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Luka turned at the sound of Petra's voice. He recognized it instantly from his days in the Academy. The girl had often been around to demonstrate and talk to his class about what it was to be a shinobi. Luka could not remember any of the points, nor did he really care. He was merely a tool through which souls could reach Jashin. It did not matter if he was a farmer, a florist, or even a pianist as long as he got to practice his belief. While he did not care much for the honorable acts, the undying loyalty to a village, nor the respect given to people with fancy titles, he did believe in strength. Luka would bow only to those who's strength he has seen with his own eyes.

He smirked at Petra, using his thumb to gesture over his shoulder at the genin he had scared off. "The likes of those kind should not be accepted into your ninja army. They are weak, bloodless, and would run at the first sign of trouble." Luka spat in their direction before mentally asking Jashin for his forgiveness for Luka not having murdered the heathens. His attention was captured once more by Petra when she asked of his training. To demonstrate his words Luka slammed one fist into his hand, creating a miniature explosion. "I have learned only what I needed to perform my duty to Lord Jashin. I admit, I am lacking in ability." Luka said with contempt for himself. If he was to stay this weak Lord Jashin would surely lose interest in him and Luka would no longer be within his graces.

Before he could say more another one of the moon shinobi showed up to the party. It was Jakob Shihoin, the son of the revered Flash Goddess. Luka, as everyone else did, knew of the woman who brought this land together. If Jakob was her son, surely he was strong. This made Luka bow his head in respect, though only briefly. "I am Luka Jaeger." He said, not bothering to use his nickname the 'Jaegerbomb'. It came from those who had seen his brutality in battle, and his tendency to blow things up. "It will take more than a few infidels to scare me." And then it happened. Just as Luka spoke he felt a rush of wind followed by the concussive force of a blast. He was pushed forward right into Petra, knocking both of them to the ground.

The screams went up into the air and the panic ensued. People began to trample over each other and run for safety. Bandits and rogues came streaming in from the docks. Fires were lit and shots were fired. Luka shoved himself up from the ground and pulled Petra with him. "Lord Jashin, grant me the strength for beautiful sacrifices!" Luka said, not bothering to wait for the order to attack. This was one of the two circumstances where he could actually battle, and kill at that.

Hit, hurt hurt, hit (dead) Miss, miss, hit hit (dead), Hit hit (dead)

Luka heard someone shout out that they needed to protect the village. He scoffed at that, knowing exactly what and why he was doing it. Becoming a ninja had been a false pretense, a mere facade of his true intentions. Murder, blood, killing, slaying, destruction, chaos; these were the ways Luka loved to live. The blood lust had risen already and the glee was clear on his face. Luka sprinted through the marketplace, leaping with all his might and grasping the rim of a roof and hoisting himself up with sheer strength and adrenaline. A girlish cackle to his left made Luka turn his head towards it, and what he saw merely made him shiver with excitement. His sister was smashing the face in of a bandit, already sending souls to Jashin. Luka heard footsteps below him and without a second thought he jumped off the roof. He laced his fingers together and brought them high above his head, letting himself drop just above the bandit. "Praise Jashin!" Luka shouted at the top of his lungs. The bandit stopped in his tracks and looked up just in time for Luka's hammer punch to crack right into his face. The bandit crumpled to the floor, the blood already spattering.

Luka landed on the balls of his feet and absorbed the shock of the fall by bending. When he rose to his full height he rolled his shoulders and brought his bloodied hand up to his chest, wiping the blood of the bandit on him. His fascination with the blood served as enough of a distraction for yet another bandit to come and slug Luka right in the face. His head snapped to the side, though he did not even stumble backward. Luka chuckled and spat the blood from his mouth, wiping the remnants on the back of his hand. "My little sister hits harder than that! Come on, I'll give you a free one!" Luka said, slapping his bare stomach with his open hand. Luka did it once more when the bandit hesitated. The girl ran forward with a wordless scream upon her lips, thrusting her fist as hard as she could into Luka's stomach. The Jaegerbomb barely doubled over from the attack. He placed his hand on the girl's shoulder and righted himself, smirking. "Now we play!" Luka barred his teeth and reared backward, smashing his forehead right into the face of the girl. She crumpled to the floor instantly. The blood from her was splattered on Luka's face, and the warmth of the blood was erotic. Once more he shivered from excitement. He sent a silent thank-you to Lord Jashin.

