Island Valley of Peace

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #9
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
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.“​

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[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.

 

[Sea]

VoP #10
@Ichimonji ​

Akira needed an answer, but he couldn’t receive one. One that is clear for the boy to understand. Instead light would emanate from the bottom of Oogway’s feet. He would float into the skies, petals from trees nearby danced as the tortoise would respond, another vague answer and direction. Believe in Muramasa and her sister, and to let the sword guide through the hate. Oogway said. Akira was stumped, though he should have expected this – for he followed the history of Muramasa here, thus he shouldn’t be surprised that Oogway knew about the sword. Believe a sword. Akira wasn’t sure what all this means, what did he mean by guiding through hate? La Spada? But that hatred was his motivation, his only purpose in his miserable life. But Oogway emphasis that belief, in a sense he must trust in the sword. But then, Akira would have a realization from the words of Oogway.

“W-Wait..! What sis-”

Before Akira could finish his sentence. He didn’t catch on to the word that Oogway referred to as sister. The pronoun would mean another sword. A sister to Muramasa, being another sword. No more answers could be answered, Oogway would dissipate into light and petals. A sense of calm would strike Akira as it would strike the town. The unnatural feeling would wash over him. But the boy would only leave with more questions unanswered than he would have even before stepping into this town.

“Damn it.”

Before Akira could reflect and organize his thoughts, a voice quickly came. A rash voice that shouted, followed by a sudden appearance of beings that would crash through the circular windows at the top. Wolves. Whilst some would drop to the floor surrounding him, one would instead aim straight towards Akira, prompting the boy to immediately used his sheathe, with the sword still in it to defend himself – a kick would come as the boy moves his sheathe to block the kick. Their strength was equal, more or less. But with the wolf leg kicking down upon him, the boy quickly uses the clash as a leverage, side stepping towards the right as he guides the wolf’s downward kick towards left, pushing to force the wolf away from him. Observing the wolves, Akira noticed their swords are not like any other. They were red, blood-stained in likeness of his own weapon. But the boy focused his attention, immediately throwing away any questions in his mind to defend himself. He has no intention of getting into fights unnecessary. From the stairs, another wolf came, but with a large hammer and a distinct closed eye, as if injured.

“… What do you want with me, Minks? Who is this Chorh-Gom?”

Akira questioned the wolves as he recalled one of them would shout Chorh-Gom, a name he did not know, his free hand inching closely towards the hilt of Muramasa, this time ready to deal with his enemies should they not stand down. Killing random people of the island would only cause more trouble down the line. And the boy rather not get into further complications if he could for the time being. Yet the boy judged the wolves, they do not look like citizens. Bandits perhaps?

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #10
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
Believe. Believe in Muramasa and her sister. Those last words echoed as the light faded. Master Oogway suggested the blades were living beings, centuries old. That calm, those words, imprinted. A guide for the path forward. As fast as he came, Master Oogway left. In the confusion of the moment, wolves surrounded Akira. They all had cheap copies of Muramasa. One was parried, crashing into the nearest wall of the lighthouse. Then, echoing footsteps drew the young assassin’s attention to the stairs. From it, a scarred wolf, this one with an aura strong, appeared. The one-eyed Boss Wolf stared the young man down.

The wolf barked his answers, his voice rough and cold.

[Boss Wolf] “Chorh-Gom is the almighty prison. It is where Lord Muramasa was forged. The Heir would know that. Perhaps it isn’t you…”​

Boss Wolf would lift the hammer above his head. If Akira was attentive, he would realize the hammer too was styled like Muramasa. Suddenly, the wolves would lift their swords. From the wolve’s hands, electricity would form. The hammer formed a thicker electricity, clad in haki, drawing the other mink’s electricity like a tower - allowing a stronger attack than would-be capable. The electricity formed a shadow on Boss Wolf, who stared down the young assassin, his muscles ripping.

Boss Wolf shouted as he pushed off his back foot, finishing up his words.

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[Boss Wolf] “We’ll just have to find out!!’ ​

With a roar of the leader of a wolf brought the hammer upwards. With a decisive hop, Boss Wolf pulled the lighted hammer backwards and puffed his chest. Putting his weight and gravity, Boss Wolf brought the hammer down, intent on driving it against Akira’s head, causing a surge and explosion of lightning in its wake.

For Chorh-Gom.

Spoiler: DPS/Statistics

Boss Wolf DPS: 61-80: 2. Small Building Level + 2 (armament haki) + 4 (S Rank) = 8. Island Level

Boss Wolf

Level 50
50 x 5 = 250
Strength: 36+20+5=61
Speed: 41+20=61
61x2=122
-Reaction: 61
-Movement: 61
Vitality:56+5=61
61x2=122
-Durability:61
-Stamina:61
Haki: 56
56x2=112
-Armament Haki:61
-Observation Haki:51
Martial Arts: 61
61x2=61
-Kung Fu: 61
-Electro: 61

 

[Sea]

VoP #11
@Ichimonji ​

Swiftly evading the attack by the wolf causing the Mink to crash into the wall from his own momentum. The appearance of the one-eyed wolf has led to him questioning them about their intentions and their religion. This led to the wolf responding to his question, though surprisingly clear compared to Oogway’s words. Referring Chorh-Gom as a prison, and that referring to what Akira could only assume to be his sword, as a Lord forged from within. Yet he would mention of an heir though the boy wasn’t aware of the context. That said, the wolf has provided valuable information, the prison. Muramasa would react violently, though only subtle to the boy as if words are being heard by the spirit of the sword prompting an eyeful look towards the sheathed blade. To follow the leads of the sword’s origin Akira would have to visit this prison. Though he would have no idea where, likely in this island however. The wolf called it almighty which may be a location that is well-known to many. He would have to figure out his next step. But for now, the boy would have to deal with the wolves further.

Electricity would generate from the wolves as they raised their hands high up following the actions of the one eyed wolf. His hammer... similarly fashioned to be like Muramas, bloodied though with the words of the wolf it is no longer of much inquisitive nature from the boy. He would understand that this is a form of cultism within the prison of sorts or perhaps just within the group. The lightning would quickly gather into one Mink, the boss wolf himself, using his weapon as a lightning rod to generate further power, his muscle ripping as his body mass would increase like a hulk of sorts. The Boss Wolf would speak once more, a test – as he would quickly run up towards Akira, his hammer raised over his head before he would swing it down vertically, aiming to crush Akira’s head in a single blow.

