Four Years Later

"Has it been four years already?" asked Yoshimori. He had changed much over the years. He now stood at 5' 7", and wore new clothes. Gone was the purple and white costume. He now wore light blue jeans, with a black leather holster on the left leg. Instead of sneakers he wore dark grey combat boots. A dark purple shirt with a purple and red trench coat completed his appearance. He hid his arm inside the coat giving the impression he only had one arm.

"I told you time would fly," said the shadow his appearance remanined the same over the four years, "but before you go, I have some gifts for the two of you."

"That is not neccesary, master Darkone." rang out a voice. Yoshimori had learned that Amon could speak through his demonic arm, the Devil Bringer, named by Darkone.

"Nonsence Amon, I need to give you two something... it'll make me look like an asshole if I don't." said Darkone. He silently reached over to a table and took three items. "These will assist you in your journey." He handed them over to Yoshimori.

The first was cobalt blue .44 magnum with a cherry wood handel. What truly stood out about this weapon was the glowing red runes etched into the barrel. The second item was a katana, sheathed in black. The hilt was a dark blue and had no guard.

"The first is a little something I whipped up," said Darkone, "it can blow hole through solid concrete, and fires an infinite amount of blessed ammunition. I call it the Monday Special!"

"Why?" asked Yoshimori.

"Well I thought it was nice jesture seeing how you need some long range..."

"No I mean, why 'Monday Special'?"

"Oh... cuz its special... and I finished it last Monday... Do I really need to explain this?"

"Well I just thought that I better name would be Deathtouch or BigBang or..."

"Look I can take the fuckin thing back if you want!"

"No, no Monday Special is a great name!" he said with a sweatdrop.

"Damn right it is, anyway the sword is Raikiri, the same weapon used by Sarutobi Sasuke to deafeat the Hachi no Orochi!" said Darkone, his voice drownning in smugness.

"Where the fuck did you get it?" screamed Yoshimori.

"Look Yoshi-kun, don't ask okay? I had to call in alot of favors from people I don't even know! I also... had to do some... things... I'm not really proud of it." Darkone answered. Yoshimori had nothing to say to that.

The final item was another sword. The blade was easily four feet long with the hilt standing at another seven inches. The blade itself was single edged, and a few inches thick. The entire sword looked to be made out of black bones.

"This is the Chimera, it has the ability to fuse with supernatural entities transforming the blade and giving it more power."

"Now that is awesome!" exclaimed Yoshimori.

"I know right! It's taken me ten years to make this thing, so tell me how it does!" The grin in Darkone's voice suddenly dissappeared. "Yoshimori Sumimura, in the last four years you have gone through all the trainning I gave you with a grim determination. I can now send you back to your world. Good luck."

"What trainning?" yelled Yoshimori," All you did was kick my ass, and made me play video games constantly! That's not trainning!"

"Shut up, Yoshimori," said Amon, "Master Darkone has trainned your body, taught you many skills, and gave you reference points for you powers. Be thankful... at least he didn't throw you in the Hole of a Thousand Green Beasts!"

"What's in there anyway?"

"DON'T ASK! NOT EVEN STRONGEST OF MEN COULD WALK FROM THAT UNSCATHED! IT IS PURE UNADULTERATED EVIL!" shouted Amon.

"...Anyway, you two should be leaving now. I promise I will see you later, my dear chosen. Until then I expect you both to stay alive. I must go and gather others... we can win this war." With that said, a purple flame engulfed Yoshimori, when he opened his eyes he was no longer in Darkone's Void, but back at Karasumori.

He had no time to reminice however, he immediately saw a large ayakashi attacking two people.

"It feels good to be home," he said with a grin, "hey Amon, I've always wondered something."

"What is it?" the demon asked.

"If Darkone can bend reality with a thought... why does he always wave his hand or say a little ryhme to do it?"

"Because it makes me look badass." said the voice of Darkone. Yoshimori didn't even flinch. He took a quick look at the sky before heading toward the ayakashi.

"Alright, let's really get this party started now!"