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Who: Kisuke and Black Star. Closed.
What: Two ninjas get plopped into the middle of a bunch of demons. MORTAL KOMBAT.
When: Sometime during the day.
Where: Someplace. Doesn't really matter.
Kisuke had no memory of dying; however, being surrounded by various terrible-looking demons and hearing whispers of 'Netherworld', there was no doubt in his mind where he was. He had known that, while Torahime was in Paradise, he would have no choice but to go to Hell, so there was nothing more than a passing moment of disappointment.
"I was expecting to remember my death. Perhaps I died in my sleep. Bit disappointing...Muramasa!" From his hip, Kisuke removes what seems to be a paper lantern hanging next to a collection of seven skulls. He shakes it and speaks to it. "Oi, blacksmith. Tell me for sure: is this Hell? You should know."
A muffled voice came from the lantern. "I was in only one layer of Hell for a short, short time before being sent back to the world of the living to suffer my punishment."
Kisuke grunted and put the lantern back onto his thigh. "So, you don't remember your stay and you didn't get a good look at the setting. Useless blacksmith."
This conversation, of course, was going on while the ninja was surrounded by several dozen demons: fighters wielding axes and swords, several small dragons, and an iron knight wielding a spear. They were bickering and getting angry at the boy. "It doesn't matter. No, it doesn't matter if I am dead and stuck here for an eternity." He unsheathes what appears to be an ordinary tachi sword.
"I won't let a few demons or damned think they can do what they will with me. I still have these swords and I still have a job to do--I won't be the first person to fight his way out of Hell. I can't rest yet, not with my promise to her left unfulfilled. After that, then the Oni can do what they will with my soul."
Within several seconds, the demons fell one after another.
What: Two ninjas get plopped into the middle of a bunch of demons. MORTAL KOMBAT.
When: Sometime during the day.
Where: Someplace. Doesn't really matter.
Kisuke had no memory of dying; however, being surrounded by various terrible-looking demons and hearing whispers of 'Netherworld', there was no doubt in his mind where he was. He had known that, while Torahime was in Paradise, he would have no choice but to go to Hell, so there was nothing more than a passing moment of disappointment.
"I was expecting to remember my death. Perhaps I died in my sleep. Bit disappointing...Muramasa!" From his hip, Kisuke removes what seems to be a paper lantern hanging next to a collection of seven skulls. He shakes it and speaks to it. "Oi, blacksmith. Tell me for sure: is this Hell? You should know."
A muffled voice came from the lantern. "I was in only one layer of Hell for a short, short time before being sent back to the world of the living to suffer my punishment."
Kisuke grunted and put the lantern back onto his thigh. "So, you don't remember your stay and you didn't get a good look at the setting. Useless blacksmith."
This conversation, of course, was going on while the ninja was surrounded by several dozen demons: fighters wielding axes and swords, several small dragons, and an iron knight wielding a spear. They were bickering and getting angry at the boy. "It doesn't matter. No, it doesn't matter if I am dead and stuck here for an eternity." He unsheathes what appears to be an ordinary tachi sword.
"I won't let a few demons or damned think they can do what they will with me. I still have these swords and I still have a job to do--I won't be the first person to fight his way out of Hell. I can't rest yet, not with my promise to her left unfulfilled. After that, then the Oni can do what they will with my soul."
Within several seconds, the demons fell one after another.