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Valley of Peace #9
Balance her out. The tortoise would look into the distance, unto the beautiful ocean with a smile. Master Oogway looked upon the land he came to call home for centuries. An eye flutter to be seen when came upon the dark taking over the island. The painting. Green men. Akira’s ancestor. Two swords. Two apprentices. History would repeat itself. Yellow light would emanate from Oogway’s feet, slowly rising, making his body disappear in dancing petals strewn from the trees near. My time has come, said Oogway. In the background, Akira clamored for an answer.
The tortoise was gentle in his reply.
[Oogway] “Believe in Muramasa and his sister. Let them guide you through the hate. But first, you must believe. Believe, my dear apprentice.“
[Oogway] “Believe, my dear Takeuchi.”
Believe in the swords. Believe in them as you would a friend. Believe in them as you would a guide. Believe in Muramasa. Oogway sported a gentle smile as the lights and petals enveloped him whole. A sense of unnatural calm, of balance, would take the whole lighthouse, the whole town. Master Oogway’s word: believe, echoed as his body disappeared, as his aura dissipated. After centuries of balancing this world, Master Oogway would know peace. Master Oogway would ascend.
Ascend with satisfaction as to what and whom he left behind. Apprentice Takeuchi.
[Voice] “FOR CHORH-GOM!!!!”
The gentle aura left behind was severed by a rash voice. From all around Akira, blitzing through the windows in the circular top, were wolves, eight. Wolves that surrounded Akira. They all had swords - swords made in the likeness of Muramasa, though they had no aura, mere copies. One did not stop after crashing into the lighthouse, his right left leg front aiming to kick Akira in a subtle Jung fu movel intent on kicking the assassin across the room. [6. City Level].
One wolf, a scar for his right eye shut, and welding a large hammer, came up the stairs - the voice from earlier. Boss Wolf.