But the boy is fast, able to quickly react to the wolf. Quickly withdrawing his blade from its sheath as he swings his own weapon horizontally. The sword would swing, not hitting directly against Boss Wolf, but in its wake a powerful shockwave came. Powerful it would be blasted towards not just the leader, but also the surrounding wolves near him. In a single swing of his swords, Akira would aim to completely destroy the wolf pack’s morale. Dust and smoke would come about from the resulting clash. Soon afterwards he would speak. His tone changed, cold and emotionless. A powerful aura envelops around the boy, his eyes stared at the wolves, particularly Boss Wolf, as if he would pierce the wolf’s soul. To break them, the boy would need to make sure they are aware. That he would be the apex predator around.

Spoiler

Name: Winter’s Dawn
Rank: A
Description: Using his physicality, the user swung his sword horizontally in front of him which generates a powerful shockwave as a result. This allows the user to blow away not just bullets, arrows but also even humans may be hit and be blown away by the shockwave. [Pic 1] (71 Shuurin, 71 Strength)

Akira's DPR: 101-119: 6. City Level + A: +3 = 9. Small Country Level

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“Tell me… about this prison.”

Akira needed more information before heading into the prison, having decided the next step. He would require help from the wolves. Willingly or not.

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #11
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
The alpha. Boss Wolf made his declarations of an heir. Declaration of where Muramasa was forged. Chorh-Gom. The Boss Wolf used his hammer, also styled by the legendary sword, to siphon lightning from the others, lunging towards the man. With a swift and powerful movement, the assassin left no doubt who was the alpha, the real Muramasa showing its intoxicating aura; Boss Wolf widened his eyes in surprise. A shockwave broke Boss Wolf’s attack and sent all the wolves reeling back, all crashing against the walls of the lighthouse. Boss Wolf’s hammer clanged along the lighthouse floor.

Alpha. The assassin would ask questions, but he would be met with more than words. All the wolves, even Boss Wolf, got up and lowered their head. The wolves bowed.

[Boss Wolf] “There is no mistaking it. That aura. That stare, I have seen it in paintings at Chorh-Gom.”​

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Boss Wolf lowered his head in reverence. Muramasa was unmistakable. The aura was unmistakable. The stare the assassin showed was not his own. It was infamous, preserved over paintings for centuries. Boss Wolf not only offered to answer everything Akira wanted - he revered the man. Boss Wolf would explain the prison was where the prisoners of the island were held, on the west. However, in ancient times it was the palace of Kurai Takeuchi, and where Muramasa was forged.

Boss Wolf offered to comply with whatever orders he was given. The heir.

[Boss Wolf] “Lord Takeuchi. We are at your service, master.”​

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[Sea]

VoP #12
@Ichimonji ​

In a single swing of his sword, Muaramasa – Akira’s physicality overwhelmed the wolves, particularly Boss Wolf himself. He had no intention of killing them, understanding the need to have allies to ensure he can traverse the island with the knowledge of the locals to better undertake his objectives. Blasting away the wolves with the shockwave, he has quickly proven his strength to the Minks. They were… animals, instinctually speaking. By placing atop the food chain, it would create a hierarchy that they would respect. That was the true intentions of the boy, using an attack that wouldn’t straight up kill the wolf pack. The wolves thrown to the walls, crashing hard into the concrete bricks of the lighthouse, some parts of the wall may crack and crackle. The floorboards in front of Akira were immediately blown apart by his strength and technique. The main target, Boss Wolf quickly crashed into the wall as well, dropping his hammer onto the floor.

But soon, the wolves slowly recover themselves upon Akira’s questioning, but they would do the unexpected, they would bow – lowering their heads towards Akira as the Boss Wolf quickly referenced Akira’s actions to the painting though his eyes, his aura - the boy isn't aware how similar he has exuded himself in regards to his 'ancestor'. The boy was slightly confused, he expected to cast fear upon the pack of wolves. But instead gained reverence from them. But he would not falter upon his act, he understood quickly on one thing. They worshipped Muramasa and its owner to an extent. The wielder of Muramasa, for as long as he or she acted much like how they envisioned and idealized of its original owner. They would treat that person with great importance. The Boss Wolf would quickly answer his question – its location on the west of the island and that it is the palace of the apprentice in which Oogway has greatly emphasize on. Kurai Takuechi.

The Boss Wolf would quickly call Akira as ‘Lord Takeuchi’, whether that is due to them knowing of the conversation between Akira and Oogway took place thus knowing his name or that they were merely calling him as the reincarnation of Muramasa’s original owner, Kurai Takeuchi. Regardless of this. The boy wasn’t familiar with such great reverence towards himself before. He would only see this form of worship towards La Spada by those in Delos. The unfamiliarity made the boy slightly anxious, but he would continue his act. He would need visit the prison, but breaking in will only make future movements in the island much harder. Now that the boy knew his weapon held a significant importance in this island, using his sword recklessly would only attract unwarranted attention. Sheathing his sword back into its sheathe. Akira took a small amount of time to think. And soon afterwards, the boy would finally question them once more, specifically Boss Wolf. If it’s a palace of an important figure, even if it’s a prison… perhaps there’s a way to navigate the place. Perhaps not all places in the prison is off-limits. Even if it sounded stupid, he would recall the visitor centre at the docks. Perhaps this island has more into tourism, that he could make use as a visitor.

“The prison, you said it used to be a palace. How do I get in?”

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #12
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
They knelt. The wolves, led by Boss, would kneel in front of “The Heir“. A man who helps the infamous Muramasa, having been lost for decades, with the same eyes as the lost paintings of student Takeuchi, would be one to bow. Here, in this isolated island in the New World, Takeuchi had uncovered something secret: his legacy. The sword he carried was not just a blade in these parts - it was a force, a symbol. Hailed as a goddess, the wolve’s followed the blade being sheathed with awe. It was truly real.

The Almighty Prison, Chorh-Gom. Akira, now in command due to reverence, asked about the prison; the assassin wanted to go. Boss Wolf seemed surprise. He answered directly.

