Chapter 2 Preview

It won't be too much longer on the next Shinobi Odyssey update. Here's a little preview of Chapter 2 to tide you over in the meantime:

Inside the room a man with a tattoo on his forehead quivered in terror as a massive thirty-foot long python squeezed him in its coils while staring directly into his eyes. Overseeing the scene was Anko, who wore an amused look on her face while she twirled a kunai by the ring on its handle around her finger.

“Ophidiophobia?” Inoichi asked.

“Oh, yeah…big time,” Anko laughed before walking up to the snake and scratching it affectionately under the chin. “The bad man doesn’t appreciate you like I do. Does he, precious?”

“No, Mistresssssss,” the snake summon hissed while slightly tightening its coils. “Maybe I ssshould jussst eat him?” The reptile positioned its head above the Jaffa and unhinged its jaw as if it was planning to swallow him whole.

The Jaffa warrior stared up into the gaping mouth of the massive serpent in horror before losing control of his bladder.

Ino scrunched up her face in disgust. “Eww.”

Anko merely glanced down at the newly formed puddle on the concrete floor with a satisfied smile before turning back to the three new arrivals. “Well, I think my work here is done. The prisoner is all yours.” She patted the snake on the side of its body. “You’re free to go after Inoichi-kun is finished, Ochi-chan."

The purple-haired special jonin turned to leave after the snake summon nodded its head slightly in understanding. As she passed Ino on her way out, Anko leaned in and said in a conspiratorial tone loud enough for the others to hear, “I warmed him up for your first time, Blondie. Have fun popping your cherry.”

Ino’s jaw dropped in an amazing imitation of Ochi-chan in response to the older kunoichi’s gall.

Anko smirked at the teen before continuing on her way. Once she got to the doorway, she paused, rubbed her hands together in anticipation, and then shouted down the hallway, “OKAY BOYS! WHO’S NEXT?”

A number of groans and what could only have been curses rang out from various cells in response to the sound of their tormentor’s voice.

“WHAT’S THAT NUMBER 8? YOU SAY YOU WANT TO GO FIRST?”