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Hidden Steel

Hedoro moved a little bit closer to Slade, as she continued to absorb the liquid in his body through her hands' contact with him. She could tell he was still trapped within her Genjutsu, still being bombarded with the sins and atrocities that were simply human nature. The weight of all the thousands of species of plant and animal life that had become extinct, the casual poisoning of the earth, the sheer amount of waste, humanity was a blight upon this planet, one that scarred and mutilated the earth itself for fun and profit.
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Hidden Steel

Hedoro continued to sap the water and chakra from Slade until she could feel the very last few drops of him make their way into her. Just before he finally slipped into the eternal night, she decided to give him one last parting gift. She changed the illusion, to give him a sense of peace just before he faded away, a viaticum of sorts. Once that was done, she finished her grisly work, and absorbed the last of his chakra and water. Looking at the even now crumpling, dessicated husk, she waited a moment and then commenced devouring him, not leaving anything behind. Once that was done, she looked over the mess the fight had caused. She made no move to clean it up, instead she just went on her way. There had been a rumor that had grabbed her attention, and she needed to see if it was true or not. If it was, that changed everything.
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Hidden Substance

Hedoro stalked into the village, rage bubbling up slowly within her, like air bubbles within a water cooler. How had a village of this nature managed to avoid her detection for so long? She had only heard the very vaguest rumors of this village up until very recently, but it had been around for longer than that. That wasn't the problem, she didn't make information gathering her utmost priority. No, the problem was just what the village was known for. There existed a clan within this village, that seemed to manipulate jelly! She perceived that as an affront, since her own substance was very similar to jelly. And if they thought they could control her, they had another thing coming! A very violent one. She stalked further into the village, still clad in those same worn rags, bandages and scraps of cloth that had served her faithfully as her outfit for so long. She replaced certain pieces as needed, scraps that were too far gone even for her to use become a part of her next meal. But no longer. Soon, she would be eating very well. She could sense the lives around her, in that bizarre non-sight she used to sense her surroundings. They felt full of life, deliciously so. But as the saying went, to kill a snake, strike the head. First, she would proceed to the one in charge of this village. Once they were taken care of, things would soon fall into place. If she had been just a little more human, she might have started laughing at that point. Thankfully, she didn't. She already received enough curious stares from her outfit, any more attention and she would likely grow even more paranoid than what she usually was, and attack before her plan was ready. That simply wouldn't do, she had to follow her plan, tempting as some of those targets seemed to be. By now, she had reached the center of the village. And sure enough, a short distance ahead of her lay a house that seemed much more decorated, and much larger, than any of the others. Too predictable. Approaching the house, she could feel several of the nearby guards take notice of her. She did her best to appear to ignore them, acting as if she had every reason to enter the building without difficulty. And foolishly enough, it worked. Those guards would regret that lapse for the little of their life they had left. But for now, she had bigger fish to fry, figuratively speaking. Perhaps literally, as well. She stood within the entryway for a moment, acclimating herself to the building's layout. Once she felt she was somewhat familiar with the floor plan, she advanced once more. If this was the same as any of the other more important buildings which she had been in, and honestly that wasn't all that large of a number, the room she was looking for would be near the top, and near the center. So she continued inwards and upwards, until at last she stood in a hallway, with only a single door at the far end of it. This was almost certainly the room she had been looking for. Walking up to it, she waited a moment before reaching for the knob. In that moment, she had went silent, and listened carefully. There had been faint sounds from the other side of the door, sounds like a pencil scribbling on paper, of papers rustling. Nothing to make it seem she was expected. But nonetheless, she would remain careful. Staying where she was, she extruded a thin tendril of her substance and squirmed it under the door, to take a look at the other side of the door, and beyond. And surely enough, there was only one person in the room, they appeared to be hard at work, bent over their desk as they wrote things down. Satisfied, she grabbed the knob, twisted it and strode in. They didn't appear to notice her arrival, but she was pretty sure they actually had noticed, but were just feigning ignorance. She moved forward until she was standing in front of their desk. For a long time, neither moved, aside from the continual scritching of pencil on paper as they continued their work. Finally, they stopped, setting down the pen and leaning back with a sigh. They looked a good deal older than she might have otherwise expected, likely at least seventy. That being said, there was still a certain brightness to their eyes that spoke of a sprightly vigor of a man a quarter of their age. Yes, this was the nominal leader of Hidden Substance, all right. But before she had a chance to do anything, they just nodded, and held up a hand to forestall her outburst. Reaching down with their other hand, they fumbled with one of the drawers of their desk before finally succeeding in getting it open. They brought their hand up once more, but now it was holding a bottle and two glasses. As the leader of Hidden Substance set the objects down, he shot Hedoro a calculating look. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him, because he nodded once, and gestured for Hedoro to have a seat. A bit put off at this almost cordial welcome, Hedoro did, perching on the edge of the closest chair. The leader opened the bottle before pouring some of it's contents into the two glasses, filling them with a rich dark red liquid. Setting one on Hedoro's side of the desk, he raised his own in a silent salute, before taking a sip. Cautiously, Hedoro lifted the glass. She wasn't too worried about poison, after all, many of the normal forms of poison wouldn't work on her. But then again, something about this whole situation seemed unusual, and it had her feeling nervous. But finally, she decided to take a risk, and moved some of the rags from her mouth so she could take a small sip of the liquid. Sip being a misleading term, she just poured some into the depression that would have been her mouth if she had been human. A moment after she did, she shivered, as the taste and significance of what she had just drank hit her. It wasn't poison, of that she was sure. Neither was it wine, strong or weak. It was cranberry juice! But how?! How had this man, this... human, known that about her? That ever since her days in the academy, cranberry juice was one of her weaknesses, acting on her much like a very potent alcohol would a normal human. The man only smiled at her obvious distress, before waving a hand to allay her concern. He said that he knew much about her, both about how she was now, and how she was back then. He had to, for after all, she was connected to this village in a way that none had ever been before. Who else but a being practically made of gelatin, in relation to an entire clan who manipulated that very same material? The connection was obvious, even if nobody knew it's precise nature. He continued, saying that ever since he had first heard of what had been so cheekily called a slime girl, that he had had his suspicions. Having had some of the higher-ranked members of his security do some investigating, he soon found out his hypothesis was right, that she was in fact made of something very similar to what the members of the Sakkabe clan could produce and manipulate. But that had been the only clue. He had been unable to find out any real information about her parents, about her birth, nothing that would cement his idea. No, so he had come to the conclusion that he would have to speak with her personally. His advisers spoke vehemently against this, having heard just how bloodthirsty and voracious she was. But he wasn't worried, he had lived a full life, and if that was his demise, then so be it. With that explanation done, he raised a hand to her, as if asking a favor. And in fact, he was. He asked her if she could tell him more about how she had been borne, about her parents. If it was possible that she was indeed a prodigal child of Hidden Substance. Hedoro was shocked, she hadn't expected anything like this would have happened, when she had first heard about this place. She had come, the only true thought in her mind being vengeance. But now, it seemed her vengeance would be denied a while longer, in order to find out just what was going on. She didn't know how much she should tell them, so instead countered with a question, demanding to know if he had planted the news about this village for her to find, to make her come here. To which he only nodded his head, admitting that had been the truth. So she'd been manipulated! Hedoro felt a flush of anger, fueled even further by the cranberry juice, but she held it back, barely. If that was the case, then her plan would not be changed much at all. But first, she'd find out what she could from the man, and after she'd gotten any information of use out of him, then she could proceed to the next phase of her vengeance. She took another 'sip' of cranberry juice, and listened as the man finally told her a little more about what, at least he believed, her origin was. It made some small amount of sense, but even so, it brought many painful memories back, memories that, combined with her dislike of being controlled and captured, and the cranberry juice, left her in an even more foul mood than before. The man seemed to sense this, and finally went silent. For along time, neither of them spoke, nor made a movement. Finally, just as Hedoro began to get up, the man sighed. He said he knew what was about to happen, he'd been expecting it for some time now. He had thought, if he had explained things it might have worked differently, but that seemed to not be the case. So, even as Hedoro stepped forward menacingly, he just sighed, then closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Several hours later, virtually the entirety of Hidden Substance would have gone silent. No sounds of life would emerge from the village. No crying babies, no chatting villagers, no yelling children, none of the typical sounds of life. Neither was anyone visible, it was like everyone within the village had vanished. Instead, slowly but surely, an immense dome of almost translucent blue material soon began to swallow the entirety of the village, until every last building, road and sign was trapped within the enormous hemisphere. It stretched as high into the sky as it did in either direction, creating a perfect circle. At least for the part above ground, there was no way of knowing what the dome's condition was like below the surface of the land. Within this blue dome, Hedoro was busy, very busy. Midway through her assault on Hidden Substance, she had made a delightful discovery, one that changed something within her. She was no longer content to merely capture one village. No, she would soon capture and consume every last village throughout the land!
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- Hidden Mythology -