[Boss Wolf] “Only one person has broken out of Chorh-Gom, but breaking in… that has been done, but it’s rare. Legend says we need the key.”​

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[Boss Wolf] “My lord, you wield the key: Muramasa.”​

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The key. Muramasa was the key. In retrospect, it made sense. If Kurai Takeuchi‘s palace was inside the prison, it would make sense it would be hidden, with a particular key to open the legacy. Akira had that legacy. In this island, Muramasa kept coming up as an important being. The young man surmised it correctly: he’d do well to be careful with flinging the goddess around.

Boss Wolf jumped to the window, looking to the West, ready to jump.

[Boss Wolf] “Follow us, my Lord.”​

 

[Sea]

VoP #13
@Ichimonji ​

Boss Wolf would be surprised by Akira’s words; it would only make sense that he does. Who in the right mind would enter a prison willingly? Only an insane person would bother sneaking into the prison with the risk of being jailed. Boss Wolf would speak, unlike Oogway he is clear in his answer, something that Akira himself would appreciate to an extent. The prison Chorh-Gom, was supposedly ever broken out of once. The boy had an idea on the identity of it but did not speak further. Yet he would mention that breaking has been done before, it only requires a key to it. And that would be the very sword that Akira wield, Muramasa. Though Akira was bewildered with the answer but at the same time he doesn’t seem too surprised as well, seemly accepting the fact he wields a bladed key of sort, a key blade.

Boss Wolf would quickly get up to the lighthouse windows, opened and seemly prepared to escort Akira to the prison, and into the palace. The boy watched for a second, but he would quickly swipe his hand into a small bag, revealing to be black bandages. The boy wasn’t sure of these wolves’ identity, that they could be criminals wanted by the locals. If he were to follow them like this without hiding his face, it could make it difficult to traverse the land afterwards. With that in mind, the boy started to bandaged up his face, completing the Assassin-like appearance. And that, the boy would finally speak to Boss Wolf, though his tone would imply not just towards the leader, but also the rest.

“From now on in front of anyone else – do not call me Lord Takeuchi.”

The boy spoke, he understood the situation decently well enough. If the wolves carelessly refer to him as this ‘heir’ or as Kurai Takeuchi in any manner. It would definitely attract attention, words spread fast. That much Akira understood. He would need a different alias. Something that would not create that connection. No matter if he were to be suspicious, that as long as this whole circumstances be kept in the shadows for the time being. Right now, there is no reason to let anyone else know about this. With Oogway gone, the only ones left to know of this, including the fact that Akira held onto Muramasa, are the wolves.

“Call me….“

“Raven...”

A random alias would do, though this is the first time he would even gave strangers beyond Spada Pirates a name of himself, the boy made sure not much words and titles of himself are spoken to keep the façade as the Grim Reaper's Shadow, this would be the first time he gave himself a different alias to go by. Keeping a name separate from the Takeuchi name as well as from the Spada Pirates should create enough to ensure his identity is similar of an unknown person of sorts. The boy spoke in a soft, but cold tone – his very words are sharp, that the wolves would be sure to know despite the soft-spoken person they refer to as their Lord, is still a dangerous man whose words are serious. The boy would step forth towards the window that Boss Wolf stood by its frame, ready to follow them West to Chorh-Gom.

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #13
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
Boss Wolf and his rag-tag pack would heed their “master’s” call. They would lead the supposed heir back to Chorh-Gom prison, key blade in hand. They referenced Muramasa as a living being, as a fable, as a legend. Whatever connection it had with this land, it was deep, going back for centuries, even during Master Oogway’s early life. A Goddess in the hands of Kurai Takeuchi. There were many questions, but one resounding answer: Akira would find of himself in these lands, in the Valley of Peace.

Akira asked to not adress him in a way. Boss Wolf nodded, before addressing Akira and his pack.

[Boss Wolf] “Understood… Raven. Be warned, though, Muramasa is a fabled goddess in these lands. Any person with connection to these lands would recognize it.”​

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[Boss Wolf] “If it’s covertness you seek, best keep Lady Muramasa in her sheathe.”​

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Best to keep the blade in its sheathe. It is what occurred when Akira drew the blade: the wolves immediately recognized it. The complex history and ties to Akira were deep, showing again and again. With that understood, Boss Wolf would launch himself to the West, flanking the city by going by the rocks. The sea was violent, crashing against the rocks. They would have to maneuver hard to make the initial trek. The black ooze could be seen more clearly, slowly inching and taking over the shore, corroding the plant-life that survived on the rocks.

Once the pack cleared the rocks, they would traverse for a few hours. If Akira had questions, now would be the time. However, he’d notice Boss Wolf was on full alert, using his senses and concentration to spot any incoming. Behavior not unlike those being hunted, those with a bounty on their head. Soon, the pack would come across a change of landscape. From green to snow. Humongous mountains appeared in the distance: the Mongolian Mountains.

[Boss Wolf] “Tread carefully, men! We are entering the first line of defense for the prison: World Government territory.”​

Boss Wolf slanted himself against the first ruined building that appeared on the horizon. Beyond it was a broken city, laid in ruins, flanked by humongous slabs of stone. On the stone were inscriptions, ever lit blue. There were small camps laid out all across the city ruins, typically a small tent and fire. Coming in and out were minks bearing the WG symbol on their clothes; dozens and dozens of them. In the center, there was a statute of a man on a horse, below a large bell. The man on the horse was human, bearing resemblance to the two men in the lighthouses’ painting.

 

[Sea]

VoP #14
@Ichimonji ​

The first command as ‘Lord Takeuchi’, to have them refer him as Raven rather than the lordship title that they seem to be prefer for the most part. Boss Wolf would agree to that, and likely along with is response that the rest would do the same. The Wolf would quickly add on, suggesting to keep Muramasa sheathed if he wishes to keep things under wraps. While Akira already expected that Muramasa being the equivalent of divinity in this land, he did not expect that the sheathe is less likely to draw attention. That said, the sword is kept through a stained rotten wood – as if the Goddess herself was wearing dirty clothes. Yet the wolves did not seem to mind. But the boy understood tact, he would not ask any questions that may cause disrespect to the sword itself and likely turn these religious fanatics on him. But knowing that likely the sheathe itself wasn’t well known that anyone could immediately recognize would be enough, the boy thought about using covering the sheathe up with cloth, but that idea may not be needed any more. Having already sheathed his blade, the would just have to utilize a different form of combat to deal with his enemies in this island for the time being.

