Whispers from the Flame

Seeing as everyone had understood the assignment somewhat, and that within itself was a relief because he did not have a medical degree in ghost physiology and how to find him. In fact you really did not need a degree to be a medical shinobi so thank goodness for that as well. In any stead he shrugged and looked between the group who had seemingly went ahead and went to go find some of the cursed objects and free the spirits. While he had waited he would idly twirl the painting, not too fast due to not knowing how the circular motion would affect the spirit within in, but smooth enough to cause a few of the dust motes to swirl around it. He contemplated asking the spirit a couple of questions, but being the only person here with a painting and talking to it sounded...well strange. Being a strange person however it would fit his motif to a letter and instead of wasting time on his home he had finally debated on it. Had he brought his living clone with him, he could have potentially had a conversation with him, even figured out a path for him if he so chose. Aoiryu had been somewhat distant as he had been trying to find his own way in the world, struggling with his own existence which sounded about right for a teenager. Mukuro had to go through the same thing, and the good thing was that he was in a time where he could figure it out and not be in a warzone or on a mission to do so. There were a lot of things the younger counterpart of Mukuro had a luxury for, but this was neither the time nor the place to ponder upon it.


Shrugging he could hear several footsteps coming back, each of them as Mukuro squinted to confirm, would have a cursed object in their hands. Mentally snapping at the success so far, he would listen to Jun's explanation of what they needed to do in order to free the spirits which was good. Mukuro was simply going to delete them from existence, but unsealing and freeing the souls sounded so much better than what he had planned. Allowing Jun to release the spirits, Mukuro would sit the painting down gently, offering it a small but silent prayer as his hands went back into his pockets and watched in silence. Once all of the spirits had been released, his crimson eyes went to looking above to the house itself. This still needed to be dealt with, but with this many people inside of it...well it would get messy if he decided to deal with it in his usual fashion. Instead he would get the attention of the others," One last thing to do and its the destruction of this house. I can take care of that while you all get out of here and head back to where we started. No needed for you all to get in my way, no offense, but you definitely would. Again no offense, but when i get started its hard to stop," he would wait until they had left out of the front door, and once they did he would politely close it behind them and turn on his heels. Cracking his knuckles he would begin to swing his arms in a clockwise motion one at a time, stretching his arms before he had smiled," This should be a good way to get a little stress out even if what i'm about to do to you is... well nicer than you deserve," within his right hand a 3 cm circle of space time energy would begin to develop. Pointing his hand down toward the ground of the house, he would release a technique that would encase the house itself, all the way down to the foundation. As the dome finished expanding, he would know that the others had been outside of its range, and sticking his hands into his pockets he would turn on his heels and begin to head out. In this room he was the chief physician. The head doctor. His word was law. And this was a very bad patient. The chakra he had emitted would begin to crush the house. The creaking turned into moans and finally screams as he kicked the door down off of its hinges and hopped off of the stairs, turning on his feet as he watched his work.

"The wicked shall perish, their deeds unturned. No room in heaven for you, its hell where you'll turn."

The lyrics came out almost melodiously as the house crackled...crackled...and finally under the pressure of the gravity caved into nothing. After the house had been smushed, torn and removed from existence the room would be closed and the doctor had checked out for the day. Heading back to where they had begun this journey he would pick up his boombox and set it on his shoulders," Good job kiddos. Till next time and remember. Don't do spooky shit. Take care of yourselves...and don't get into any trouble. Peace," the music would resume as he rapped to it and headed back into the village proper to get into all kinds of trouble.

WC: 874 /// TWC: 3,279 [Using Strawberry Cake in inventory to double wc making it 6,558]

Claims:
142 AP
28,500 Ryo + 12,000 [Jounin Mission bonus] = 40,500
120 Festival Tickets, 1 Poster

Word Claims:
130 AP Stored into Strength of 100 seal
2500 words to learn ikkotsu
2500 words to learn Dance of the Pearl Burst
1558 Words to learn Dance of the Lotus Claws