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"Fai Ryu, there's something lurking..." Eluamous would immediately ready his lance as he took his battle stance, glaring towards the mass of slime-like creatures. "....Well I've seen uglier at least..." Eluamous would grin, remembering how Loki looked after being struck down in a bloody mass. Releasing the seal so that Fai Ryu could move at his own accord in the battle, Eluamous prepared his stance as Fai Ryu began to cloak the village of Hidden Mythology in a Smog-Sheet; which would render the slime girls both unable to see and would induce fits of coughing from the toxic gasses.

Hidden Mythology
The slime girls continued to storm Hidden Myth, charging toward the village with no sign of slowing down. Even when the thick smog settled over them, very little happened. Smog made it a little more difficult for them to sense things, like feeling objects with a pair of gloves on, rather than bare hands. But most of the slime girls didn't actual use human vision, they saw by sensing the water moisture in the air, and it's displacement. As well, they didn't have lungs, nor did they properly breath. Digesting the toxic gasses might give them the equivalent of heartburn, but this would not be nearly enough to hold them back.


Hidden Soul
Slime girls were already entering Hidden Soul when it began to mysteriously darken, as if it were the middle of the night. Most of them didn't notice the change, with the exception of a few who noted the water molecules in the air seemed to be getting ever so slightly colder, like it did at night. A few others had actually manifested eyes and saw that it was turning pitch black out, making human eyes virtually worthless. But still the slime forces pressed on.

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"Lets go!" Eluamous would grin as he mounted the back of Fai Ryu. With the slime girls' senses numbed, Eluamous would be able to get a slight advancement on them. As they saw their environment through water, the smoggy gas would coat their senses like a layer of cheesecloth; they would need to first pass through that layer to feel anything, causing a delay in time for their nerves to pick up on their surroundings.
This delay was what Eluamous was counting on as he struck the hand seal for the God of Decay Technique, launching the corrosive power towards the slimes as Fai Ryu exhaled a massive sphere of hellfire towards the invading enemies.

Akira was quite worried. He saw a barrier forming around Hidden Substance. He looked around and knew that the people would be captured. There was nothing that he could do for them from inside Substance. Akira quickly preformed a string of handsigns before the barrier closed and teleported out using the flying thunder god technique to get out of Hidden Substance to a pre planned spot. He was in bad shape, but he had no idea that what he saw here would be what he would see all over the ninja world.

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