“Got it.”

Following the wolves as the group departed west. They would go around the city, taking the route through the shores and rocks. As the boy followed the wolves, he would notice the black ooze starting to affect the island, plant life around the sea would start to corrode and wither. Whatever this is, they are threatening this island. Yet they would not stop. The island is massively large, getting around the place would take quite a while. The traversal would continue, taking hours. The boy also utilized this time to process his thoughts that he didn’t have much of a time to do so. This whole situation has quickly devolved into something the boy would hope for. He was originally here to figure out about Muramasa’s origins. Even though he is achieving that aspect of his goal. He would not expect such origins to seemly be connected to himself. Oogway kept talking like Kurai Takeuchi is his ancestor. But that must have been a mistake, regardless of how Oogway wants to paint it differently. In the first place, Akira was born in the North Blue. Not in the New World. It would take swimming past the calm belt to get to the Blues or going back past the Grand Line. Neither are something that Akira believed that anyone could do so centuries past. The boy’s thoughts clouded his mind. Another thing that he would recall is the whole balancing act that Oogway threw him with. He does not understand one bit. But he would need to find someone that could likely understand such words to interpret the old coot’s words or take a crash course in this island’s history to reach an understanding. But for now, time would pass, silence surrounding the boy and the wolves, only their footsteps would be heard. And then, Akira finally pose a question – he would need to gather more information.

“The tortoise Oogway, this Lord Takeuchi and his rival. Tell me about them.”

Posing a question, he would instead ask about Oogway and his two apprentices. Though to the wolves the term used by Akira – Rivals may not be the right term. But Akira wasn’t sure how the wolves may feel about using the words apprentices. But using what these religious fanatics would seem to call by, would likely sound better in their ears, and that given Oogway’s short introduction to his apprentices, he sounded as if they were enemies and rivals. The wolves may not be reliable narrators due to their religious nature, but basic knowledge would give him better information to work with in this island. The boy quickly notices the change in the Boss Wolf, and perhaps to the same extent with the other wolves. They are being on guard. Regardless of the answer he would be given by Boss Wolf, the group would soon enter a different area of landscape – snow has rapidly taken place of grass. Mountains became in purview of the group. The hours long trek is rapidly coming to an end.

Boss Wolf would quickly mention entering World Government's territory. The first line of defense of the prison. The boy wouldn’t expect their presence in such locations. Perhaps they too, have something to hide in the prison palace. As the first ruined building came into their trajectory the group would finally stop. Prompting the boy to look into the beyond. A city in ruins. Covered in slabs of stones, lit blue were inscriptions. Though the boy wouldn’t be able to recognize it. Camps could be seen, broken into several smaller camps and within those camps were minks bearing the logo of the World Government. It is a large number of marines, that Akira would consider them to be. A statue stood in the centre, riding a horse that bears resemblance to the paintings – though Akira would consider that identity to be Kurai. After all this is supposed to be his palace. Slinging his weapon to the waist, the boy would roll up his sleeves despite the cold, and his pants. Shoes were removed. In such snow, it is better to be even more light footed than before, and given the idea on not using his weapon carelessly, the boy made sure to do that for the time being, though if he gotten rid of all the marines they wouldn’t be able to recognize the sword anyway. The boy still has a power he could utilize without the sword. The boy would pose another question to Boss Wolf.

“What are those blue inscriptions?”

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #14
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
The group traversed throug landscape, essging from the shores, to vivid land, all the way to rocky and snowy terrain. The group went inward. Boss Wolf led the pack, with the wolves flanking Akira like an arrow. It would be a long trek, but then again, it was a large island. In the distance there were settlements here and there, yet nothing like the dock. The island everywhere was dying, the early stages of corroding present. During this trek, Akira posed a simple, yet deep, question to Boss Wolf.

The wolf took a second to think, before answering.

[Boss Wolf] “Long ago this land was ravaged by war, by famine. Such greed, that the Valley itself took offense. The land turned on its citizens, corroding from inside out, leaving nothing.“​

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[Boss Wolf] “From the land’s hate, the Valley birthed two swords to mete its will: Muramasa and its bretheren, Twilight’s Edge.”​

A stunning revelation. Boss Wolf explained how the war in the island had an effect on the land. The Valley itself turned on those it held dear. Boss Wolf had not noticed, ever focused on his goal, but Akira had seen the signs of the land corroding. Whether it was the same, was anyone’s guess. The swords were the Valkey’s manifestation. If pressed, Boss Wolf had no other information on the Valley’s past itself or the swords, out of his pay scale so to speak, but did offer folklore of the two apprentices.

The alpha wolf continued his story.

[Boss Wolf] “Master Oogway professed a new art: Kung Fu, alleged to have been taught by the land itself. Two apprentices took to Master Oogway, bestowed with the land’s relics, and healed the land.”​

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[Boss Wolf] “One was you, Takeuchi.”​

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Boss Wolf let Akira know he believed Akira WAS Takeuchi, a reincarnation. The other apprentice, Boss Wolf had no more knowledge. In a land of secrets and legends, Akira would find the pieces scattered. Boss Wolf knew the Takeuchi legend well, yet obscured on the other. One thing was clear, a disdain for the other was felt in Boss Wolf’s voice, professing Takeuchi to be the one true savior.

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Suddenly, the group arrived at a WG camp, cutting their road ahead. They had to pass through. Patrols manned the area. Boss Wolf shushed the group, only whispering to answer Akira’s question.

[Boss Wolf] “The glyphs are a lost language. No one can decipher them. It is said the heirs left behind clues in them, lost for a thousand years.”​

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[Boss Wolf] “For now, we need a way forward. What do we do?”
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The group stayed behind the slabs, waiting on direction from Akira. He was the alpha wolf now, after all. Patrols with three rhinos approached, set to pass by their area in two minutes, give or take. Eyes on Akira.

