Chapter 668: 668
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Just when Akashiri was about to fall asleep he heard footsteps approaching. He immediately got off his bed and drew his sword. He kicked open the door and saw that it was just a merchant who often traced with him from time to time. " There is no reason to be hostile?" yelled the merchant. " Oh sorry," said Akashiri. " I thought you were someone else." Akashi helped the merchant to his feet. The merchant brushed the dirt off his clothes and said: "You seem tense." "Is something troubling you?" Akashiri sighed and walked into his hut. He was still depressed about Naomi"s death.
He looked in the mirror and noticed that a had a scraggly mountain beard. He sucked his teeth and said: Excuse while I shave down this monster of a beard. The merchant nodded and said: " Go right ahead." " This your place after all." After only 5 minutes, the door of the hut was kicked open. Akashiri no longer had a beard. He was clean-shaven. He practically shaved his scraggly mountain man beard with his right index finger.
"Now since I am feeling refresh what is it you want to sell or make me buy?" The merchant snickered. " Actually today I have nothing to trade or sell you. I came here because I need protection. "Protection?" "From who?" From a fearsome bandit leader and his minion, They want you dead for a reason. Did you steal or do something to their leader?" The merchant sighed and pulled out a silver device. They are after this. What is it? This is a throttle. This throttle is a device that controls the power and fuel to an engine.
" I believe they want this to power up a ship or some type of weapon." "Hand over. The merchant began slowly backing away from Akashiri. " Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" "Because if you don't hand it over those bandits who torture until you tell them where you are hiding their throttle." The merchant turned right his hand into a fist. He was about to walk away until he realized how much he needed Akashiri"s help. He sucked his teeth and tossed the silver throttle at Akashiri. Akashiri caught the throttle with his left hand.
"I will keep this throttle in a safe place." The merchant nodded and turned his back on Akashiri walking into the thick green jungle. Akashiri collapsed on his bed once again. He now had a chance to fall asleep.
Deep in the thick jungle... Nightfall...
Night had fallen over the thick jungle. The merchant gathered firewood and sparked a fire by banging two obsidian rocks he had in his backpack together. He placed his back up against a tree and looked at the night sky staring at the majestic stars. When he was about to shut his eyes a hand went over his mouth and a black knife was placed by his neck. Don't move or make a sound. The merchant heard the soft voice of a woman. Since he learned that it was a woman he tried to overpower her. He grabbed the woman"s left arm and arm whipped her on the ground.
He picked her knife and was about to stab her. Suddenly a knife was fired into the merchant's chest. The merchant could feel pain surging through his entire body. He vomited up a mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. He turned around and saw a muscular man with a mask on holding a bow made from the ancient trees of the thick jungle. Sturdy and tough. He flipped over on his back and ripped the arrow out of his chest.
Blood squirted out like a fountain. The bandit with a mask on perched over the merchant and asked: " Where is the throttle?" The merchant didn't answer. The bandit drove his index finger inside the merchant's wound. He began screaming loudly. " I am a very impatient man. So if you don't tell me where the throttle is you will be costing you life. " The merchant grunted and said: " Fine I will tell you." "But first take this!" The merchant quickly pulled out a smoke bomb tossing on the ground.
The entire area was filled with smoke. The only thing that was visible was the campfire.
The merchant picked up the black knife and grabbed the woman by his mouth repeatedly stabbing her in the chest. Blood splattered everywhere. The merchant carefully placed the female bandit's body on the ground. He now was targeting the male bandit. The male bandit however had a grappling hook. He launched himself out of the smoky area carefully trying to analyze the area. Suddenly the black knife was thrown at the male bandit. The male bandit dodged the black knife and began rapidly firing arrows at the smoky area. The smoke cleared up. The merchant was nowhere to be found.
The male bandit was confused. He front flipped off the moss-covered tree and landed on the ground. He noticed his comrade's body on the ground. He banged his fist on the ground. He took off his mask and revealed his face. He had a tan complexion, brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, a very thin almost unseen mustache, a scar on his left eyebrow, and a red warpaint of skulls on his left cheek. He weighed 130 pounds of muscle and was 6 feet tall. His name was Jaime but often called himself The Silent Hunter. Jaime began shouting. " "Where the fuck are you bastard!" If you were a real man you would show yourself!" "Only cowards hide!"
When Jaime turned around he was kicked in the face by the merchant. He smashed into a tree which broke his spinal cord in two. The merchant looked entirely different. Instead of being a pushover, he was a straight-up evil asshole. His eyes were red and black. Both of his pupils had two different symbols. One pupil was a moon, while the other was a star. He wasn't a merchant. He was actually a superior demon which took many forms often known as The Chameleon. "Actually, you are scared aren't?" said: The Chameleon. Jaime clenched his jaw and said: "No I am not." "You think I would be scared of a pussy like you?" "That will be the fucking day I die!"
