My names Chris and I've got a lot of different story lines I'm working with; if you ever want to...
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Wolves Chris M. There is an old Japanese folktale that has been told for over centuries. It is a story of brother hood, compassion, and justice. Long ago during the time of this folktale there was a demon samurai. It had armor of shining purple with spikes tipped with poison. Its eyes glowed a dark red, its face concealed by a mask of skulls. His blade was huge. It was extremely heavy to the hands of mere men. This demon was sent for blood and souls to send down to the abyss of hell for his master, the devil himself, to feast on. He ravaged the old lands of my country, and just when absolutely all hope was lost two heroes’ emerged and shined the light of hope back upon the people of the old. Namikasha and Azlam, the Setaki brothers. The two samurai were known for their deadly knew fighting styles and enchanted swords, Darkness and Eclipse. The two after witnessing the aftermath of the demons attack on a defenseless village decided to send him back to his master. They journeyed far across the lands, through extreme heats and colds they tracked the demon; following the trail of death and destruction he left in his wake. They would’ve followed him to the very ends of this earth, but they had needed not. The two had come upon a peaceful valley of which they intended to spend the eve. There the demon ambushed and engaged the weary brothers. Ultimately Namikasha would lose his life protecting his brother, and Azlam would thrust the demons own blade into its skull. The demon raised into the air with screeches of pain as it was anguished back to its master, Azlam had won. This story told of the three treasured blades along with the three legendary samurai’s armor hidden away in the mountains around that valley. I, a female proctor of the Red House of Reapers, never thought this to be true. That was until I met a certain young Yakuza gangster.