 

[Sea]

VoP #15
@Ichimonji ​

Akira’s question in the midst of their journey would finally reveal some answers, although how clear and accurate in regards to that answer is another thing. Boss Wolf would respond to Akira’s question, a land ravaged by war and famine in which is caused by greed has led to the land’s dark turn. Corrosion of the living. Though it would have been hard to say whether it is merely a metaphor that Boss Wolf is using if Akira himself did not witness the black ooze from the shore and its horizon. Here Boss Wolf would mention the then appearance of two swords, Muramasa and the other, Twilight’s Edge. The boy has never heard of the other sword. But Oogway mentioned of a sister sword which corroborates with Boss Wolf’s story. A pair of sibling swords, this would mean that just like Muramasa it must have been a sword with incredible power as well. Especially given that Akira have been using a blood-stained sword and the blade’s edge has never been lost. But would such a causation by greed led to this? A seemly supernatural phenomenon and the appearance of two swords.

Boss Wolf would continue his words, mentioning that Oogway and his apprentice, once more corroborating the stories. However, a certain disdain was felt from Boss Wolf’s tone as he seemly left out the other apprentice, only to profess Akira as the apprentice Takeuchi once more. The boy wasn’t too happy that he is being constantly referred to this Kurai person and it wasn’t just Boss Wolf, Oogway too referred him as his apprentice – the boy never thought of himself special only that he is merely an unfortunate soul from an orphanage that became entwined with La Spada, but he would keep his objections to himself, no sense trying to change the flow of things after all. He however, notice the clear distinction that did not corroborate with Oogway’s words. Boss Wolf referred Takeuchi as a saviour of sorts. But Oogway clearly mention Takeuchi’s descent into some kind of villainy and malice. But regardless of inaccuracies, or lies - somewhere within the information there is always a fragment of truth. The boy would not question further, given their fanaticism with Kurai Takeuchi and Muramasa, it would be wildly inappropriate to try and pry the inconsistencies further, else anger would be the least of his worries.

Soon, they would reach the encampment far west where snow has taken over this part of the land. Akira started to shift his clothes as he rolls up his sleeves and the hemming of his pants. While he is an Assassin, make no mistake however – that his form of assassination does not follow the conventional archetypes. The method of his is merely to eradicate all witnesses. Though Akira never seemed to do that as it would require killing of normal citizens – something that the boy has never done. This time however, the boy would rather simply put, not fight – yet these are World Government members thus they are not normal citizens. Boss Wolf would explain the blue glyphs atop the rocks, though given their undecipherable to the current era – it would be impossible to do so at this point. Regardless, Akira’s goal is the castle, his priority is focused only upon one task, anything else can be done later. The wolf pack would await the boy’s orders.

Presumably with the sight of incoming rhinos walking as a patrol is visible enough – the boy has thought it through, killing them would only create a problem when a second patrol arrives. Not because it takes too hard, but snow would create a problem. Blood spilled would simply raise suspicions on these red stains. He could have one of the wolves simply act as a bait but the boy decided against it, it is not their lives to bear. And lastly, even waiting for them to pass by may only result in them simply guarding the area. An order is finally given.

“Where is the general direction of this secret passage of the castle? I will be the lead and bait, follow behind me loosely, far back that they don’t see you, but if someone that is far away from me whom may be alerting the rest - you may take him or her out.”

Akira made a choice – he himself would bear the brunt of the World Government, unwilling to put the lives of others at risk. Thus instead of following Boss Wolf and the others, they would have to follow him as far back as possible without losing each other whilst keeping enough of a distance to not be spotted. Alone. Akira can likely evade and take out enemies, he would leave those that are far away from Akira that has likely spotted to the wolves. The only thing the boy needs is a direction to head. Once a general direction is given, the boy would transform into his True Hybrid mode, utilizing smaller wings to better move stealthily, and he would cross straight into the camp almost instantly – his eyes peeled towards the front, if any patrols comes into his sight, the boy could quickly take them out with his bladed wings or simply knock them out with a knife hand to their neck. Depending on how well the knife hand strike are against the marines, Akira would either carve a path trailed of blood or one that led to least bloodshed.

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #15
@Sea​

The Lighthouse
The tale was told. A small piece of the puzzle that was the lore of this island, intrinsically tied to the two blades, Muramasa and Twilight’s edge. Akira himself seemed to be in the middle, with his actual bloodline one of two. Holding Murasame, he was told he held the key; the key to Chor-Gom prison. Slated behind rocks, the group waited Talon’s direction. A patrol was coming, and camps were all over the area, surrounding the statute of the man in the horse. Talon asked about the secret entrance, and Boss Wolf quickly answered.

Boss Wolf pointed towards the statute,

[Boss Wolf] “There. The blade the man holds. The Ancient Text notes that when it it tainted by blood, the heir will reveal safe passage.”​

Boss Wolf seemed determined, squarely looking into Talon’s eyes. With no hesitation, Boss Wolf used the spikes on his great hammer to cut his forearm, allowing blood to douse his fur. A pledge of allegiance to Talon writ in blood. Upon his command, the pack would follow the plan. Talon would go first, drawing the attention of the first scouts. They screamed to alert their nearby patrols. Talon would make his way inward. He’d be met by a volley of arrows, bullets, and spears. Around a dozen came to him to stop his charge, using a battle cry to engage him from his front. Fodder, yet they did their job. They alerted the big guns.

[Soldier] “Rear Admiral! We got an assailant!”​

Shaking himself from the statute’s base, a Crocodile stood. His aura was similar to Boss Wolf, yet his eyes were constant. The Crocodile slowly walked to the area of commotion. Flanking behind the statute, opposite of where Akira was, were the pack. Boss Wolf would stealthily approach the statute as Takon dealt with the soldiers. He’s approach the statute, the blade, blood in hand.

