Martial Glory, Chapter 40

I awoke on a flat platform bed of calcified Black Mold that had been made rock hard with my joint's popping as I abruptly sat up and took in my surroundings as I realized I was still at the Baker's Estate.

"I am still alive?" I muttered to myself as I flexed my hands and then as I flexed my hands... I froze and looked down in horror with myself blinking and twitching as my vision changed to a sort of infared vision.

But that wasn't the least of it, on my wrists was a couple pearly white spots where semi-calcified Mold had made it's self home. And like it was just a natural thing I flexed the muscles in my wrist and a loud snapping noise rang out as a flat blade of stone shot out of the top of my wrist.

Then with that same hand I pointed my hand at a nearby bear bottle that was left on the ground for god knows how long and from the bottom of my wrist came a bundle of web like fluid that shot out and when it smacked into the beer bottle the end of the web fluid hardened and stuck to the bottle.

"Did... Did the fucking Mold and Ouroborus decide to make me a shitty Spiderman and Wolverine?" I asked myself in stunned silence.

Idly I looked at the blade coming out of the top of my wrist that was built into the end of my forearm for stability and as a mounted position. And I cut my finger on the blade to test it's sharpness.

And as I stared at my bleeding finger for a long fucking moment... I scowled as I muttered. "Yeah, fucking bioweapons made me Great Value Wolverine." 

As my wound although healing at an accelerated speed due to the bioweapons and my own nature of having a hold on my Ki, I knew it wasn't some kind of crazy instant healing that Wolverine had or anything.

After figuring out that I needed to retract the 10-inch long arm blade back into my forearm to get rid of the damned thing. I got up and began inspecting the rest of my body as I quickly made my way into a bathroom uncaring if there were any Baker's family people around.

Because I fucking needed answer's obviously and instantly as I came into the bathroom and used a dirty towel to wipe off the mirror to inspect myself. I quickly realized that I had a half dozen really small dark moles of sorts on my face.

'That's the pit organs... And the reason I now have the infrared vision.' I thought before blinking and switching back to my normal vision only to pause as I realized my blue eyes were now a darker green and slit.

"Ok... A couple of tiny moles isn't a bad thing. Having the infrared vision to pick out ninja's as well can be useful." I muttered taking a deep breath to center myself before I scowled at the fucking organic web fluid shooters and the arm blades.

"I mean... Shigure is either going to love or hate me having these." I said with a bit of tiredness as I threw a hand through my hair and idly noted with some glee that my blond hair was thankfully not fucked with by the damned superweapons.

Because if they turned my hair into something like tentacles or something... I was going to lose my fucking mind.

With that, I took a deep steadying breath as I drew on my ki to relax and as I lifted up my arms and stretched... I froze as my back popped. But in a way, it wasn't supposed to in the slightest even with my Demon Back.

I giggled with hysteria clear in my chest shaking shudders as I flexed my back muscles around the shoulders and waist where I felt the irregularities and twin flaming like wing's of black, yellow, and green Mold and Oroborus like flesh grew from my shoulders.

And around the base of my spine came four large tendrils that easily smashed through the surrounding house as they expanded out of my back with hardened Mold on the outside that was almost like scales that could flex and move while the inside of the large tendrils was just the Mold.

"Dear god... How do these fucking things fit inside my back!" I demanded as I wasn't fucking Kaneki Ken who had no special control over his body. No the moment I had these... Kagune out and about I could feel how to control them rather instinctively.

After so fuckery I soon realized that the shoulder Ukaku I had was more of the mobility and ranged variety as the fleshy flame-like wings could shoot out calcifed black mold at high speed, not unlike bullets from the wings.

And the Rinkaku that was literally a direct copy of Kaneki Ken's fucking Kagune was stupidly strong, durable, and it was made out of the black mold and instead of retracting into my body.

When I wanted to get rid of the four massive tendrils sprouting out of my back, I just had to pinch the muscles at my tail bone which would cut the soft tendrils off and they would quickly break apart in the air without the Mold inside of me fueling it or something.

"Did... Did the MOLD read my mind about not wanting it self-studied or having parts of myself taken for experiments to make clones?" I muttered to myself with a frown as I realized this was entirely too... Convenient even if I was still rather pissed about my changes.

I was supposed to be a super martial artist, not having to deal with wizards and other bullshit. But here I got all kinds of mixed up with super bioweapons that was making me want to go and hide well away from all the Resident Evil bullshit.

And after a long moment of thought... I decided that was exactly the right damned thing to do. "Alright gramps, you and Yujiro can go murder hobo on an eastern European town that got taken over by monsters," I muttered as I took out my satellite phone and called up the armed escort services Rino put into my phone.

Because fuck America, and I wanted to get right the hell out of here. "Wait... Rino wanted to head to Racoon City and check the Spencer mansion."

Birds and all other kinds of animals were startled as a massive scream of exasperation rang out through the bayou swamp.