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Hooni walked up the stairs and watched them some more, his eyes was fixed on the weapons in the party's hands. Their weapons.....carefully forged and crafted. Each of them made to suit each member......they were amazing and cool. Their swords seemed legendary to this little kitsune...he always admired those that was the top of their faction and army, they would last the longest in combat and they would hold the most honor.

Slowly but swiftly he made his way towards one of the members the oldest to be exact, and before their eyes he would transform into his natural form. A small 8 year old child, but with fox ears and a tail to go along with his orange hair,green eyes, and soft peachy skin. He spoke in a polite and adorable voice(since that's all he can fucking speak in)
"G-greetings....I-i dearly apologize for causing some worry in your current situation b-but I w-wanted to ask....c-can I t-train under you s-sir?"

(OOC: May or may not have forgotten the order..sorry)
Musashi sighed, "Angels have always been nosy...wouldn't expect you to be different. Gabriella is the most annoying though." He turned around and started to walk back. "Better leave us alone. . .I'm not as forgiving as the others.." Musashi said before making his way to the palace. He noticed a fox following Oda and Mitsuki. This was starting to annoy him, "Why can't we just be in peace for our only free day before the next raid..?" he sighed and picked the fox up, walked down the stairs, and put it down "Bye, Bye."

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Mitsuki ran down to Musashi, "I think that was a kitsune..." She said before they walked up the stairs together "[+purple Figures...]" The samurai replied. It seemed that lately everything has been more hectic...being watched by supernatural creatures who are revered as gods or their servants in different cultures around the world..Why is that happening? It can't be only here- Once the group was back together they relayed what happened to them and tried to think about why they were being watched.

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Oda sighed, "Spies...War...This might be what our ancestors warned us about.." Musashi nodded, "This may be bad.." Mitsuki sighed and said, "You guys are such downers..I doubt another war will break out."

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Mephyeka tossed back the tail of his hair and stood up, reaching to ruffle the violet curls that now were slicked down by a freshly past shower of raindrops. With a dragged-out sigh followed by a disinterested pout, he trod forward through the forest, black steel-laden boots breaking the surface of the puddled water he had just checked his slightly disheveled appearance’s reflection in; the disturbance lasted only a single moment, though, as Mephyeka continued ahead, allowing the puddle– now left far behind– to slowly ripple and reconverge.

Mephyeka trekked on until he emerged from the woods, stepping into a wide, open plane. He felt a soft spark of delight as he peered through the light veil of morning fog into the distance, his gaze landing on a grandiose edifice– an embellished palace. It was so, seemingly painstakingly far, and at the same time so close, with only less than a league of land separating him from his destination. Mephyeka smiled, knowing how close he was to meeting that quite familiarly acquainted samurai trio again after a good several years. He always presented himself to them as just another mere human– which he was expert at imitating, appearance, aura, and the whole lot of that, with all the years he spent mingling in this world– however the disguise didn’t detract at all from the gems of conversations they had. In these times he was content; glad, even, being [i just a human], not even the confrontational warrior he was in nature, but rather simply a persona of an outgoing, happy-go-lucky inventor who travels and tinkers with bits around the world.

Kurapika didn’t move. He stayed silent and also didn’t want to cause any trouble. “I was just curious about who you are, human.” He said.

Hooni watched Oda with such interest, he stayed close by his side. But when he started to speed up he found it a little hard to do so, eventually tripping over his own paw and falling face first onto the wooden floor board of the palace. He whimpered and stood up slowly before walking with the male again.

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Oda was used to scanning his surroundings; he has done it for years. His ancestral background is what aided him in this feat. Despite age, he was considered the most agile of the Kyōshin which, of course, is up for debate. He noticed something off about his surroundings, the Kyōshin had long finished eating, and their next task wasn't until hours ahead. Him, being the oldest, has had the most experience and more time to train. Immediately, he noticed Hooni. Knowing the fox had been watching him for a while. He decided to not be violent, and act like he was clueless. His discipline over the years told him to not engage; it could cause catastrophic problems. Running his hand down the sheathe of his katana, he decided to walk to the palace. If hooni followed him, then he would confront him. At this point, he was tired of acting; he decided to walk to the palace, with a rather quick pace. Oda let out a light sigh and took in his surroundings, cherry blossoms falling down- it seemed almost to early for the pink petals to fall. This would signal a war, a violent entity, or a good harvest. Knowing not to trust omens, Oda considered to stay on his feet, for he had already seen a kyuubi.

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Miyamoto noticed he was being watched. So, he decided to investigate. He noticed Kurapika, but realized something. "What is an angel doing here...?" he asked himself. At this point Miyamoto became curious, so he decided to walk to Kurapika, quite loudly, so he would be noticed. Knowing this was probably a bad idea- no definitely a bad idea, he hoped the gods would have mercy on him.

