Naruto: Summoning System

The pursuers had stopped on the 8th floor, finally giving Blake a well-deserved break. Seeing that the ceiling has already patched up, Blake stopped in his tracks, assessing the surroundings. 9th floor was the same 8th, featuring identical monsters, but they grew stronger.

Starting from the 10th floor, if Blake remember correctly, the dungeon would grow bigger, with the ceiling becoming larger. The monsters would grow more ferocious, but that was okay If it meant getting a better chance of running away from Ais and her team. As Blake stopped, he realized how weak and exhausted he was. He had lost too much blood.

His vision was getting blurry again, the adrenaline disappearing from his body. Blake raised his left uninjured hand and bit into his wrist, bringing some clarity into his eyes. Then he began to act quick before anyone discovered him. He completely stripped himself of all the clothes, excluding his trousers. Then he opened his bloody bag and took out a water bottle, cleaning his entire body from the blood.

Bete was a half-wolf, meaning that he probably had a pretty good nose. Blake needed to hinder the man from finding him. He glanced down, seeing a bunch of injuries all over his body, as his stomach churned. There were little cuts all across his body, which Blake decided to ignore as they weren't too deep.

A good chunk of his right arm was missing, stolen by that freaking dog, which was the injury that disturbed Blake the most. The thing was, it wasn't painful. Rather, he didn't feel anything in his right arm and he couldn't even put any strength into it. It was limping on the side.

The slice across his chest was also alarming, but it was not that deep. However, he was loosing a lot of blood from that. His head was also spinning and Blake had to throw up two times to get rid of the nausea. He probably had a concussion. All in all, Blake was destroyed from head to toe.

However, he did what he could. He cleaned the injuries with water and applied bandages across his chest, head and hand. Putting a tighter knot on his shoulder, Blake restricted some of the blood flow into his right hand, as it was still bleeding profusely. Blake guessed that the dog had damaged his nerves, and he didn't know whether restricting the blood flow into it was going to worsen his condition, but he needed to stop his severe blood loss.

As Blake patched himself up, he rested against the cave wall, taking some beef jerky, which he began to nibble. Every time his eyesight turned blurry, Blake would slap himself to get awake. Until Blake began to slap himself continuously, irrelevantly of the pain in his head.

Stupid. He was so freaking dumb. What did he think he was doing when he killed those three adventurers? He should have hid their bodies, he should have done it much deeper in the dungeon. He assumed that they would get eaten by monster since he used explosive paper, but they didn't, and that was his mistake.

Now he was on the brink of death, having to go much deeper into the dungeon than he wanted, pursued by perhaps the strongest familia in this anime. He was stupid. He had made a mistake. And now he was going to pay for it. Blake slapped himself a few more times, wanting to inflict as much pain as possible so that he remembers not to make such stupid mistakes.

He had become too arrogant. He wasn't strong. In fact, he was still weak, and he couldn't afford making mistakes or else he would end up being in situations like right now. Blake slapped himself one more time, finishing his beef jerky and then stood up.

"I made a mistake, but I can't change it now. Now, how do I survive through this shit?" Blake began making his way through the tunnels, searching for an entrance down. First of all, Blake needed to get down to 10th floor, as it was much bigger and wider, meaning that he wouldn't get discovered as easily.

Blake still needed to kill two adventurers. He was already weak and he doubted that he could kill anyone in this state, unless they are extremely weak. The thing was that Blake doubted anyone who made it this far were going to be weak. Therefore, Blake needed to make his way up, which was going to be practically impossible.

Killing anyone from the Ais team would just be suicide. Therefore, his current situation was really annoying to say the least. He had to somehow distract Ais and her team, and give himself enough time to get to the top floor, where he could promptly murder two more people. It was going to be really difficult, but Blake's mind began racing with thoughts, as he made his way further into the dungeon.

Slowly, he began recovering his chakra and he began to feel a little better. His whole body was numb, but together with chakra, some of his senses began to come back. He started walking a little more quickly. Every time he spotted an ant or any other enemy, Blake would hide behind a wall or make himself as quiet as possible, until the monster would pass. What Blake didn't want to do was wastefully spend his energy on some monsters, knowing that much greater monsters were coming down.

As he walked, Blake strategized against them. Engaging in close melee with those monsters was not ideal, and, so far, only Blake's Glock seemed to work. He managed to injure Bete and scare Ais for a second. If only the bullets would go where he actually aimed, It would be perfect.

Blake theorized that the bullets weren't going straight because he was spreading chakra unevenly within the bullets, thus causing it to change direction based on chakra weight upon release. Silently, Blake pushed some chakra and created a gun in his hand. He stared hard at it, feeling its coldness on his hand and then pressed it against his forehead.

Some of his headache dispersed by the coldness as he tried to put an even amount of chakra into the bullets. He continued on, gun put against his head, until eventually he found the stairs and descended further into the dungeon. 10th floor was unlike the one before, as it featured high ceiling and mist that obstructed a lot of his vision. The smell of the novel floor penetrated Blake's nostrils, reminiscent of nature.

Yet, as he looked around, Blake realized that there were trees and grass around, though they were colour of white, just like his hair. This floor felt ominous and dangerous, and Blake would have much rather not come here. Searching the vicinity, Blake was delighted not to see any monsters at near vicinity.

However, that was his mistake. Feeling danger, Blake suddenly ducked, surprised to see a shadow standing behind. These shadow monster were nasty and hard to deal with, but, Blake only had to fight them on 7th floor, so what the fuck was this creature doing here. As it brought down its fangs and Blake dodged sideways, he realized the shadow was much larger than the other one he had seen.