The Chameleon looked at Jaime and saw that he was shivering and sweating. "You are bluffing." "But I can tell you one thing. You have a very strong spirit." "So what now?" " You kill me?" "No that will be too easy!" "Why would I do something as idiotic as that?" No, your death will be performed by someone very dear and close to you. The Chameleon began looking around. He spotted the female bandit and began smiling. " I think I have an idea!!" The Chameleon skipped towards the dead female bandit's body and kneeled down on one knee. His right eye flashed red.
The female bandit opened her eyes which were glowing red. Jaime was freaked the fuck out. The female bandit stood on her feet and began screaming like a siren protecting powerful sound waves from her mouth. She had razor-sharp teeth that could rip through flesh like butter and sharp fingernails powerful enough to penetrate through incredibly hard armour. "I always amuse myself." said: The Chameleon. He then looked at the savage undead female bandit.
Enjoy your first feast!" "The first feast is all the richest.." The Chameleon said that he walked into the shadows with an evil grin on his face. Jaime began crawling away. "Stay back!" "Don't come any closer..." The only thing the savage undead female bandit had on her mind was killing, kill, kill. She leaped at Jaime ripped a chunk of flesh out of his neck. Blood splattered everywhere. She then smashed his head on the ground causing his skull to shatter like glass. The female bandit was Jaime's fiancee.
After Jaime was dead she began screaming at the night sky with her fiancee's blood all over her mouth.
The Chameleon began laughing loudly. His laugh echoed through the jungle, catching the attention of Akashiri who was sleeping. He hid the throttle under a secret compartment under his bed.
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Just when Akashiri was about to fall asleep he heard footsteps approaching. He immediately got off his bed and drew his sword. He kicked open the door and saw that it was just a merchant who often traced with him from time to time. " There is no reason to be hostile?" yelled the merchant. " Oh sorry," said Akashiri. " I thought you were someone else." Akashi helped the merchant to his feet. The merchant brushed the dirt off his clothes and said: "You seem tense." "Is something troubling you?" Akashiri sighed and walked into his hut. He was still depressed about Naomi"s death.
He looked in the mirror and noticed that a had a scraggly mountain beard. He sucked his teeth and said: Excuse while I shave down this monster of a beard. The merchant nodded and said: " Go right ahead." " This your place after all." After only 5 minutes, the door of the hut was kicked open. Akashiri no longer had a beard. He was clean-shaven. He practically shaved his scraggly mountain man beard with his right index finger.
"Now since I am feeling refresh what is it you want to sell or make me buy?" The merchant snickered. " Actually today I have nothing to trade or sell you. I came here because I need protection. "Protection?" "From who?" From a fearsome bandit leader and his minion, They want you dead for a reason. Did you steal or do something to their leader?" The merchant sighed and pulled out a silver device. They are after this. What is it? This is a throttle. This throttle is a device that controls the power and fuel to an engine.
" I believe they want this to power up a ship or some type of weapon." "Hand over. The merchant began slowly backing away from Akashiri. " Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" "Because if you don't hand it over those bandits who torture until you tell them where you are hiding their throttle." The merchant turned right his hand into a fist. He was about to walk away until he realized how much he needed Akashiri"s help. He sucked his teeth and tossed the silver throttle at Akashiri. Akashiri caught the throttle with his left hand.
"I will keep this throttle in a safe place." The merchant nodded and turned his back on Akashiri walking into the thick green jungle. Akashiri collapsed on his bed once again. He now had a chance to fall asleep.
Deep in the thick jungle... Nightfall...
Night had fallen over the thick jungle. The merchant gathered firewood and sparked a fire by banging two obsidian rocks he had in his backpack together. He placed his back up against a tree and looked at the night sky staring at the majestic stars. When he was about to shut his eyes a hand went over his mouth and a black knife was placed by his neck. Don't move or make a sound. The merchant heard the soft voice of a woman. Since he learned that it was a woman he tried to overpower her. He grabbed the woman"s left arm and arm whipped her on the ground.
He picked her knife and was about to stab her. Suddenly a knife was fired into the merchant's chest. The merchant could feel pain surging through his entire body. He vomited up a mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. He turned around and saw a muscular man with a mask on holding a bow made from the ancient trees of the thick jungle. Sturdy and tough. He flipped over on his back and ripped the arrow out of his chest.
Blood squirted out like a fountain. The bandit with a mask on perched over the merchant and asked: " Where is the throttle?" The merchant didn't answer. The bandit drove his index finger inside the merchant's wound. He began screaming loudly. " I am a very impatient man. So if you don't tell me where the throttle is you will be costing you life. " The merchant grunted and said: " Fine I will tell you." "But first take this!" The merchant quickly pulled out a smoke bomb tossing on the ground.
