Ikam / Reizo / Mirik's POV (Land of Water - Elemental Nations)
It had taken a while to find a location suitable for his needs. He needed a space to create what he needed. Mishiro had found them a cave that should work. Ikam brought her and Ashira along. Knowing he would need their combined efforts for this.
Ikam worked patiently. His plans here were numerous, but he would prefer if his first would bear fruit. He had planned originally to sign up for the Okama's clan summoner. From his knowledge of summonings, he figured earning would be easy enough. He was powerful, intelligent, and could be charismatic when needed. Yet, within minutes of appearing in their home, the Raccoons had rejected him. To a man with more minor aims, they would let this be. Summons often yielded significant power and were unafraid to punish humans who stepped out of line, shinobi or no. But Ikam was not a man to be told no. He had a contact seal on him that would allow him to control any being as long as he was stronger. He had managed to land it on one of the elders but had shortly been banished by the head Elder.
It was a short setback, to say the least. His seal seemed unable to activate with him being so far from it, or at least if it did work, it was not giving his orders to have him unbanished. So, he had to find a different solution. While it was nearly impossible to find a summons home without being summoned there. Due to many wielding odd powers to hide it. He could use seals to bypass this. His teleportation technique only required him to picture where he was going and a large sealing array with a changing amount of chakra. It made it less than helpful in combat, but here, it would be perfect. But first, he needed something else to be done.
He glanced at the wall covered in Kanji. Each inch of the wall was covered in kanji symbols and lines. Each connected speaking a language only a Fuijutsu master could decipher. To his right and left stood Ashira, finishing his own wall. The man was the greatest Fuijutsu master he had ever met. He had spent the two walls and the floor when it took Mishiro and Ikam to do one. But now that they were complete, it was time.
"Ashira, Mishiro."
"Sir." Ashira answered dutifully. The man had been prepared to die at his orders. But after being defeated, he had became more determined to serve him than ever. The old fool.
"My love." Mishiro answered even more dutifully. She was his right hand, the only one he could fully trust. He had chosen his members well.
"Prepare yourselves. We finished the seal now, so I may visit our friends." Ikam ordered. Usually, he was more personable with his men. He knew the value of loyalty, after all. But he was restless to gain control of the Okama clan. The fools would serve him by choice or by crook.
Both nodded grimly as the three Uzumaki weaved hand signs at an absurd speed. This went on for a full minute before all three chorused at once.
"Devil's Possession: Evil Array!" The three rang out before the floor was suddenly covered in Kanji, symbols, and lines similar to the walls. Though these came out blood red.
Ikam marched forward excitedly, eager to enact his latest plan. Since entering the Land of Iron, Ikam had been keen to gain his new weapon. He knew if he were to oppose the Five Nations so openly, he needed to become even stronger. To do so, he would need a weapon worthy of him. Luckily, he gathered the mask he needed back in the Leaf. It had been challenging to figure out how to use it as he intended. But as always, his Fuijutsu offered him a way around this. He chuckled as he pulled the mask in question; the room darkened as if the light was drained from it. Ashira took a step back. He had been open in his hatred of the mask, claiming they were integral to the logic of slaying the Uzumaki. But Ikam only saw them as yet another tool for him to use. And what a powerful tool it was…
Ikam removed the mask from its case. Mishiro forced Ashira to turn as he did. He sighed to himself, dispelling the slight feeling of dread the mask seemed to emanate. He gazed upon it hesitantly, the Tsukumogami Mask as it was dubbed. It was one of the more interesting ones in his possession. The mask looked like an older man smiling in joy of his creation. Yet the feeling of joy was sickly sweet. He supposed it was fitting.
"A cruel trick indeed…" Ashira added. "The Tsukumogami mask is one I fear more than the others. It was the first of the five discovered. A scroll found with it detailed a powerful Yokai in ancient times was sealed within it. The beast was taking the souls of unfortunate victims and merging them with objects. These objects were often powerful and alive. Even acquiring traits from the soul fuzed."