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Spoiler: NPCs

Rear Admiral Croc

Level 50
50 x 5 = 250
Strength: 36+20+5=61
Speed: 41+20=61
61x2=122
-Reaction: 61
-Movement: 61
Vitality:56+5=61
61x2=122
-Durability:61
-Stamina:61
Haki: 56
56x2=112
-Armament Haki:61
-Observation Haki:51
Martial Arts: 61
61x2=61
-Kung Fu: 61
-Electro: 61

 

[Sea]

VoP #16
@Ichimonji ​

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The boy went into the camp effectively speaking – without a plan. Though Boss Wolf would show him the general direction he needs to be there, the statue – and that it would need to be stained upon with blood in order to be granted safe passage. Without hesitation however, the wolf would cut his forearm to douse his fur with blood – a strange ritual of sorts to the boy. But even without context the boy has an idea what it meant. A path carved upon bloodshed. Stealth may be a better option but with a group – it will only be an eventuality to getting found out. Akira however, he himself is powerful which is why he decided to simply go through the camp alone, with the rest of the wolf pack off a distance. Not only did he serve as the bait, putting all attention upon him, it allows the boy to also deal with the situation without hesitation nor being held back by anyone else. The boy ran through the camp, alerting the presence of the marines of the World Government. Within seconds, alert went up within the camp. And soon, the boy became bombarded with bullets, arrows and spear projectiles towards him. While he wasn’t expecting a large amount of guards for a camp he would presume to be smaller in garrison, the boy knew what he is getting into. Weaving through bullets, arrows and spears alongside the structures of the surrounding ruined buildings, the shouting would begin, and likely more would come. Yet perhaps this is perfect? Akira thought. The statue would require blood anyway.

Hiding behind a ruined wall, hailstorm of projectiles continues to barrage the boy. Akira’s arm would change once more, this time manifesting a pair of larger wings. Immediately, the boy moved out of the wall upon his changed transformation, using his Zoan abilities to better deal with the mass of guards. As he moved, one of Akira’s wings would hit the ground, sliding against it before Akira swing upwards and outwards towards the guards before doing so on the other wing, each swung generate a powerful blast of wind that would quickly spiral towards them. The air blasts, powerful as they are aimed to blast away incoming projectiles while maintaining their course towards the soldiers. The first blast is sent towards the incoming group of soldiers and also likely the ones behind them whilst the second air blast aimed for the ones shooting. If successful it should take out a good amount of soldiers with the ranged weaponry. Due to the manner in which Akira is bombarded with projectiles, the boy kept himself grounded, using one of his wing as a form of shield as he moves between cover to cover. Should any soldiers come to close, the boy would be able to quickly deal with them with his bladed wings. Despite his aggressions, the wind blasts for the most part aren’t overly lethal to kill off marines en masse. As the concussion of such blasts are more likely to only take out those close but not in its direct trajectory.

Spoiler

Name: Wind Blast
Rank: B
Description: Akira cross his wings onto the ground (Right wing placed on the left side ground or vice versa) and swings in a horizontal arc towards his opponents, hurling a compressed wind blast spiraling towards them as it destroys the ground whilst travelling to its destination, capable of blasting enemies away and cutting them through the compressing wind. Useful as a ranged attack or to deflect projectiles. Hybrid Form only. (51 Mastery, 51 Strength)

Akira's DPR: 120: 5. Town Level + B: +2 = 7. Mountain Level

With each action, the boy moved constantly, making sure he is dynamic in his movements to prevent taking damage – taking every second to reach deeper into the camp, aiming to brute force through the camp. The more surrounded Akira is, the harder it is for the marines to shoot due to the possibility of friendly fire. Beyond him, a crocodile walked on two legs towards him – a Reptilla, a variant of the Mink race. But the boy would prefer just taking out as much soldiers as he can before he would start dealing with the more powerful foes.

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #16
@Sea​

The Government Camp
The camp became high on alert, following the man who dared make entry unannounced, carrying that spirit of dissonance. The assassin was skilled beyond these soldier’s comprehension, with a single flap of his transformed wings swatting away the projectiles, dodging the rest. Screams echoed as those around them were blown back, unconscious. Yet, there were many, and slowly they circled the assassin. A few more fell as swift as the last. Akira had done it - he had drawn all attention to him, but to what end? Boss Wolf approached the statute, as the pack picked off stragglers.

Behind the perimeter, the Rear Admiral made way, claws shining.

[Croc] “Who do you think you are?! This research area is off-limits! I’ll teach you the wrath of the World Government!”​

The Crocodile made no other overt attempt to speak. Instead, he punched forward, still around 5 meters away. From his hands came an airblast, testament of his power and skill. They multiplied to blanket the area Akira was on. Croc followed, moving diagonally and awaited a surprise attack.

Akira would have to go through the Rear Admiral.

Meanwhile, Boss Wolf had made it to the statute. He cut himself again and began pouring his blood onto the statute’s blade. It looked remarkably like Muramasa when blood-stained. The statue’s eyes began to glow.

Spoiler: Croc DPS

7. Mountain Level

 

[Sea]

VoP #17
@Ichimonji ​

The boy managed to get all the attention onto him, hopefully allowing Boss Wolf and his pack to do whatever they need to get into the prison. Presumably with a fair distance away between the camp and the statue, the boy could easily move with lightning speed that would quickly cause them to lose sight of him, and thus whatever secret entrance that Boss Wolf have indicated ultimately cut the chase off. The crocodile came, speaking in a rather angry tone – which would be a given due to Akira’s appearance uninvited and causing bloodshed. Yet the words of the Crocodile are short, there are no further attempts to continue speaking, only that the he would merely punch forward – just a few metres from Akira. Generating an air blast from his fist, the Rear Admiral attempt to struck from a distance.

However, as the air blast would struck Akira, the boy immediately swung his wing out, immediately swatting and dissipating the air blast into nothingness. The boy only need to take down the crocodile, though with a show of force should quickly destroy the morale of the marines. Utilizing his speed, the boy moved forward towards the Rear Admiral at incredible speed before he would quickly swing his wing towards him. The boy does not need to kill the Reptila, only that he needs to merely take him out before getting to the statue itself. The boy kept his eyes around his surroundings, not just with the multiplying marines but also for potential surprises. But his focus kept upon the Reptila, considering he seems to be the strongest of everyone else here so far. No matter how the marines would act, shooting Akira is highly unlikely as long as Akira is fighting closely with the crocodile, they would need to either willingly friendly fire upon them and even possibly shooting someone else amongst the encirclement or find opportunities such as Kairoseki or traps.

