-That night-
Daimyo awoken after feeling a presence in the room. He looked around to see a shadow of someone leaning on the wall and whittling on something with a katana.
"Who goes there?" He commanded.
The shadow straighten and walked to the Daimyo. When he was in the light, Daimyo was relieved to see that he was only Usagi with the strange rabbit toy on his shoulder and a strange look on his face.
"It is just me, My Daimyo." Usagi said, saying Daimyo with a slightly dark tone.
"Ah Usagi-san." Daimyo said. "What are you doing up so late, my young friend?"
Usagi chuckled darkly.
" I'm not you're friend you old bag of shit." Usagi said. "The only friend I have are the turtles, and you're in the way. You, and your son."
Usagi put his katana away and snapped his fingers, making everything go black and the Daimyo son appear, tied up, gagged, and paniking. Daimyo was shocked at this and tried to grab his staff, but was even more surprised that it wasn't were his left it.
Usagi laughed louder and darker and pulled out the staff, but for some reason, the end was freshly-sharped.
"Old Fool! What did you think I was whittling on!" He yelled.
Usagi threw the staff at the Daimyo. Before he could act, the staff was in Daimyo's head. His son watch it happened in fear and listen to Usagi's psychotic laugh.
"Well, that felt good." Usagi said slowly turning to his son.
He cringed as the samurai rabbit looked at him and took out his katana.
"Sorry to disappoint you, kid." Usagi said pointing at the boy. "But not even a kid like you will get in the way on my friends."
As Usagi threw the katana, The only thing in the boy's head before the katana went through his chest was
'Turtles! Help me!'