The entrance of Kushi Village close to the bordering forest was explosion-loud. In the air, moreover, cracked lightning together with other powers the world can offer like a 3 by 3 by 4 rock coated with fire. Furthermore, on the ground, weapons rippled the surrounding space, leaving a trail of blood following.
Meanwhile, enveloped by the hot-pink moon's glow, Tsito supported himself with a black snake. Moreover, his legs were dancing while standing, and his, disheveled, hair stood on ends like needles, dropping the blood of his adversaries that had spoiled his kimono robes.
Like an overworked bull, he grants, trying to take in fresh air. Meanwhile, his heavy, eyes swept across the dam of blood below, together with his summons and Kushi Village Tama-Artists fighting before him.
Nonetheless, all is good for him, if you remove that his mind is drained!
Making monsters from one's imagination isn't easy as it sounds.
