"I can't believe I'm wearing this crap."

Sanzo had a good reason to say this. He was wearing something very, very quirky, at least to him.

It was a white vest, obviously made from suede. Instead of the white monk cassok he had to wear, he was made to wear a very stiff white shirt on the inside. Problem was, the shirt was not only stiff, but very tight, and was uncomfortable. What was worse, however, was that, instead of the blue jeans he usually wore, he was made to wear a suede pair of white trousers. Lastly, there were some very unusual boots, again white, made of spandex, which he had to wear.

What was worse, however, was that his stylish, black, leather undershirt, which was connected to two rings on both of his index fingers, did not match his new uniform at all.

"This is gay **** !"

"Hey, you look handsome in it ! That uniform suits you well !I mean… think what Lillin…"

Goyjo felt cold metal at his throat.

"Umm…"

"Anyway, why are YOU not wearing any uniform ?"

"But… I…"

Sanzo cocked his gun.

"Okay, okay !"

Meanwhile, Goku was, as usual, whining. This, time, however, it was not food.

"Sanzo ! These pants are tight ! Sanzo ! This shirt is loose ! Sanzo, I feel cold….."

The poor monk couldn't handle it anymore.

"IDIOT, SHUT THE **** UP !"

And Goku received the fan once more.

"I don't see what you guys are complaining about."

"Huh ?"

The other three members turned round, and were confronted by a very formal looking Hakkai.

Goku made a very basic remark.

"You look different."

He was, as usual, wearing his monocle, still had brown hair, and still had his emerald eyes.

Oh wait, he was wearing, of all the things in the world, a tuxedo. The jacket was a maroon blue, the supposedly stiff shirt seemed very comfortable. He was wearing a blue tie, a pair of black, trousers, and some well polished, dark, glossy black, leather shoes.

Only Hakkai was the best dressed out of the whole lot. And he was the only happy one too.

"I like this suit ! Makes me look formal, ever ready for battle…"

A sweat drop appeared on Sanzo's face.

Just then, the tailor that made their suits entered their room.

~

"Look, can you give us something better than this crap ?!"

"I'm sorry sir, but, I'm afraid we're still making your uniforms. Besides, we wanted to see if you prefer the…"

"No, we DON'T ! This **** makes me look gay !"

"Well, I see that young fellow over there feeling rather happy in his uniform…"

Oh crap.

"Listen lady, I'm not going to wear any of your stinking clothes. I'm fine with my robes and cassock. You wanna give uniforms ? Give it to those other three there…"

Both Goku and Gojyo cringed in fear.

"Well, for the red haired fellow, I could make an exception, and, as for the kid, I think he looks fine in his usual clothes.

Actually, you really don't need uniforms. The uniforms are mainly a means of identifying your assault troupe. However, if you wish, we can opt out uniforms for now…"

"Actually, I prefer this suit. Can I wear it ?"

"Hakkai…"

"Of course you can ! In fact, the suit's free !"

"Arigato gozaimas !"

"You are welcome. Right, now, shall we try out the kobus today ?"

~

Hakkai took a good look at the cockpit he was sitting in.

For a piece of machinery that was driven by an engine a lot more basic than the engine of their jeep, the designs, control, decorations: everything was elaborate.

There were what seemed to be two joysticks. However, they were uniquely designed in a very Victorian manner, not to mention that they looked more like handles, that could be activated horizontally, and not vertically. It wasn't a button, it was a handle. Hakkai slowly reached for the handle, and pulled the handle, squeezing the small lever tight, and pulling it back.

The machine's right hand moved up, it's fist clenched, a quick reaction.

"Very good Hakkai ! Now, move on the paddle."

Hakkai looked down on the floor, and, true enough, there were two, obscure, metal pads.

"These are the paddles ?" thought Hakkai, as he both of his feet on both paddles.

Moving the paddles was like moving an exercise machine, mores specifically, a skiing machine he tried out, a very long time ago.

And, behold ! The machine was walking ! As Hakkai moved faster, the machine started to, run !

"Woah there ! Take it easy !"

"Hey, Hakkai, how the heck do you use this thing ?"

That came from a very bother Gojyo whose Kobu, regrettably, was not moving at all.

"Oh, sorry Gojyo, I forgot: that's an old kobu we built a while back. It's no longer working…"

'WHAT ?! You make me look like an idiot in this damn thing !"

"You forget you are one, water monster !"

"Shut up Goku…."

"Shut up both of you !"

~

The members of Team Monkey had now assembled in Yoneda's room for an additional breifing.

"Alright now here's the thing: according to the theory, and what we've seen, the kobus fight best when the warrior in question wields a weapon they've had experience in, be it melee, or ranged. Of course, this means that we have to create ridiculously large swords and the like, but, they have proven to be beneficial.

So, Sanzo, what is your expertise."

"I just use my gun, and this sutra."

'Well, we DO have Maria's steam cannon: I suppose we don't have to make you another.

Goku, I see you carry that Staff wherevery you're around…"

'Oh, don't worry about that…."

Just as Goku said this, the occupants of Yoneda's office received a rud shock.

"MY ANTIQUE TEA SET !"

"GOKU !! YOU IDIOT !"

"Hey, at least my Staff can be as big as I want it to be !"

And Goku's staff returned t it's original size, leaving behind a hideous looking crater that stretched between the walls of the office.

"Alright. What about you hakkai ?"

"Me? Oh, I use qi gong."

"Aye ? No weapons ? But surely…"

"Do not worry: I prefer not to use a weapon. My body, will and spirit are my weapons. Besides, it's the application of qi gong that matters."

'Okay, that makes the job better. I suppose we just have to make a large version of Gojyo's weapon.."

"Um, you have no idea…"

As Gojyo took out his weapon, he gave it a quick twirl, and, soon, the staff extended, on both ended, two chains, each connected to a sharp weapon of sorts.

Yoneda recoiled for a while.

"Well, I suppose it'll take a while."

~

Making a bigger version of Gojyo's weapon was tiring. Even the engineers had a hard time, especially with Gojyo's inability to work with them.

"You assholes ! Don't you dare cut up my weapon !"

As such, making a weapon like Gojyo's, not to mention starting from scratch, took a whole week, with the engineers complaining.

"Man, that's one big ass weapon."

"Yeah, it taking us a bloody long time just to make it."

"I wonder what kind of guy would you such a weapon."


"I'd rather wonder who the hell he thinks he is. Why does he need such a weapon like this one……"

The engineers suddenly felt a piece of metal dash pass by them, one move above his head, the other, almost slicing his neck, all in one, simple twirl.

"Hey, hey, hey, no complaining…"

The engineers decided to heed Gojyo's advice.