The Ultimate Host

Victor teleported back to his sanctuary holding the blood-drenched Shaku in his hands. He had a serious expression on his face. He began cleaning and sharpening Shaky until the bright lights of his chambers shined on Shaku like sunlight. He placed it in its sheath, tossing it on the ground, bowing. "At last the power is mine." " After so many years of research." He grabbed Shaku placing it in his chest. When he was about to go to his bedroom, he could sense Feng's presence. He turned and saw Feng with a dull look on his face. " You have ultimately found your dream sword." " I would congratulate you." " But I am not here for that." He nodded his head. Victor turned and saw Denim with drool leaking from teeth. His eyes were red and black. His hair was now cut in a mohawk. He didn't wear a shirt. His multiple scars on his body. His robot arm recently was covered in human tissue. " Hello, Victor." " It's very nice to see you again." " How long has it been?" Victor sighed and said: "Not long enough." " Feng should have been kept where you belonged." In your hellhole of a village." "Too bad, he felt sorry for you." " This made Denim angry. Denim turned his hands into a fist, running towards Victor like a bull.