As the nails rained down like sheets of retribution, Haisei snarled, feeling his cursed technique chime—A deep, dark crimson crackled around his forearms and pure black chains formed around his forearms, wrapping loosely down his wrist into his palms—He flared his Observation Haki, leaping around the obstacles as they crashed down into the white stone beneath his feet.
The spirit snarled, its lack of eyes couldn't hide its frustration, seeing the young sorcerer below it was dodging its attacks like it was child's play. Its feet slowly found the ground below it, but Haisei was already on the move. From the edge of the projectile attack radius, he leapt into the air, swinging his arms and subsequently the chains around his forearms, ripping some of the lasting nails in half.
"Hhng!" He grunted, swinging his arms downwards in a quick sub-session from his first attack, and his chains clawed through the domain, racing towards the cursed spirit at the edge of the domain.
The cursed spirit growled, feeling the imminent doom approaching, and it raised its arms above its head in hopes of defending itself from the brutal affront. Haisei grinned, feeling his cursed technique ignite once more as pure white flames sparked to life, racing down the chain.
The make-up of the flames was the same, which consisted of what a cursed spirit was. Let's hope this works! He couldn't stop his momentum nor let his advance be halted by feelings of doubt.
He knew his attack would work; he wouldn't have imagined it otherwise. The curse spirit's stretched skin stretched from its brows; its sightless face was confused about what it was facing.
The chains hit with the weight of a thousand tons, the creature cried under the pressure, the flames searing the metal into its metaphysical flesh, boiling its purple blood to the point where it turned black.
"Eat shit! You ugly bastard!" He extended his weight as much as he could, his curse technique flaring in response to his intentions. Thunderous roars and creaks from the domain itself tore through the atmosphere as Haisei felt the curse's resistance begin to weaken.
His momentum slowed, and his feet hit the ground before he knew it; his concentration slipped at the sudden impact. The chains and flame faded alike, revealing scorched, molten cement alongside a crushed, dying curse.
Haisei looked around as his breath steadied, the total raid seemingly not affecting him a bit. His eyes darted, taking in his surroundings in a quick glance with the aid of his observation Haki, always being prudently active nearly twenty-four-seven.
His attention snapped back towards the crater that crackled with heat. Minute groans fought for dominance, something only Haisei could hear. He squinted, closing the distance rather urgently. His senses kept him ready for any tricks.
Peering over the edge, the creature was seared, its hands dangling from peeling forearms. Its shoulders were facing the same treatment. Haisei stared indifferently, the cruel scene doing nothing to play on his psyche. The domain around him trembled, crying and thundering as it gave out.
Shattering like glass, Haisei blinked, flaring his senses to the utmost. His body tensed as his expression turned grim, shit. I was blocked from the outside world—I should've expected this.
His hands slowly raised—His fingers splayed, palms open in the form of surrender as he held them by his ears. Surrounding him on all fronts was a duo of sorcerers. One, dressed in all black with a white-hilted katana tied to his hip and dark, onyx, silky black hair tied into a ponytail, left to dance in the early morning wind.
The other stood right in front of Haisei—Moving so quickly he blinked, and the man appeared. Fast. He mentally noted the disparity, taking in the slightest details of the sorcerer in front of him.
Short, blonde, cropped hair split down the middle. He had piercing golden eyes with cross-like pupils settled amid the golden storm. His eyes reminded Haisei of his own; the intensity, however, was something he couldn't force himself to stand even if he wanted to.
"No way. This little brat exorcised that curse?" The man muttered, his eyes wide with surprise, rather than suspicion and action. Haisei blinked, confused at the turn of a reaction. Eh?
"No shit… He really did." He repeated himself. His hand involuntarily reached for his chin, rubbing the blonde beard that covered it. "Kid, relax… You're not free to go, but you're not exactly in trouble." The man finally acknowledged Haisei, prompting the kid to take a shaky deep breath.
His eyes were absorbing everything about the man in front of him.
Down from the nice navy-blue suit he wore, to the rosary he had wrapped around his wrist and dangled from his palm.
This is interesting. I've never seen these sorcerers before. Haisei mentally noted, already prepared for the man that appeared behind him out of thin air. Some sort of invisibility? I could sense him.
The man with the ponytail looked him up and down. Haisei was obviously terribly outmatched in the height department now. There was nothing he could do about that except be grumpy. But he kept his thoughts to himself.
"We'll take him, Tato-san," the sorcerer said, his dominant hand resting on the hilt of his blade. He didn't bother glancing at Haisei again. Tato, the blonde-haired sorcerer, huffed, looking awkwardly at Haisei, who stood frozen, momentarily stunned.
"W-What?! No! I live with my mom—It's just us, I can't leave her by herself. He stated, shaking his head and backing away. Tato sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, kid… That's a nice sentiment, but what would that very same mother think of you being out here fighting a curse?" And not just any curse… A first grade, taken down all by himself… Tato eyed Haisei for a moment longer.
Haisei frowned, "That's not the point. I'm like you guys, surely you know that. I have to exercise my abilities somehow—I have to protect her." He declared. Feeling a little guilty knowing that he was coming up with all of this on the fly, he wanted to try and leave peacefully.
"W-When I was young—"
"Tato, get him in the car. And prepare a visit to his mother." The dark-haired sorcerer called out, a few paces from the others, as he glanced over his shoulder with his command. Haisei stuttered only to suck in a deep breath.
But Tato was faster. Already in front of Haisei, his eyes glowing eerily as he drove two fingers straight into the kid's sternum. "Sorry, but it's not worth the mess you'll cause. You did this to yourself." He whispered, those words being the last that Haisei heard before he met black.