A groan behind him brought Lukas down to to the world. He turned around and beheld the sorry excuse for a human being down on the ground. It was the guy he had initially hammered in the face. His nose was broken and he was absolutely covered in blood. The bandit was trying to crawl away from Luka, begging for his life. The anger bubbled up in Luka once more and he balled his hands into fists. "What have I done to displease you Lord Jashin? This is all I get to offer you?! Do you want more? Are you not entertained?!" Luka smashed his leg into the man's ribs, flipping him onto his back. He straddled the guy and began to beat him bloody, the anger and hatred in his eyes. The blood and gore spattered all on Luka and around the entire area. When the energy fled from him Luka stared down at the mess before him. He was breathing heavily and absolutely spattered with the gore. Luka took in a deep breath and felt a calming sensation spread over him. Luka sighed and ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face. "Forgive me for my insolence, Lord Jashin. I presume too much. I know I must first prove my worth before asking for anything." Luka looked down at his fists, bloodied and cracked. He laughed out loud and shook his head, rising to his feet.

A faint whistling in the air caused Luka to turn his head quickly. He saw an arrow flying at him and quickly turned his body sideways. Once more Luka's temper was ignited. He spotted the archer due to the trajectory of the arrow and ran towards her. Luka absolutely hated projectile users. It was a cowards tool, a style that allowed people to be nowhere near the danger of a battle. The archer saw him coming and tried to knock an arrow. Luka launched a roundhouse out at her only to have her roll away. He landed and launched himself forward only for her to stumble backward. The archer tried to loose an arrow but Luka merely reached forward and yanked the bow out of her hands. He punched her right in the nose, shattering it and the bow at once. "You fight like a coward you die like a coward!"

Luka had been busy looking for Petra and Jakob to report to them his doings. He had to or else he would be in trouble. The fact that he had even brutally murdered two out of three people today would probably not be accepted warmly. Regardless he felt quite well at the moment. Luka probably needed a shower, and maybe a bite to eat. It was then during his musings that the voice of the Tsukikage cut through his mind, invading his thoughts and forcing him to 'listen' to her. This was bad, she would be coming for him. Before he could even do anything at all, something gripped his head tightly and yanked him skyward. Luka panicked briefly and gripped whatever the thing holding him very tightly. There were very few ways Luka could die, but having your head ripped off was no simple task. When the knife plunged into his chest and twisted Luka's mouth opened slightly. The voice of Elizabeth so close to to him, while she was doing what she was doing forced a quickening in the pants of Luka. He shuddered as a chill of euphoria ran through his body. Oh how Lord Jashin would praise Luka if he could sacrifice such a vixen and purveyor of chaos.

The question she posed to him was quite the conundrum. He could not help but smile at her. What he did was for his god, and he technically did stay within the parameters of the guidelines Elizabeth set forth. "I did what Lord Jashin put me here on this world to do. I also did, if you would like to know, exactly what you told me to do. I fought for your village." It was a slight twist on the truth, but true enough that it should hold up. Unlike Luka's head.

Luka gave Simon a look that conveyed his entire emotional state whenever the lesser of the Jashinists was in the same room as Luka; a lack of a ******** to give. Luka already knew who Jashin favored more, and it was him. Simon's remark about Luka's genetic juice spewing machine merely proved this even more to Luka. Simon was merely a whiny angsty girl about the fact that Luka was better than him. Luka looked directly at Simon when he spoke. "Lord Jashin has crafted this vessel in what ways he sees fit. I am not ashamed of my body, nor do I need to compensate by slaying others. It seems that you, Simon, are the one who needs to make up for your lack of favor. While I bask in Jashin's grace, you grasp for what you will never attain." Luka said harshly, essentially telling Simon he was a s**t Jashinist. Luka had been about to pull his pants down right then and there to show just how 'small' his member was but then thought better of it. Elizabeth would probably try to castrate him just for the fun of it.

And just like that Luka turned and switched back to being a personable person. His attention returned to Petra as he disregarded Simon's existence. "The only good thing about being immortal is my ability to serve Jashin until the end of time. Everything else is well...tedious." Luka said, pointing at his chest and trying to secretly motion to Elizabeth. Luka accepted the pat on the head and endearing words from Petra. He turned to see Jakob, unbloodied and not tarnished. Luka pursed his lips in disapproval. There had been a fight and he had chosen to not partake in the glory of battle. Lord Jashin was surely frowning upon the boy. "I've had cat scratches that were worse than this little hole...in my chest." Luka said, able to stick his entire finger into the hole. He laughed for a moment as he touched his organs. Just as Luka was playing with himself he heard Jakob start to hit on Petra. His head shot up instantly and he gazed at Jakob for a long time. Luka walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as he kept walking, essentially bulldozing the boy over to another location out of Petra's hearing. "Listen, think about what you are doing. Petra would eat you alive. She wants a real man. Maybe you should beef up a bit, put on a few pounds and grow a few inches first. You're not the only one shooting for her hand." Luka said with a smirk on his face. Of course he was poking fun, but there was a part of him that reveled in the competition. Luka did not truly want to be with Petra, but he would enjoy a night or two with her. Petra did not worship Lord Jashin, she could never truly understand Luka's reason for being.