The Ultimate Host

The horse figure that was flying over the Hitoshi Village was simply an illusion created by Arakan. He used this illusion to count how many resided in the Hitoshi Village. Arakan counted up to 30 people. Most of those 30 people were farmers and travelers who were passing by and staying for a couple of days. However, the person he was most focused on was Akashiri. The reason he was focused on him was that he didn't only have his power but also had the power and soul of the divine hawk beast inside his body. The longer the power of the divine hawk beast stayed in Akashiri the worst it would be for him. He was already in trouble because Ivan was dead. The elders told instructed him to watch over Ivan in case he did something stupid like failing his mission. Ivan not only failed his mission but got himself killed in the process because he didn't want to listen. Ivan didn't deserve to be gifted with the power and soul of the divine hawk beast at such a young age anyway. In actuality, the elders didn't care about Ivan. Ivan thought they did but they didn't. Even though they didn't care about him, Arakan would still be punished for letting one of his comrades die in front of his face. He would also be punished because he didn't do something about it instantly. Arakan had to get the power back. Arakan dispersed the horse figure illusion and started gliding down to the ground. He landed down on top of a tree and looked through his binoculars. He was staring at Akashiri through his binoculars. Akashiri was currently washing the dish he just had breakfast on. Akashiri soaked the dish in some soapy water and wiped his wet hands-off with a hand towel. Akashiri tossed the hand towel to the side and clearly looked at Arakan. Akashiri was well aware of his presence. Shit!" yelled Arakan. Arakan was so surprised that he fell off the tree he was standing on top of. Arakan managed to not break any of his bones. He was extremely lucky. Even if though he didn't break any bones, he still received some bruises and cuts. Arakan g.r.o.a.n.e.d and stood on his feet. He started l.i.c.k.i.n.g his wounds. As he licked his wounds, his bruises and cuts started disappearing. Arakan took a deep breath. Before he stormed The Hitoshi Village he had to come up with a plan. Just as Arakan stepped forward, he felt someone's presence behind his back. He slowly turned around and saw Akashiri, who had his hand clutched around his sword. " Who the hell are you and why are you looking at me through those binoculars of yours?" Arakan s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth. He unlatched his kusarigama from around his waist and started twirling it in the air above his head. Akashiri sighed. " What do you think you're going to do with that?" Arakan swung his kusarigama after Akashiri. Akashiri s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth, easily avoiding the kusarigama, which landed in a tree behind his back. Akashiri scoffed. You missed. Arakan snickered. He used brute strength to rip the tree out of the ground. The tree slammed right on top of Akashiri. Akahiri pulled his kusarigama back to himself and started laughing. There is no way he could of survived that." thought Arakan.