Spoiler

Name: Blade Wings (Passive)
Rank: B (True Hybrid) | A (Hybrid/Beast)
Description: When he is in his Human-Beast or Beast Form, Akira is able to use his Pteranodon wings like swords, allowing him to release powerful air blades by swinging them. These slash attacks can deal massive damage, and he can launch them in rapid succession. Akira is also capable of using the wings to attack normally, as the wings are both strong and durable enough to utilize it in melee. Doesn't stack rank bonus with other techniques using the bladed wings.

Akira's DPR: 6. City Level (121+, Zoans only) + A: +3 = 9. Small Country Level vs Crocodile's DPR
Result: Air blast swatted away.

Akira's DPR: 6. City Level (121+, Zoans only) + A: +3 = 9. Small Country Level

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #17
@Sea
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OCC: Lmao. You just flapped a wing. Yeah, need to make NPCs stronger.

The Government Camp
The ruse. The distraction. Akira drew everyone to himself due to the soldiers that fell to his whims. All the soldiers encircled Akira, leaving the wolf pack free to the statute. As Croc confronted Akira, Boss Wolf watched his blood stain the blade on the statute, the Muramasa stone replica. Suddenly, the statute began to move, as if the horse galloped. The base showed a set of stairs, only big enough for one body at a time, that led to a dark tunnel. The pack began to filter in as the Rear Admiral moved in for the fight.

Akira would find he’s need not go to Croc, he’s go to him. With Akira’s quick step, and Croc’s own step, though much slower, the two came almost face-to-far. Yet, Croc’s eyes could only widen as a blade of air was released almost point blank, digging into his body, forcing the Crocodile’s body to fell forward into Akira, as if hugging the boy. The Crocodile‘s head rested just besides Akira’s sheathe, his eyes widening,

[Croc] “Y-Y-Y-You… t-t-that is…!”​

At this proximity, the crocodile could very clearly see the pattern on the hilt of the blade. At this proximity, the Crocodile could feel the aura. A hilt he had stared at for months in the stone replica the statute had. A puzzle he never figured out. The Crocodile coughed up blood before he tried to speak, trying to convey a message to his troops before life waned.

[Croc] “D-D-Do not shoot… the… lo-”​

That last words, a descriptor, seemingly important, was never uttered. The Rear Admiral was dead. Dead with his hands and tail around Akira, not letting go - riger mortis. The soldiers screamed in war cry upon seeing the Croc’s head fall. They did not hear him say “don’t shoot.” From all directions they opened fire. Intermixed, some were Seastone bullets,

Meanwhile, the statute, outside of the shooting circle, slowly moved back into place and begun to seal itself. Boss Wolf went last, hoping the heir made it in time.

Spoiler: DPS

= Super Effective

 

[Sea]

VoP #18
@Ichimonji ​

The boy’s movement and actions were much faster than the crocodile, allowing the Assassin to strike before the crocodile could do so, unleashing an air blade at point blank as the Reptila quickly became surprised before the air blade struck him, the projectile piercing into his body like butter as he fell forward towards the boy. Even though it is only mere seconds, moments that the crocodile fell – but he would seemly recognise Muramasa as he saw the sheathe. His words shocked Akira for a moment, the words did not complete as the Crocodile’s life wane, along with his words – but those words are incredibly telling. He knew Akira, or rather in a sense he seems to know his circumstances. His words to not shoot did not deliver, but the boy quickly reacted to his surroundings as the rest of the marines quickly shot back. The crocodile’s body quickly became a burden to the Assassin, forcing him to jump high up, the boy’s physical strength is immense, especially enhanced by the powers of the Zoan. Using the Rear Admiral’s body as a meat shield, the boy faced slightly downwards, his movement decreasing the chance of the bullets hitting him as he jumped up alongside with his meat shield. Forcing apart if the crocodile’s arms or tail somehow managed to envelop his wing arms, his physical strength alongside the sharpness of the wings would more than likely break it apart if not evening cutting up the body further, breaking free. With the Rear Admiral dead, the boy knew it is time to leave, there would not be anyone capable of following his movements but he would need to create enough chaos before so.

Spoiler

Name: Apex Bomb
Rank: B
Description: Akira drops back down onto the ground with his feet and destroy the ground with immense force, generating a powerful shockwave around him accompanying by beating his wings at the same time. (51 Mastery, 51 Strength)

Diving straight down, using his speed to ensure the soldiers couldn’t keep track enough to land a shot – the boy struck the ground hard with his talons and beat his wings at the same time, generating a powerful shockwave to not just deflect incoming bullets, seastone or not but also knock them down onto the ground. Then the boy spun around immediately, sucking in air and perhaps likely stray bullets – in a split second however the boy turns the other way round, generating a tornado as air blades fires out haphazardly around causing not just further damages around the camp as it deflects their attacks, but also to whipped out a powerful dust cloud, obscuring the remaining soldiers from view. With that, the boy quickly flew out of the tornado but maintain a lower altitude to ensure the nearby buildings helps to lose their sight of him, utilizing incredible speed to get to his destination. From outside, the marines would likely see something popping out of the tornado and dust cloud – though likely to be a blur to them if they even have the time to notice. Given Akira’s incredible speed, they are unlikely to catch up.

Spoiler

Name: Blade Tornado
Rank: A
Description: Akira spins about himself, generating a small but powerful tornado around himself which has the ability to suck in enemies even from several meters away before spinning the other way round, creating a large amount of air blades around himself as the tornado would fire the air blade haphazardly out that would aim to cut and slice anything around him. (81 Mastery, 81 Strength)

Name: n/a
Rank: n/a
Description: The user plants a foot forward, bends a little and uses force to dash forward, which allows the user to propel slightly forward for the next step but with increased momentum, allowing one to strike with greater intensity which forms the basis for the fighting style. It can also be used in tandem to spin by twisting the body, resulting in a quick spin or two to create momentum. This technique can be used in conjunction with any basic attacks or certain techniques. [Pic 1][Pic 2] (Follows Soru rules: 11 Shuurin, 21 Movement Speed; The user's movement speed is increased by Mastery/5; 1 turn cool down at 100 mastery)

Getting to the location as indicated by Boss Wolf, the boy noticed the blood splattered onto the statue. Just beneath the statue is an entrance, though quickly closing in. Time is short, the boy would utilize a Soru-esque technique upon landing on the ground with a clear visible view. He would aim to get in before the statue completely close in on him. Once the boy is sufficiently close enough, he would quickly revert back to his human form, using the smaller size to further improve the chance of getting in. Should he succeed, it would be a close call. But he should be safe for the time being, that likely the marines would continue to scour the fields outside for him.