The entire area was filled with smoke. The only thing that was visible was the campfire.
The merchant picked up the black knife and grabbed the woman by his mouth repeatedly stabbing her in the chest. Blood splattered everywhere. The merchant carefully placed the female bandit's body on the ground. He now was targeting the male bandit. The male bandit however had a grappling hook. He launched himself out of the smoky area carefully trying to analyze the area. Suddenly the black knife was thrown at the male bandit. The male bandit dodged the black knife and began rapidly firing arrows at the smoky area. The smoke cleared up. The merchant was nowhere to be found.
The male bandit was confused. He front flipped off the moss-covered tree and landed on the ground. He noticed his comrade's body on the ground. He banged his fist on the ground. He took off his mask and revealed his face. He had a tan complexion, brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, a very thin almost unseen mustache, a scar on his left eyebrow, and a red warpaint of skulls on his left cheek. He weighed 130 pounds of muscle and was 6 feet tall. His name was Jaime but often called himself The Silent Hunter. Jaime began shouting. " "Where the fuck are you bastard!" If you were a real man you would show yourself!" "Only cowards hide!"
When Jaime turned around he was kicked in the face by the merchant. He smashed into a tree which broke his spinal cord in two. The merchant looked entirely different. Instead of being a pushover, he was a straight-up evil asshole. His eyes were red and black. Both of his pupils had two different symbols. One pupil was a moon, while the other was a star. He wasn't a merchant. He was actually a superior demon which took many forms often known as The Chameleon. "Actually, you are scared aren't?" said: The Chameleon. Jaime clenched his jaw and said: "No I am not." "You think I would be scared of a pussy like you?" "That will be the fucking day I die!"
The Chameleon looked at Jaime and saw that he was shivering and sweating. "You are bluffing." "But I can tell you one thing. You have a very strong spirit." "So what now?" " You kill me?" "No that will be too easy!" "Why would I do something as idiotic as that?" No, your death will be performed by someone very dear and close to you. The Chameleon began looking around. He spotted the female bandit and began smiling. " I think I have an idea!!" The Chameleon skipped towards the dead female bandit's body and kneeled down on one knee. His right eye flashed red.
The female bandit opened her eyes which were glowing red. Jaime was freaked the fuck out. The female bandit stood on her feet and began screaming like a siren protecting powerful sound waves from her mouth. She had razor-sharp teeth that could rip through flesh like butter and sharp fingernails powerful enough to penetrate through incredibly hard armour. "I always amuse myself." said: The Chameleon. He then looked at the savage undead female bandit.
Enjoy your first feast!" "The first feast is all the richest.." The Chameleon said that he walked into the shadows with an evil grin on his face. Jaime began crawling away. "Stay back!" "Don't come any closer..." The only thing the savage undead female bandit had on her mind was killing, kill, kill. She leaped at Jaime ripped a chunk of flesh out of his neck. Blood splattered everywhere. She then smashed his head on the ground causing his skull to shatter like glass. The female bandit was Jaime's fiancee.
After Jaime was dead she began screaming at the night sky with her fiancee's blood all over her mouth.
The Chameleon began laughing loudly. His laugh echoed through the jungle, catching the attention of Akashiri who was sleeping. He hid the throttle under a secret compartment under his bed.
Just when Akashiri was about to fall asleep he heard footsteps approaching. He immediately got off his bed and drew his sword. He kicked open the door and saw that it was just a merchant who often traced with him from time to time. " There is no reason to be hostile?" yelled the merchant. " Oh sorry," said Akashiri. " I thought you were someone else." Akashi helped the merchant to his feet. The merchant brushed the dirt off his clothes and said: "You seem tense." "Is something troubling you?" Akashiri sighed and walked into his hut. He was still depressed about Naomi"s death. He looked in the mirror and noticed that a had a scraggly mountain beard. He sucked his teeth and said: Excuse while I shave down this monster of a beard. The merchant nodded and said: " Go right ahead." " This your place after all." After only 5 minutes, the door of the hut was kicked open. Akashiri no longer had a beard. He was clean-shaven. He practically shaved his scraggly mountain man beard with his right index finger. "Now since I am feeling refresh what is it you want to sell or make me buy?" The merchant snickered. " Actually today I have nothing to trade or sell you. I came here because I need protection. "Protection?" "From who?" From a fearsome bandit leader and his minion, They want you dead for a reason. Did you steal or do something to their leader?" The merchant sighed and pulled out a silver device. They are after this. What is it? This is a throttle. This throttle is a device that controls the power and fuel to an engine. " I believe they want this to power up a ship or some type of weapon." "Hand over. The merchant began slowly backing away from Akashiri. " Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" "Because if you don't hand it over those bandits who torture until you tell them where you are hiding their throttle." The merchant turned right his hand into a fist. He was about to walk