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Mitsuki was the last to finish eating. She decided to walk to the training grounds. Taking out the kendo stick, she sparred with one of the higher-ups in her army. Mitsuki wasn't a fan of playing favorites, but despite her opinion, this soldier was by far her favorite. After that, she decided to go into the hot spring again, and relish in her thoughts. Which, most of the time, wasn't a good idea. Mitsuki got out, dried herself off, and got dressed. She heard Oda was going to the palace, so she decided to follow him. At this time, Oda was halfway there, but at the pace he was going, Mitsuki could catch up by just jogging. She did just that. Once she caught up, she asked Oda "What's up? You know we never go to the palace this early..." Oda caught her up on what he noticed, and told her to stay thinking on her feet. Just in case Hooni were to show violent intent, if he was even following them. They walked up the thousands of stairs that led to the palace together, and requested to be let in. The guards happily complied, and Oda started to walk to the 'Legends Armory', A place with all of the armor of past samurai, who made a great impact on Japan, and saved it countless times.

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Slowly opening his eyes, Salucryn let out a slow exhale and ran his hands through his hair, combing the stray tresses disheveled during sleep into proper place. He stood up and stretched, feeling a shiver run through his body as the action caused his clothes’ fabric to rub lightly against his skin, the apparel frigid and wet from the now-melted pile of ice he had rested on. As a demon whose blood origins trace to the deepest echelon of the Occidental Hell, a spectral chasm of biting frost, Salucryn welcomed– perhaps even invited– the cold.

Unmoving, relishing in the cryogenic temperatures that embraced him, Salucryn closed his eyes for a while that could have been some short seconds or several long minutes; he didn’t count– he didn’t care to. Finally, after a pause to survey his surroundings, checking for any danger and mulling over where he should go next, he began his journey southwards. There have been no scarcity of circulating rumors, even throughout this remote human settlement in the yearlong-wintry mountains far up the north which he had been hanging around for the prior few weeks, and he has heard quite a lot about the Kyōshin. Thinking them some dandy group of snobs who just have pride and greed and some bladework tricks– no different from so many other bands of so-called prestigious human warriors he had seen in the past– he hadn’t paid them much mind; but now, he decided, it wouldn’t hurt to make a little [i “pilgrimage”] to top off all that is happening recently.

The slaughter of the villagefolk he had coexisted with for a while, at the hands of men in uniform attire that sported the distinguishing symbols of one feudal clan, was in Salucryn’s eyes a clear sign of the ignition of the firework’s fuse that would almost instantly scatter the currently already intricate and fragile web of power. Soon, he predicted, an explosion of all-out war will break out, with so many lords fighting to cannibalize others’ dominion and influence. And now, this trip he’s taking to meet the Kyōshin, is only one early preparation for his plans to entertain himself in the upcoming show and play it all as a deadly game.

[i Perhaps then he’ll feel something other than this nauseating, vexatious tedium for once…]

Kurapika yawned and got up. He was in a forest and had no idea that he would soon encounter something. He was an angel and was out in plain sight. He then went off and watched the samurai from a distance.

Kurama was a fox demon and had actually manipulated a few of the plants around him in order to make sure that nobody found him. He did not want to be found and he would prefer to keep it that way for a long while. He did not watch the samurai and preferred to stay in the forest.

Hooni woke up slowly, the smell of sunflowers going through his nose. The sunrise coming into view as he began to yawn and stretch...although to a mere human he would be seen as some little kid. But he was much more than that.....and with a blade he was a samurai. He watched the oldest of the samurai from a distance in the form of a small fox.

Miyamoto Musashi woke up and did his normal routine. This was a part of his training, meditating, stretching, and training. That wasn't even a glimpse of what it took to be a Kyōshin. While the normal samurai were eating, this group of swordsmen and women were sparring. There was no telling when another war will happen Musashi worried that the feudal lords were angering the gods, and wrath would soon fall upon his country. When he was done sparring, he took a bath in the hot spring to relax his muscles and went to go eat breakfast.


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Mitsuki woke up at the same time as the others, making sure to be on top of everything, and not being underestimated as a woman. She always loves to one up her fellow samurai. The required time the Kyōshin had to wake up was at dawn. She meditated in a different area than the other two Kyōshin, so they could each be at peace. She followed the normal Kyōshin routine, and ate along side Musashi

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Oda, being the oldest, felt he had to make sure the younger Kyōshin didn't out do him. Even though he was the most skilled, it certainly didn't feel that way. He worked twice as hard, and followed the normal Kyōshin routine, with adding a few workouts here and there

(for those who DIDN'T SEE THIS)

OOC: Order, Me, Covid_Chan, Catlover33, Vauquelin

Miyamoto Musashi woke up and did his normal routine. This was a part of his training, meditating, stretching, and training. That wasn't even a glimpse of what it took to be a Kyōshin. While the normal samurai were eating, this group of swordsmen and women were sparring. There was no telling when another war will happen Musashi worried that the feudal lords were angering the gods, and wrath would soon fall upon his country. When he was done sparring, he took a bath in the hot spring to relax his muscles and went to go eat breakfast.


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Mitsuki woke up at the same time as the others, making sure to be on top of everything, and not being underestimated as a woman. She always loves to one up her fellow samurai. The required time the Kyōshin had to wake up was at dawn. She meditated in a different area than the other two Kyōshin, so they could each be at peace. She followed the normal Kyōshin routine, and ate along side Musashi

[pic https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/1024x768q90/924/btKM3i.jpg]

Oda, being the oldest, felt he had to make sure the younger Kyōshin didn't out do him. Even though he was the most skilled, it certainly didn't feel that way. He worked twice as hard, and followed the normal Kyōshin routine, with adding a few workouts here and there