Ikam / Reizo / Mirik's POV (Land of Water - Elemental Nations)
Ikam ripped the mask off his face and threw it across the room. Ashira caught it and immediately started to seal it back in its secure case. The mask had taken over him; it had done his will, but it was clear it would've taken over if it could. The mask had somehow stuck to his face at first. It felt like each fiber of it was suctioned to his face. He would need to be careful before attempting to use them again. He weaved through hand signs with a smile.
"Devil'sPossession: Devil's Due!"
Soon, the room suddenly had several katanas appear in it. Ikam chuckled warmly as he marched through the room before landing on a particular blade. He picked it up. The blade, at one point, was a standard katana well built but nothing special. Now, the blade seemed slightly thicker and had become incredibly black. It drew light into it. The edge had become jagged, with glowing red lines that shimmered throughout. Mishio and Ashira walked forward and faced their master.
"Well, sir, does it seem to fit your fancy? Was it truly worth the sin committed?" Ashira commented, noticeably annoyed.
"Silence before I use it upon you." Ikam started with a smile.
"But will it work?" Mishiro asked with a smile.
"I can feel his power within it." Ikam replied happily. "Ashira, it's time for me to meet with the Okama clan."
"Not enough blood on your ha-" Mishiro suddenly appeared, wielding her blade at Ashira's throat. The man looked at her and sighed. "Very well."
Ikam relaxed his muscles as Ashira prepared his own teleportation technique.
"You marked it with the seal I told you?" Ashira asked as he worked.
"Yes, the critters did not even realize." Ikam chuckled.
"Then good luck." Ashira said darkly as he activated his seal. Ikam poofed away, and the two stood now alone. "You could not slay me." He reminded Mishiro.
"Don't need to," Mishiro said with a smirk. "Ikam will, if you ever forget who your master is."
Ikam's POV (Okama Domain - Irminsul)
Ikam didn't often feel whimsy in his life. His past was a complicated thing, but regardless of the actual events of it, it was clear it had been marred by strife. Yet, as he gazed upon the land that the Okama inhabited, it returned to him slightly. The land was hilly and covered by an absurdly thick forest. Each tree was massive, some having been carved out into homes. Ikam would've loved to enjoy the ambiance, but he was a busy man. Besides, he may have to destroy this land soon.
Before he could enjoy the sights any longer, the scamper of feet and series of yips warned him of his host's arrival. Soon, the clearing he stood in was filled with raccoons of various shapes and sizes. Like his first visit, they bared their fangs and levied odd raccoon-adjusted weaponry. Ikam merely raised a brow at them. Before suddenly, the familiar form of the Elder appeared. Ikam simply smiled at this; it the creature was still resisting his seal somehow. How utterly fascinating.
"I see you have somehow returned. Are you prepared to return home yet again?" The Elder asked simply.
Ikam laughed earnestly at this. "You can do so; I have no method of stopping such. Though I must warn you, I cannot afford to not have you lot as anything other than my own allies. As such, please allow me to introduce myself."
"I have no interest in the two of you. However, as the Elder, I must act appropriately. My name is Mirik Okama. Now I leave me home." The Elder replied with ease.
Ikam felt his heart rate increase. It seemed the beast had powers he had yet to see. "You should accept my offer. You will not find a summoner on my level."
"We have already found our choice." The Elder replied, simply holding up a hand to activate jutsu. "Your threats matter little; we could not serve you even by choice."
"A true shame, but you understand I cannot allow you peace when you work with the Uzumaki," Ikam said, simply drawing his new blade. "So I shall destroy your home!" He yelled, his voice suddenly manic. The raccoon/tanuki flinched at the impressive killing intent he released. Before the Okama could honestly react, Ikam raced forward, attempting to bisect the raccoon on the left of Mirik, but missed narrowly. Mirik felt his heart drop when he witnessed Ikam smile at him cruelly. His target had never been one of them.
Ikam howled in joy as he unleashed a powerful blast of energy at the ground. The energy cut and burned through solid stone before continuing in a straight, destructive path. The gash looked like someone had cut the earth itself. It was deep and seemed to steam. Ikam snarled as he prepared to unleash another technique with his blade before the Elder sighed as he flared chakra.
"Summoning Jutsu: Banishment!"
Ikam coldly offered them a cruel smirk as he poofed away.
He appeared back in their workroom. Ashira was taking a nap, attempting to regain strength. Kushina had done quite the number on him and likely would've slain him if he had not saved him. The damage had not yet fully healed. So, allowing him to garner strength was a seemingly easy choice. Mishiro squealed upon seeing and did her best to suffocate him. But Ikam took it all in stride. He was too excited for what was going to happen next. He smiled cruelly as one hand formed a hand sign. His new katana now growing red and pulsating with power.
"Let the Okama's pay for refusing us loyal Uzumakis," Ikam said darkly as his chakra suddenly flared. He smirked cruelly as if knowing a great joke. Before he whispered to himself.
"Devil Possession: Breaking of the Bottle."
Mirik's POV
The Okama clan valued their beautiful land. As such, several were checking out the new damage. Ikam smiled cruelly as the wound in the dirt suddenly glowed so bright it hurt one's eyes to look at it. It suddenly boomed off a massive explosion. It was a wave of acidic chakra which broke the ground underneath it, uprooted several homes, and scorched all before it to ash. Mirik crashed painfully into his own homebody, smashing through his own walls. He felt the painful throb of broken bones but forced himself forward regardless. As he left the wreckage of his own home, he saw he had been lucky. Mirik watched on as slain Tanuki's writhed their final painful moments away. Most of the surrounding area was smashed and scorched. It would take them years to repair their home. It takes even longer for the survivors to grieve over their fallen.
The final fatality count had been 11, most of which were the active summons available. Ikam had been cruelly intelligent. With Mirik's ability to remove him without a fight, he had little time to attempt to strike them down. He had predicted Mirik and their strongest fighters would appear to repel him. It's the perfect opportunity for a clever trap. Mirik had thought his slash as he was banished was a desperate attack. They had started fixing the gash when its true power had been unleashed. Ikam, indeed, was a fearsome threat. Mirik would have to sheer up their defenses. The seal he had been marked with still fought for control of him. The Okama clan was famed for their immunity to fuijutsu, yet Ikam nearly had sealed his will. Naruto Uzumaki would need to grow up quickly. They had to find a way to avoid Ikam.
Ikam's POV
Ikam cackled at his later move. He was no fool; the attack, while deadly, indeed had some survivors. Perhaps he could fix that. But it is difficult to set up currently, so he supposed such was unnecessary. For now, they were hurting, and even if they gained a summoner, their worth would be diminished. In time, his seal may work as well. Be that as it may, he should prepare. He had a feeling the Okama clan would not give in so easily.