Event: The Power of Regulars - Location: Oto Country - Hitoshii Sea - Eiju Country

Rolling for Scythe

The member 'Hayabusa' has done the following action : Dices

'D100' : 37

Rolling for Scythe now...

The member 'Raijoku' has done the following action : Dices

'D100' : 85

Scythe Roll!!

The member 'Grave Breaker' has done the following action : Dices

'D100' : 74

Hayabusa smirked as he saw his attacks make contact. The death winning blow. He came from out of the trees, pulling his puppet back to him. Walking to the dead body, Hayabusa bowed his head in respect. He looked at the other two, as his eyes slowly faded into his regular dark green eyes. Hayabusa pulled his kunai out of the man, using his fingers to close his eyes. He began patting him down for more objects. He pulled out tags, the ones he tried to hit Hayabusa with. He pulled out some Kunai and shuriken. He set them to the side. He felt as though this had been his right to do so, for his blow had been the final. Hayabusa’s pockets were pretty full. He controlled the puppet to come to him, as he loaded the thee kunai back into it. He filled the puppet to its maximum, as well as the one hidden in the basket on his back. He let his puppet return to its own basket, putting it on his back. Hayabusa took some of the tags before he looked at the beautiful scythe. Hayabusa grasped it, standing up with it. It was very light weight. He slashed it around a little bit.
“This weapon… feels superior…” Hayabusa stood up and looked at his partners.
“Congrats, team…” Hayabusa looked at the shuriken and kunai on the ground. “I can’t carry any of those. And this beauty…” Hayabusa said, as he looked the scythe up and down. He slammed the bottom to the ground, pitting it between he and the one named Raijin. “I think this belongs to you, Samurai.” He awaited for the acceptance. “If you ever find yourself no longer needing it, look me up.” He said, as he put his hand on his shoulder, walking towards the beautiful cloak the man had on. It was about his size. He pulled it up and put it n his body.
“Not bad…” he felt as though it had a certain power about it, but didn’t quite know what it was... He regrouped with the others, looking at the entrance of the gate. “So, I suppose we should advance?” Hayabusa suggested. “That wasn’t bad for a first go.”
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Puppets stocked with items
Water Bottle drank (Replenish Chakra and Stamina)
Tags and Cloak Salvaged

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Raijin stood there as he watched Hayabusa start rummaging the body, he closed his multi-colored eyes and whispered a small prayer under his breath for the fallen opponent they just fought “I'll see you in hell brother, till then.” he whispered before he looked up into the sky, that fight was a bit disappointing for him although it was over meant that there would be tougher opponents up ahead, he turned around to see Hayabusa and the scythe that Akuma was using sticking out of the ground now, he walked over and picked it up and suddenly felt the power it had, the power felt amazing in his hands.

He turned to face Grave and smiled “this could come in handy, I think there might be a samurai book for different moves with it that I may be able to use and learn.” he said as he eyed it up and down before he grinned before he placed it in the weapon holster on his back with his katana back in its sheath, he turned and looked at Hayabusa and nodded “if I don't need it anymore, you'll be the first to know.” Raijin said as he smiled and looked back into the sky, “watch me mom... I'm getting stronger for you.” he whispered to himself quietly before he reached out with his left hand and closed his hand inside the gauntlet on his hand to make a fist. “Shall we continue onwards?” Raijin asked looking over at both of his companions that he was with for this weird and wild adventure.

Deep inside his mind he was contemplating everything that was going on with this island, clearly someone didn't want them on this island, and clearly someone wanted them dead if they were started to send the upper guys after the trio, first it was guards, now it was Akuma rest his soul, now what laid around the corner, it was bothering him from the beginning about everything and what kind of people these men were like to send someone out to fight them even though it meant anyone's death, they clearly had no respect for life what so ever and that point gave Raijin a very heavy and uneasy feeling about what was going on.
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Gained Scythe of Yomi

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Failing to see the point in killing a stronger enemy or even a weak one at that, left Grave some sort of depression within him as the enemy had died by their hands. 'Great…am I a killer or was I killing to protect those around me.' Glancing over the downed rouged. Grave picked up some kunais from his pouch placing them within his collection. "Even more…I'm grave robbing…ironic truly.." Grave got a small smile across his face before glancing over at the scythe that was used in battle against them. 'A strange yet the same kind of weapon like my blade of trials.' Thinking about this weapon left Grave shaking his head before looking around once more. As he noticed Hayabusa take off some items off the dead man. Things did seem a bit different for them. But Grave shook his head erasing the confusion and worries he had. 'What am I thinking I'm on a mission and a mission there will always be death within it.

Bowing his head over to Akuma, leaving his back facing Akuma. Grave couldn't feel something. Looking around he noticed that Raijin was getting off a chakra aura. But Hayabusa's aura had completely vanished from thin area. As though that cloaked blocked out the signal to do so. 'Strange…never thought something like that could exist.' Grave turned his head to face the door way before closing his eyes and beginning to walk forward, "I'm moving on ahead everyone…if anything…get ready for another hard battle. Cause you never know what they are planning to do to us next. Grave did not want to waste any more time here. He wanted to hurry and complete his tasks so he could finally be home to relax. The blade of trials had finally died down allowing itself to become just a handle.

Though running in his mind was the next plan for the enemy, 'Its time…we get really serious if the next battle causes us a life…we have to be ready for anything.' Grave started off on his own as he continued onward.
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