The Ultimate Host

The Chameleon flew all the way to The City Of Malar without taking breaks. He turned into his regular favourite mould, meeting up with an old former enemy that was now his ally. That person was Akashiri. Akashiri made The Chameleon many promises he could keep. In return, The Chameleon would give him Shaku. The Chameleon would meet him in the graveyard. The Chameleon sat on a tombstone patiently waiting. Suddenly Akashiri appeared out from the shadows holding a stack of coins. He tossed the bag of coins at Akashiri. "Here's your money." " I expect all my money is here?" asked The Chameleon who was counting his gold. "Here as promised." He gave Shaku to Akashiri. As he gave Akashiri Shaku, Akashiri felt a burst of energy erupt through his entire body. He and Shaku would have to bond. Once a ninja claimed a new sword, he would have to bond with. He or she would have to treat the sword-like a child. Keep it sharp and polished. Don't leave it behind. ", "Good doing business with you friend." The Chameleon nodded. He scoffed loudly. He knew he would run into Akashiri again. They are not friends at all. The Chameleon backflipped off the tombstone turning into a mole.