 

[Ichimonji]

Valley of Peace #18
@Sea​

The Catacombs
The soldiers looked in horror as their leader fell on a mere whim of the assassin. A single flap of its wing is all it took. The Rear Admiral tried to speak, to stop his soldiers from shooting, but to no avail. The crocodile would call him by an adjective, yet, before he could, the last breath was drawn. The bullets came forth. The assassin was as resourceful as he was strong, using the mink as a shield and flight to avoid the hits. Then, a bomb.

A tornado and dust took the area. Soldiers flung everywhere - they’s not forget this day. In the confusion, Akira made it to the statute, it closing a ,ere inch behind him. A perfect ruse - no one saw the statute move. The soldiers would search for days, never finding an answer of how or why the lone samurai took their camp.

[Boss Wolf] “T-That was amazing, Take- I mean, Raven!“​

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[Boss Wolf] “We’ve made it. Though no one who still lives has been here, the tales are many. A path to the prison built by Lord Takeuchi himself. This is the Catacombs.”​

Enter the Catacombs. One of the wolves lit a match and gave flame to one of the candle fixtures on the walls. It seemed to connect to the others, as flames appeared through the long hallways and downward stairs that inhabited the catacombs. The webbing and dirt yielded the conclusion that no one had traversed these halls in many dozens of years, if not centuries. An eerie silence took the halls as they walked forward.

[Wolf] “These fixtures on the wall! They must tell the story of Lord Takeuchi, centuries ago! It’s how he obtained Lady Muramasa!​

On the walls, imprinted like beautiful glowing hieroglyphics, were art. Centuries old art. A story told through paintings. As they walked, the paintings would continue in chronological order. The wolves stood in awe, tracking the story. A story Akira would find eerily familiar, down to the most minuscule detail.

An island. A simple dojo taught dozens and dozens of kids. No parents were around, only the senpais. Orphans of all ages. One in particular, colored with black shaggy hair. A boy around 14 years of age. Soon, the paintings would show fire. The dojo destroyed in the fires of invaders. Fires brought by a flagged ship. The flag seemed to once have a symbol on it, yet now it was scratched off. That same boy with shaggy hair was shown killing some invaders from the back. Soon, it drew the attention of a hooded figure bearing glowing eyes of malice.

The glow of the hieroglyphs would be all the more bright in the next section. The hooded figure offered the boy a katana, one with an aura foul. A trade. The boy’s life for the villagers death. The next few paintings showed the boy slaying the villagers, as a black substance inched towards the island, and into the boy’s soul. Blood tainted the young boy’s face, now covered by… Shadow.

The last panel was the sword, now red with the villagers blood. A sword easily recognized: Muramasa.

 

[Sea]

VoP #19
@Ichimonji

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Escaping successfully into the catacombs, the boy succeeded in sending the marines into confusion and disarray – not only they are more likely to search the outfields, even though the castle prison security would more than likely amplify from the chaos but they are also less likely to suspect the infiltration succeeding without an obvious attack like what happen to the camp. With the statue closes off completely, the boy immediately removed the bandages off his head.

Huff… Huff…

A bit of a close call but he managed to get here in time. No longer needing bandages for the time being, as it is unlikely his appearance would allow him to blend into a prison though it would depend on how the prison is actually is. Instead, the boy bandaged up the sheathe of Muramasa with it. He originally wondered if he should but given the Reptila’s sudden words before his death it would be better to further hide Muramasa for the time being. Now having time to consider his words, it becomes obvious that the marine knew of the sword, not Akira himself. Covering the hilt of Muramasa, binding the sword to the sheathe itself with the bandage, a small simple tie up is made, where a quick release of its knot would allow the boy to unsheathe Muramasa when needed. As he hides Muramasa for the time being, at the same time the Boss Wolf would quickly converse with Akira, firstly with praise though a slip of tongue is made. Yet the boy didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t like La Spada anyway. Continuing his words are the location of the group – catacombs, a pathway into the prison.

Following the wolf pack, one of the wolf would lit a match, causing flames to burn on the candle fixture on the wall. Though strangely with only one candle is required to lit all of the candles. Web cobs and dirt filled the hallway forward a sign that the catacombs unused for a long period of time. Silence overtook the hallway; the boy could hear tinnitus ringing into his ears with it. Then as they walked hieroglyphics, or arts glows alongside the wall, each with different depictions of the art.

“….”

The boy silently looked at each art. Though he did not catch the connection at first, as the story of the art continues however a sense of déjà vu sets in. Before long he would recognize the story. The depiction of the boyish figure cutting down villagers upon given a sword. These depictions weren’t stories of Kurai Takeuchi, it is a depiction of his past. As the wolves continues to walk through with Akira behind, the boy in particular touched the hieroglyphic on the wall which depicted the killings. Either Kurai have a shockingly coincidence in regards to their history going down the same exact way, someone accurately seen the future or this is but a prank. But the last is unlikely to be ever possible, but so is looking into the future. Though who knows with what Devil Fruit powers, one may have such powers. Looking upon the only particular art of a flagged ship, whom seemed to have been scratched off.

“This ship, do you know of them? Or did this island once came under attack by pirates?”

Regardless of the answer given by the wolves the boy did not show his emotions to the pack. Such coincidence, all this talk about heirs. Are all these talk by Oogway true? The boy walked forward, he would see the darkness inching closer, shadow cast upon the boy, perhaps tainted by murder as his face shed red. The final panel – a sword now filled with blood, it should be none other than Muramasa.

To him, the arts struck a nerve. Perhaps life is playing a joke upon Akira. But he would have kept his emotions cooled. If anything, these depictions definitely argued in the way of Oogway’s words if not should likely prove those words, if not for Akira’s stubbornness in admission. With them reaching the end of the hallway, the boy at the same time reviewed the images in his mind. But otherwise, his questions are not quickly given. No point in asking anything that could been answered within the prison. When everything is said and done with proper knowledge and understanding that it is easiest to piece everything together.