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The crunch of a leaf beneath a foot was hear and Amon's hand began to reach for the handle of his katana quickly but even before he could grasp the cloth bound hilt of his blade the new comer was already before him. For a moment Amon was confused though he showed no signs of it as he considered the man's speed from stepping on a leaf behind him to suddenly appearing to the front of him. Amon had seen such fast moves before but nothing ever on this scale, the man had been able to physically curve and turn his path while in motion. This considered Amon was glad he had his hand upon the hilt of his blade ready to draw.

He puffed still on the cigarette his breaths growing shallower as he was no longer relaxed in the presence of this man taking into account not only his speed but his strange appearance. He seemed to be wearing loose fitting robes similar to Amon's own which was understandable since the robes allowed for absolute freedom in movement but his robes were black instead of white. On his waist were two katana rather than one both seemed to have a very regal and ornate design to them matching the other. To top off all the weird insanity of the even though the man had the head of a teddy bear? That couldn't be right...

- “Yo, Youngin get up. I know this might wreck yo mood but fuck all dat shit. I heard you were a poser ass mutha fucker saying he was a samurai. I’m hur ta wreck yo shit in so draw my kin.“ -

Amon held tight to his katana but did not draw as he stood up away from the tree falling into a relaxed albeit poised position ready to draw his sword on the fly if the need arose. This man just got stranger and stranger which confused Amon but still he didn't dare to attack the enemy yet without knowing more. He bit down inhaling on the cigarette causing the ember to glow and emanate a low red light on his face before he began to speak expelling a small cloud with every syllable.

"I'm no samurai yet, nor do I pretend to be one. I think you want someone else. Maybe someone a little less trouble than I'm worth."

At long last Amon had found a period of rest where he wasn't drawn into yet another perilous battle that seemed to plague the lands of hi no kuni. Despite how calm things had become the swordsman found no peace of mind as he reflected on the battles and events that had taken place during his stay in Konohagakure. He had only come to train and learn the mystical gates technique, but in return he had found himself drawn into battles alongside Konoha shinobi. Only recently he had aided the Hokage in fending off a terrorist attack and saving a few citizens from the fiery explosives that tore through the buildings and before that...

A shudder crept down his spine at the thought of the labyrinth, the hungerer, and his faithful cultists. He had seen horrible acts in those dark tunnels far beneath the earth where the hope of seeing the sky had abandoned him. Men, women, children, elderly all sacrificed to that morbid deity. Monsters of slime and tentacles that sought chaos and death, the foul pungent odor that stained the entire maze, and of course there was the floor carpeted by the rotting flesh of people the hungerer had deemed necessary for his return. The worst part had been the hungerer himself though, the corpse reanimated and his wire monstrosities he followed his very intent. It had been a miracle the samurai had survived but now he was forever haunted by the gruesome story, and now the hungerer was at large in the known world. He could turn up anywhere at anytime.

Amon glanced back over his shoulder at the thought of the hungerer lurking behind him but saw nothing. With a somber shake of his head be reached into his shirt and withdrew a small tobacco pouch and a paper slowly and carefully rolling himself a cigarette to calm his nerves. All these fights and battles for a village that wasn't even his own, but he would steel himself and prepare for whatever lay ahead. For now he would rest but soon he would be leaving Hi no Kuni for a while. He had done all he needed to here and made a name for himself too, he couldn't risk getting attached and thinking of the place as some kind of home. No, there were greater goals for him still to come and he could not stop and stay in one place.

He struck a match lighting the cigarette taking shallow puffs of smoke in his mouth to get the cherry glowing brightly before exhaling the starter smoke. Placing the cigarette between his lips he leaned back against the tree beside him closing his eyes and trying to train his thoughts on the main goal. Now that he had Hachimon he would need to travel to another village and learn one of their shinobi techniques to add to his strange kenjutsu adaption. He had to keep moving forward and keep acquiring greater skill and renown if he ever wanted to live up to his dream of becoming a samurai.