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And sitting upon it was the Shogun of the Ashen Sky. He wasn't a towering, lumbering behemoth like the Oni-Brutes. He was human-sized, clad entirely in traditional samurai armor forged from seamless, liquid-chrome plating. He wore no helmet, revealing a face that was a terrifying blend of pale, synthetic skin and glowing, magenta cybernetic optics. The Shogun slowly stood up. He didn't carry a plasma rifle. Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword.

“But that's not what I was after. - He said. When picking up a suitcase, he took a picture of a naked Japanese man, with the sword, he was from the Meiji era, feudal period, giving it to the good doctor. - I want to be like that, delicate, beautiful, thin face, long straight hair, I want to be a Japanese samurai. - He said. – So that way I will be part of the Asian industry. - He said. - So, what do you want me to do, just plastic surgery? – Akimitsu asked.

Though the light couldn't penetrate every corner, it illuminated enough to reveal their faces, casting a golden glow on Samarth's chiseled features. For the first time, Inayat saw Samarth in a different light – his eyes, a deep, piercing green, seemed to bore into her very soul. His skin, smooth yet blemished with bruises he had received in battles, glowed with a warm, golden undertone, as if kissed by the sun. His silk attire, a deep, rich blue and cream, seemed to shimmer in the lantern light, accentuating his broad shoulders and powerful physique. The scent of almonds and honey wafted from his skin, a subtle yet intoxicating aroma that filled Inayat's senses.

He also had horns sticking out of his head. The other, Taifū, was a tall man wielding a long slim blade. He had a long nose, two wings, and was carrying two additional scabbards on his left and right side. He was wearing a kamishimo, resembling the outfits of old samurai. The difference being his bare bird like feet, and the lack of a kimono underneath, showing his chest. Taifū spoke in a loud, screeching voice. "You're just a monster playing hunter. You don't deserve anymore than this!"

Her research indicated that Freya's widower partner Lucian Silver should arrive shortly. Sam received some cash from one of the men when he got up from his seat. He gave Ravena a little grin before sitting back down. He was little for a gray, stocky, with dull brown hair, amber eyes, and dust-covered garments. He also had a baby-like face. Had a cute, beta-wolf-like appearance. His cheeks were stained with dirt smudges, which he removed with the back of his denim shirtsleeve. He combed up his unkempt hair while keeping his gaze fixed on her and drank more beer.

It made it impossible for him to get out of the Tiger’s sight. “Does he know? But how?” Samoa thought to himself. He raised his head and saw the fighters belonging to the First Zone standing orderly with no fear. Every man and woman wore strong leather armors crafted from beast hides and possessed an air of ferocity about them. As they gazed at Rash Tiger and Frowning Tiger who were returning, their vision was full of respect and admiration. As for Samoa who was behind them, they looked at him with envy. Being chosen to accompany Tigers was a sign that they appreciated his talent. So naturally, they all knew that Samoa was someone the Tigers saw as having the potential to become a Predator.

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

10 years back Third Person POV “Mom, it hurts,” 10 year old Samantha cried while clutching her mommy’s hand. She had shown early signs of being a fine Ninja and Assassin and the Alpha-Beta duo of the Diamond Heart Pack had been quick to act upon this revelation. Beta Draven, too had sent his three sons for Ninja training and when they would be back home, they too shall be tattooed on the head just like little Samantha, whose scalp was designed with the rare Dragon tattoo presently.

[Do you wish to upgrade to Suction skin and Light skin] Nice!! It is possible! [Upgrading] UGHHHH!!! WHAT the hell is this pain?! It never mentioned any pain or anything. grrhhhhhhh... ..... Haaaa.. it finally stopped. [Light skin: Makes the body light and agile for faster movement while increasing hardness by a small amount] [+5 DEF] [Suction skin: Form suction cups on the skin to help stick to the surface of any solid and improve stealth] [Stealth skill level + 1]

Samere was in his sixties. His hair was snow-white, so he was also called White Old Boy in the industry. White Old Boy looked a little like a hawk, so there were also people teasing that the white eagle on Sammius’ military flag was actually the White Old Boy. Whether it was the while eagle or the White Old Boy, Samere’s domineering sense and shamelessness were tinged with a certain nation’s character. Quinna wanted to retort after what Samere said, but Javier stopped her.