"Did you seriously put a bounty on my head in a tutorial?"



Seiichi had taken off into a dead sprint with a growing group of people around him. His long hair tied into a ponytail beat against his back. With the bounty on him, everybody in this whole town was going to come down on him. Even people on the street were eyeing him up like some kind of stuffed bun. Her held onto his phone while jumping over a fence in the back of an apartment complex. His feet landed in a puddle of mud before taking a breather as the army of people searching for him passed.

"You're an evil little virus...thing, you know that?"



His eyes rolled around to the back of his head. "Sinister little fuck."



His head reeled up towards the theater as an audible gasp left his throat. The theater that he had spent so many nights at! It was a little run down and obviously untouched for numerous years compared to its surroundings, but it was here! He looked around to make sure that the coast was clear and hurried inside.

The air was stuffy and reeked of mothballs. It was that kind of smell that something had when it was "old" or "antiquated". Now that Seiichi was out of the public eye, he could just take his time with finding that katana of his. The entrance with the lobby and ticket booth was quiet. Perhaps a bit too quiet. He made a little mental note for himself and made his way to the main stage. His footsteps down the hallway echoed almost endlessly while his heart beat in his chest.

There it was. Right there on stage. His katana, perfectly fit into its own little carrying case and sheath. Waiting on a pedestal before him.

"Almost there." Seiichi said to himself. "Then I can get out of these stupid clothes."

His first step into the theater was met with a blurred shape smashing into his head, then...

Nothing.

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Seiichi groaned, coming to surrounded by a group of people who all didn't seem too happy to see him in good health. His head pounded at whatever had hit him and looked around in a dull fashion before being shook fully awake.

"I said wake up!" said the leader holding a bloodied baseball bat and pushing it against his head. "You've got a pretty nice price on your head. It would be a real shame to just smash it open and collect on them." He paced around the stage nonchalantly as Seiichi was forced onto both knees to watch him by two out of the five thugs. "Not when we can find some use for you on Kondo turf."

Konod's eyes went to the katana resting across from them as he began to put together what it was that his prey was after. His hands carefully took the blade from its resting place, rusted and all. Seiichi's hair ties was cut and let his full length locks go down his back. "You sure as hell ain't a fighter, but we could use a hole or two. Might be able to use those hands of yours for something better than playing pretend all day."

His answer came in the form of a lob of spit thrown at him by Seiichi. "How about you take your turf wars and shove it-"

A fierce swing to his head came from Kono's bat, sending him onto the ground, laying limp as a puddle of blood began to form.

The two thugs held Seiichi up as the leader wiped away the saliva staining his face. With a silent fury, he flashed the worn blade against Seiichi's cheek. "Fine. I'll gut you like the little bitch you are. Hold her still." Seiichi remained limp while she was propped against one thug's knee kneeling down. Kondo readied the katana for a thrust as the air in the theater was still.

A true samurai's senses, however, remained keen.

Just as the blade neared her heart, Seiichi leaned to the right just in for for the katana to pierce through the thigh of one thug.

The resulting blood splatter and screaming from the henchman bought Seiichi enough time to kick the other away and hop around the other skewered on his family blade. He backed away with it in hand as the other crew would begin to approach. He swung it several times to keep the crew at bay while blood dripped from his weapon.

"I don't care what it takes! Bring me that twink's head!"

Several windows opened around Seiichi as the stage began to shake. A pop up box appeared in front of him as Earth-chan would return in full form. Just like before, the same windows were loading in something as they appeared. The blade in his hands seemed to glow a blinding color while Seiichi closed his eyes and allowed the power to be given to him.