away until he realized how much he needed Akashiri"s help. He sucked his teeth and tossed the silver throttle at Akashiri. Akashiri caught the throttle with his left hand. "I will keep this throttle in a safe place." The merchant nodded and turned his back on Akashiri walking into the thick green jungle. Akashiri collapsed on his bed once again. He now had a chance to fall asleep. Deep in the thick jungle... Nightfall... Night had fallen over the thick jungle. The merchant gathered firewood and sparked a fire by banging two obsidian rocks he had in his backpack together. He placed his back up against a tree and looked at the night sky staring at the majestic stars. When he was about to shut his eyes a hand went over his mouth and a black knife was placed by his neck. Don't move or make a sound. The merchant heard the soft voice of a woman. Since he learned that it was a woman he tried to overpower her. He grabbed the woman"s left arm and arm whipped her on the ground. He picked her knife and was about to stab her. Suddenly a knife was fired into the merchant's chest. The merchant could feel pain surging through his entire body. He vomited up a mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. He turned around and saw a muscular man with a mask on holding a bow made from the ancient trees of the thick jungle. Sturdy and tough. He flipped over on his back and ripped the arrow out of his chest. Blood squirted out like a fountain. The bandit with a mask on perched over the merchant and asked: " Where is the throttle?" The merchant didn't answer. The bandit drove his index finger inside the merchant's wound. He began screaming loudly. " I am a very impatient man. So if you don't tell me where the throttle is you will be costing you life. " The merchant grunted and said: " Fine I will tell you." "But first take this!" The merchant quickly pulled out a smoke bomb tossing on the ground. The entire area was filled with smoke. The only thing that was visible was the campfire. The merchant picked up the black knife and grabbed the woman by his mouth repeatedly stabbing her in the chest. Blood splattered everywhere. The merchant carefully placed the female bandit's body on the ground. He now was targeting the male bandit. The male bandit however had a grappling hook. He launched himself out of the smoky area carefully trying to analyze the area. Suddenly the black knife was thrown at the male bandit. The male bandit dodged the black knife and began rapidly firing arrows at the smoky area. The smoke cleared up. The merchant was nowhere to be found. The male bandit was confused. He front flipped off the moss-covered tree and landed on the ground. He noticed his comrade's body on the ground. He banged his fist on the ground. He took off his mask and revealed his face. He had a tan complexion, brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, a very thin almost unseen mustache, a scar on his left eyebrow, and a red warpaint of skulls on his left cheek. He weighed 130 pounds of muscle and was 6 feet tall. His name was Jaime but often called himself The Silent Hunter. Jaime began shouting. " "Where the fuck are you bastard!" If you were a real man you would show yourself!" "Only cowards hide!" When Jaime turned around he was kicked in the face by the merchant. He smashed into a tree which broke his spinal cord in two. The merchant looked entirely different. Instead of being a pushover, he was a straight-up evil asshole. His eyes were red and black. Both of his pupils had two different symbols. One pupil was a moon, while the other was a star. He wasn't a merchant. He was actually a superior demon which took many forms often known as The Chameleon. "Actually, you are scared aren't?" said: The Chameleon. Jaime clenched his jaw and said: "No I am not." "You think I would be scared of a pussy like you?" "That will be the fucking day I die!" The Chameleon looked at Jaime and saw that he was shivering and sweating. "You are bluffing." "But I can tell you one thing. You have a very strong spirit." "So what now?" " You kill me?" "No that will be too easy!" "Why would I do something as idiotic as that?" No, your death will be performed by someone very dear and close to you. The Chameleon began looking around. He spotted the female bandit and began smiling. " I think I have an idea!!" The Chameleon skipped towards the dead female bandit's body and kneeled down on one knee. His right eye flashed red. The female bandit opened her eyes which were glowing red. Jaime was freaked the fuck out. The female bandit stood on her feet and began screaming like a siren protecting powerful sound waves from her mouth. She had razor-sharp teeth that could rip through flesh like butter and sharp fingernails powerful enough to penetrate through incredibly hard armour. "I always amuse myself." said: The Chameleon. He then looked at the savage undead female bandit. Enjoy your first feast!" "The first feast is all the richest.." The Chameleon said that he walked into the shadows with an evil grin on his face. Jaime began crawling away. "Stay back!" "Don't come any closer..." The only thing the savage undead female bandit had on her mind was killing, kill, kill. She leaped at Jaime ripped a chunk of flesh out of his neck. Blood splattered everywhere. She then smashed his head on the ground causing his skull to shatter like glass. The female bandit was Jaime's fiancee. After Jaime was dead she began screaming at the night sky with her fiancee's blood all over her mouth. The Chameleon began laughing loudly. His laugh echoed through the jungle, catching the attention of Akashiri who was sleeping. He hid the throttle under a secret compartment under his bed.
