12 Cursed Baby
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Narrowly dodging the multitude of rope like tentacles that the inhuman cursed baby had thrown at him, Shuichi began a mad dash towards his opponent.
The rope like projectiles that extended out from the place that was supposed to hold arms for the curse twisted and turned in the air, changing their direction as they pleased, leaving little room for Shuichi to move around in.
Whoosh*
Whirl*
The drill laced tentacles of purple masses of flesh hurled around in the air, not giving him even the smallest part of a second to rest.
'Shit, Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-'
The almost inhuman blurs too fast for the eyes to see were hard to avoid, and it was inevitable for him to sustain some damage.
One tentacle hurled him across the graveyard, making him crash into more graves and trees.
"Ah fuck, that hurts." Immediately getting up without even a second to waste, a bunch of swords and spears materialized behind him and shot forward at incredible speeds.
"Wahahhhhhhhhh!" The giant greenish purple baby screamed as the weapons embedded themselves into its body, making purple blood gush out of its injuries.
"WaaaHahahhhhhhHhhHHH"
With a sickening scream, the cursed baby hurled its gigantic mass towards the relatively small figure of Shuichi, who promptly jumped into the air to avoid the attack.
Landing a bit towards the right, he glanced at the semi-first grade curse.
'As expected of a curse of that caliber. It's not easy to take it down.' Shuichi thought as he witnessed the curse healing all of its injuries at a rapid pace, along with changing its body in unimaginable ways.
'But I can feel myself getting better...'
From the moment the battle started, he had begun to feel a phantasmal 'pull'. Something that was propelling his abilities to a higher level. It wasn't something that would noticeably increase his fighting prowess at the instant, but it was efficient. The very minute things such as holding his body in the proper way or the speed at which his constructs were being formed, all of them were going through a positive change.
Shuichi didn't have the time to dwell on the changes that much though, as the cursed baby pulled its enormous body out of the dirt, which had been changed to something even more gigantic in magnitude.
"...I feel like it's getting bigger..." Shuichi whispered to himself as tips of his left hand's finger began to gather cursed energy on them, while on his right hand a sharp edge of 'metal' began to form.
And next, a complex series of events started to unfold.
The air itself trembled as the cursed baby pushed it's enormous fleshy body at speeds that completely betrayed any type of imagination that one might have, judging from its size.
The ground below it cracked as the graves were destroyed in a tremendous display of sheer might.
Shuichi, not willing to be simply squashed by the cursed baby, began to jump around to avoid the baby. It's body twisted and turned, changed and molded, cracked and mended, turning into a menagerie of weapons and shapes that gained it the upper hand.
Shuichi, as he dodged from the onslaught of attacks spread out microscopic strings of cursed energy all around the grave, all while using the sword in his hand to parry the various attacks thrown at them.
BOOM*
BAM*
SKDD*
CRASH*
Various sounds of untold destruction echoed in the graveyard to be met with deaf ears, only heard by Shuichi and no one else.
The cursed baby, as giant and an easy target it was for his cursed technique, also proved to be the perfect counter for it. Although it's fleshy body was vulnerable, when reinforced with cursed energy, it became stronger than the constructs created by him, signifying the disparity in cursed energy output.
Any attack or construct that Shuichi was able to throw towards it was either blocked, paried or completely ignored by the curse. A sword was met by a shield, a spear was met with a fleshy rope, a gun was met with hundreds of flesh bullets and an explosion of cursed energy was straight up tanked with damage that was healed a second after.
'Not only is the cursed energy output really high, it's ability to change it's body is proving to be a nuisance. In comparison to other curses, it's regeneration capabilities are greatly enhanced.' Shuichi analysed as he dodged yet another attack from his blind spot.
At this moment, his body was also fairly damaged, having suffered various blows from various angles. Yet that proved to be of little concern with hard to kill, which had already healed him of several injuries.
His skill and control of his coordination power was increasing at a remarkable pace, with him now being able to dodge various attacks from his blind spots without any problem.
Yet the problem lied in the output of cursed energy.
Although Shuichi's own cursed energy output was not small, highly above average if he might add even though his cursed energy reserves were not that large in the beginning, the cursed energy output of curses increased gradually. They did not have the concept of having a fixed energy output.
The amount of cursed energy that a curse could utilize at a given time was directly proportional to the amount of cursed energy of the cursed along with the amount of time the curse had existed for.
It was the reason that special grade curses were as big of a deal as they were. Their cursed output in relation to their reserves was very high.
As such, there was an almost insurmountable difference in strength between each grade for curses.
BOOM*
Another tentacle like object slammed down onto the ground where Shuichi stood just a moment ago.
As Shuichi created various constructs with his free hand, his other hand was busy creating various microscopic strings across the graveyard.
"Just you wait..." He whispered while dodging yet another attack from the transmuting demon in front of him.
After a moment, when he felt like it was enough, Shuichi, with a wave of his hand, constricted the strings onto the body of the curse. All of them collectively collapsed onto it's giant mass, entangling in with hundreds of razor sharp strings which drew fountains of purple blood from the curse's body.
