matter what spell is used, the cost of replicating this effect would be... huge. So why would anyone use such a spell to raise a bunch of monks from the dead? They could have just killed them and left. Why show off, unless they are powerful enough to afford to flaunt uselessly.... or do they have access to sothing equally as powerful?
"Ah, it seems that you have already taken care of them. You have my thanks, traveler. However, your presence here makes wonder why exactly the league is here in our territory. Does Ra's Al Ghul plan to finish us off while we are struggling to battle the Untitled?" A short old woman asked calmly with a blank visage as she appeared out of nowhere, standing beside where I was currently kneeling to examine the unmoving bodies of the undead.
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