The shadow moved fast, swiping towards Blake. Unable to dodge in time, Blake pointed his gun at the approaching claw, firing immediately. The shadow cried in pain, yet, to Blake's horror, its hand didn't stop, sending him tumbling onto the white grass. His hair merged with the grass, as he wobbled back to his feet. The injury on his chest began to spurt blood again as his bondages turned red. Blake's head was spinning again, though he tried to maintain his focus on the War Shadow.

Yet, looking down, Blake saw two zombie hands grasping his left leg. From the left came running a sickly looking creature, holding a dagger in its hands. Blake threw the gun to the ground, promptly taking his dagger from his belt and sticking it into the hands that were holding him.

He then promptly grabbed the same dagger and threw it towards the approaching Imp, which landed on its chest, causing it to stop abruptly and fall to the ground. Picking up the gun from the ground, Blake began to search for that shadow, cursing his right hand for not working properly.

"I hate this dungeon more and more every hour." Blake mumbled, putting chakra into his gun and his chest, which was still bleeding. He concentrated, trying to make the bullets both equal weight and equal amount of chakra. "Concentrate." Blake pushed the chakra only towards the trigger, which he connected to the chakra within the bullets.

Opening his eyes, he began searching for the shadow, comfortable that his gun would work properly this time. Soon, he spotted the creature hiding behind a white tree. Pretending he doesn't see the creature, Blake aimed the gun towards it and fired two times. It was loud, but the bullets were so fast that they were invisible. They penetrated the shadow monster from behind, killing it immediately.

Blake smiled, looking at the gun that release some sort of icy smoke from its tip. For a second Blake forgot that he was on the brink of death, in the middle of deadly monster that were probably waiting in ambush. He revelled on the sensation of success, before it was time to get back to business.

He picked up the two crystal stones from two Imps and then went to pick up the War Shadow's crytal. Blake was delighted to see that the stone was much larger and had a peculiar dark colour. Promptly, he picked it up and threw it along with all the other crystals that he had. It was getting slightly heavy, so Blake decided that he could get 5 more before it would start restricting his movements.

Looking around, Blake climbed upon the tree where the War Shadow was hiding previously, applying another layer of bandages across his chest. Preserving his energy, Blake chewed on some beef jerky, whilst twirling his gun around his index finger. Now that he actually had a pistol that was working half-properly, Blake's chances of survival increased by ten-fold.

Nevertheless, Blake didn't want to risk it and go down even further the dungeon, for he feared that the monsters there were going to start overwhelming him. Yet, Ais and her group must be descending the stairs this very instant, searching for him. Blake needed to hide, but he knew that Bete had a sensitive smell and Blake was bleeding profusely. How could he survive this?

Blake's mind raced, as he glanced at the equipment that he had. His chakra reserves restored by quite a lot. Eventually, Blake's mind came to a conclusion, which was followed by a headache. Pressing the cold gun against his forehead, Blake summoned an ice clone, feeling weakness overwhelm him along with the depletion of chakra.

Silently, Blake took out the remaining bandages from his bag, putting them on the branch of the tree. Grabbing his remaining dagger, Blake cut off the bandages from all over his body, revealing the severity of his injuries again. As he stared at those bloody bandages, full of his smell, he pressed them against his armpit, properly cleaning himself.

Then he passed over the bandages to his clone, who was staring back at him with both disgust and shock. It seemed like the clone was asking: "Are you really going to force me to do this?"

But Blake ignored whatever question might have surfaced in his clone's mind, stood up and removed his underwear. This time the clone almost flipped. It did once Blake threw the trousers onto him, along with a pair of socks. Blake then cleaned up his injuries with some water, leaving a bit for drinking, and applied the new bandages. He used the last bit to cover his intimate area.

"Put on the underwear and my socks. Take the bandages, cut them in small pieces and throw them around this floor." Blake said, taking a sip from the water flask. "Once you are done, linger around the entrance into 11th floor for a while and then go in. Don't engage in battle and try not to die, sounds good?"

Blake's sounded exhausted, yet it had a sharp edge to it, so the clone jumped down from the tree immediately. Blake wasn't sure whether his smell passed onto his clone, so he gave him his underwear in order to make sure. Blake rested his head against the branch of a tree, almost falling asleep momentarily, but he slapped himself one more time.

He began to scan the area. Despite the mist, Blake could see movement within the vicinity. Along with the scrawny imps that Blake had killed before, there were huge green monsters walking around, holding big bats in their hands. They stood at monstrous height of 3 foot. Blake shook his head. Nope. That would be too taxing.

Instead, Blake focused on the Imp that was laying in the ground, probably thinking it was a good hiding spot. The Imp was basically Blake's size, as Blake tried to form a mental image of its appearance. It was dark skinned and really skinny. Then, Blake concentrated on his lesson with Konan.

Along with substitution and clone jutsu, Konan also tried to teach Blake transformation jutsu, but he always failed at replicating another living being without any defects. However, Blake didn't fear being imperfect, for every Imp looked more disfigured than the following one. Concentrating, Blake pressed his palms together. In a matter of a few seconds, Blake turned into an Imp.

He inspected his face within the edge of the dagger, seeing that his face looked even more crooked than of already dishevelled monster. His body looked okay. Thinking that it was enough, Blake slowly climbed down the tree, resting his back against the tree, hiding.

The plan was simple.

Make this entire floor smell like him, forcing Bete to fail to locate him, whilst his clone make his way down further into the dungeon. Best case scenario, they all either decide to retreat or go further into the dungeon. Worst case scenario, they detect him immediately and Blake can't do anything about it anymore. He wasn't in the condition to fight anymore.

It was a gamble, but in life every decision was a gamble, was it not?