"WuuHhhHhhH"
The curse made a strange sound that resembled that of a goat, it's confines making quite the trouble for it.
Seeing the curse stuck in the trap, Shuichi smiled with a devious smirk.
"Not so tough now eh?"
He said, and with another flex of his hand, the strings suddenly sprang with various thorns and tendrils, rapidly spinning while still attached to its body.
VRRRRMM*
SPLASH*
SKKKRRR*
It was a blender and a chainsaw at the same time!
Fountains of purple blood rose into the sky from the body of the curse, as the curse did nothing but moan in the agonizing pain for the next couple of moments.
'Time to finish it off for good.' Shuichi thought.
And then, to finally exorcise the spirit, he tightened the strings to the absolute limit.
SPURT*
More blood spurted out as the curse was split into hundreds of pieces, making an absurd spectacle of gore and blood.
The strings continued to tighten and the cursed baby kept on getting molded and grinded alive.
But then, as if a switch had suddenly been flipped over, the curse began to change rapidly.
"WahHaahhHhhHhhHHHh"
The ever changing body of the curse divided itself into several hundreds of smaller babies, each increasingly more grotesque in their own rights.
The spectacle of blood and gore spotted, in place of which was now an even more absurd view of hundreds of eldritchly grotesque monsters. Hundreds of chimerical abominations that seemed to be a blend between a human fetus and a cursed spirit.
As the body of the cursed baby split apart into hundreds of smaller ones, the confines of the strings lessened as they all were able to escape the strings.
Seeing such an impossibly uncanny scenery, Shuichi was stunned. Not only due to the sheer impossibility of such a feat, but also due to how grotesque the creatures looked to be.
'That... is impossible.' Though Shuichi as another string with extremely dense cursed energy slashed through dozens of smaller cursed babies.
Such a feat was widely impossible. Or more like improbable under normal circumstances. Curses were not just some figures made of clay that could be broken apart and put together.
Under normal circumstances that is.
'Such a level of mastery over its technique... Is it a result of the pressure from the fight or it is that it had already evolved to such a level.'
Shuichi contemplated the reasons for the curse to have such an absurd control over its cursed technique. But then again, it might just come naturally.
"Even if you're now divided into hundreds, that just makes you more of a nuisance." Shuichi said as a Gatling gun on a giant tripod appeared in front of him, along with a pair of ethereal blue goggles.
"Die"
RATATATATATATATATATATA*
In the span of a single second a total of 34 bullets left the giant gun that he held in front of him.
Each bullet, emitting an ethereal blue glow surrounded by phantasmal flames rushed forth at the speed of sound, impaling the cursed abominations that had been birthed from the cursed baby.
Every bullet that left the gun impaled a baby, drawing blood from their wounds like a fountain.
'This is fun!' Shuichi exclaimed in his mind as he stared down at the hundreds of cursed babies that rushed towards him, only to get shot at and killed.
The gun didn't stop shooting bullets, and as Shuichi's plentiful reserves continued to serve as fuel for the weapon, the hundreds of chimerical babies came together once again.
Splitting up the body had also split up the cursed energy output, making the curse vulnerable to attacks like that.
And now, seeing as it was about to get eliminated, the cursed babies came together as a desperate attempt as survival.
The babies came together to form into an enormous mass of flesh that transmuted into a spherical shape.
The outside layer of the flesh hardened and toughened, blocking the bullets that penetrated it easily up until now.
Shuichi continued to fire bullets for some time, but seeing the little effect that they were having, he decided to dematerialize the giant gun.
"Ho? Interesting." He said with a smile and putting his hands into the side pockets of his jacket, he walked forward towards the giant floating ball of flesh.
'It doesn't have much cursed energy left to keep regenerating, not to mention that splitting apart action took a huge toll on its reserves. It's just making a last effort into survival.' Shuichi mused with a smirk. But he, himself was also not that far off.
His cursed energy efficiency, although leagues better than before was not that impressive. Sure, he might have abundant energy reserves at this point but he his control was still lacking.
But those were just Shuichi's thoughts. Having his control over 1000 points gave him an impressive control over cursed energy. It was just that the way he used his energy was too reckless, throwing away weapon after weapon at his opponent. Not to mention the gargantuan amount of cursed energy he had wasted firing all those bullets.
Shuichi stretched out his palm and curled it into a fist. Then, pulling it back, he slammed his reinforced fist straight into the ball of flesh, making a small wound that quickly regenerated.
He repeated this two more times with the same result, and then, he smirked.
Pulling his fist back once again, he smashed the outer hull of the bunker that the curse had made for itself, and using the small time gap that the attack provided him with, he injected a highly concentrated mass of cursed energy into the fleshy folds of the ball.
The wound closed soon after, the curse seemingly oblivious to what had transpired.
With a nod, Shuichi took a few steps back.
And then, stretching out his fingers before him, he snapped.
SNAP*
BOOM*
And what followed was an explosion of the ball of flesh that was before him.
It's defense rendered irrelevant by a cursed energy bomb implanted right inside it!