"Such as bloodline traits." Mishiro continued throwing her hair behind her head with a smile. She often liked to think back to her days of stealing the mask. "When I stole them, I sealed my Husband's soul within my blade." She said darkly. "It became a blade capable of slicing through Fuijutsu, inherited my husband's famed ability to destroy seals."
"Which is perfect. It is time for Mifune to see the value of the blades I gave him." Ikam said excitedly. "Let us begin." He said as he put on the mask.
As he did, the candles lighting the room snuffed out instantly. Mishiro and Ashira flinched as they felt a presence among them. An ancient and powerful laugh sounded off around them from seemingly everywhere.
I see a new user. Do you wish to use my power from so far away? Oh, I see; such clever creatures you humans are. It's why I assist in repurposing your lot. Easier to deal with as tools. I shall play along for now. Let us form a new being!
Mishiro and Ashira realized the voice was coming from Ikam. Suddenly strands, glowing strands of dark matter seeped from the mask. It appeared to be liquid but flowed like gas. The Kanji of the room pulsated with light as the odd light poured into them.
First to get the soul! Ikam, possessed by the being, roared as the dark energy flowed even faster.
Reizo's POV
Reizo demonstrated to a crowd of men. Each was a newly promoted samurai. His most trusted men, they each had been gifted the swords Ikam had given the Iron for his entry. And while the man had turned out to be a degenerate, the blades he had given were of high quality. Each had been reinforced with Fuijutsu as promised. Each seeming to be unbreakable, they would indeed serve them well.
"See when you're deflecting a slash." Reizo lectured. "It's mostly in the wrist; redirect their blow and unleash your own." He then mimed deflecting a blow before slashing once. He held his blade as he watched his men reenact the move. Before, the group suddenly stopped, whispering to each other as they stared at Reizo, seemingly confused. "I did not tell you to stop."
"But sir," One of the braver ones chimed up. "Your weapon…"
Reizo looked down to see the blade of his new sword seemingly covered in a dark yet glowing substance. Reizo barely had time to ponder this before his men gasped again as their blades glowed. Reizo's thoughts swirled before his mind realized.
"Get rid of your weapons!" He bellowed as he tried to drop his sword. But the second the words left his mouth, the substance coated the entire blade. His hand was stuck to the substance as if it had always been a part of it. He looked up to see the men suffering the same fate. His mind spun as he tried to think of a solution. He desperately attempted to channel chakra to the substance. Perhaps it can combat the strange substance. But before he could muster much, his hand was on fire. The pain went from sharp to unbearable as a scream sounded out. He realized with panic it was his own. More followed as the energy continued to grow on Reizo and his men. Reizo stumbled over to the wall, the pain almost making his consciousness fade as he did. He managed to hit the panic button, sounding the base alarm. Perhaps help would come and save him. But Reizo felt he was offering a warning from doomed men. He collapsed to the floor as the substance coated half his body. As it grew, he felt less and less of the covered body. Incredible pain followed by numbness. Half of his face was covered, as well as his throat. He could no longer speak, merely watch as his officers suffered the same fate. Several of them were fully encompassed and no longer moving.
Before it covered his face entirely, Mifune flew into the room with several guards. They gasped as they witnessed the events in the room.
Reizo slowly used blood leaking from an unseen wound somewhere within the substance-covered part of his body. He cuffed his finger in blood and wrote a message on the wall as the men desperately tried to help him.
IT WAS IKAM
Mifune eyes narrowed in rage. But they could only watch as the men were fully enveloped before the substance shrank. The man-sized blobs became smaller and smaller before entirely dissipating. Where proud samurai stood, only swords remained. Several of his men cried out in despair. Ikam had taken the lives of samurai and even a high-ranking official. There would be hell to pay…
Before he could consider this much further, the blades suddenly were coated in Kanji before poofing away.
Mifune would have Ikam's head.