Welcome back. I've got yet another chapter up. Like Krusty's plane, 'I'm On a Roll-a-Gay'. Ha ha, funny. Okay, onto the story.

Thanks to all those who reviewed. I hope you will all continue to read and review. The updates will continue at this rate only if more people review. I haven't seen a review from dragonSpired48 in a long while. The same goes for several others. And thanks to shelter for the longest review I've ever received.

Just to let you know, this story won't be going as fast as the movie went. There's going to be a few other stories that eventually pave the way to Tataraba (Iron Town). It also gives you all more to read, which I hope you like. Well, that's all. Enjoy.

Being Alive

Chapter 7

The sound of a rock beating against iron was the most obvious noise in the mostly quiet forest during the night as Dante hammered one of six iron stakes into the ground in order to pitch his tent. He was on the final stake now, having tied down most of the ropes. When he finished tying down the final rope, he put down his rock, and sat back to observe his work. No wonder they trained him for all this.

He considered himself lucky to still have his tent. Although he still preferred to sleep outside on the clear, peaceful nights, there was always the possibility of a rainstorm, or a massive wind. Still, although it was fairly hot outside, the heat was nothing compared to how it was back on the Indochinese landscape. And that was by far the biggest relief.

It had been two days since he had said his goodbyes and left the Emishi village. The fight with the demon god was still fresh in his mind, but he was no longer worried about what it could mean. What he couldn't get over was what the old wise woman had told him back at the shrine in the village.

He was in Japan. He knew that much. But he still couldn't grasp the rest of what she had told him. He never really believed in time travel, and never imagined that it would happen to him. And, since no one could give him an answer as to why he had been sent back five hundred years from 20th Century Vietnam to 15th Century Japan, he was all the more frustrated. None of it made sense.

And then there was his curse. He kept the bandages on his right arm and shoulder, to lower any suspicion from people he would meet, as well as relieve himself from having to look at them all the time. The ugly maroon blotches remained on his arm no matter how many times he washed it. Although they had not hurt since he had received them, they didn't feel right on his arm.

After making sure the tent was stable, he crawled inside to gather some supplies. It was getting dark, and he needed to make a fire. I never thought I'd have to do this every night he thought. This is turning out to be more like the boy scouts. Pitching a tent, making a fire, roasting food…well, it's not too bad. That food they gave me was pretty good. Plus, the nights here are really peaceful. No Charlie to sneak up on me from out of the bush, no snakes slithering about, no swarms of mosquitoes…and it's COOL out. He smiled to himself as he took out a large Bowie knife, which he had found the day he had left. He held it in his hand, admiring it. I still can't believe I found you. His eyes drifted over to his ALICE pack, where a short, tube-shaped weapon lay against it. Or you.

A few hours after he had left the village, he came across the area where he had originally woken up in the forest. And the remains of the plane crash were still there. At first glance, most of the scrap metal of the of the hull appeared to be rusted over. But when he took a closer look, he saw that it was not rust, but a maroon-colored mark- the same as the curse mark on his arm.

That son of a bitch must've been through here first he thought. He was about to leave when he looked down at one piece of the hull, and noticed that something was under it. He lifted the piece with his foot, and kicked it away to reveal something that made his eyes go wide.

Laying on the ground, clean of any maroon marks, was a LAW-class rocket launcher. A simple one-round, use-and-lose anti-tank weapon. Since it was in its compact position, that meant it had not been used.

Dante was about to leave the weapon behind, since he didn't see himself needing it, but considered what would happen if someone else found it. The consequences would be horrible. No way. Can't leave it here for someone to find, and end up killing themselves and a few others. He picked it up, and strapped it to the top of his equipment pack. No problem, it's pretty light. Besides, it might come in handy later on.

Afterwards, he looked around for anything else that might be useful to him, or dangerous to others. Anything he missed the first time around. After overturning all the hull pieces, and searching around in the nearby bushes, he found two more things of use: a large, stainless steel Bowie knife, and the broken stock end of a Springfield sniper rifle. He took the knife, and broke the scope off of the sniper rifle. Both would be fairly useful to him.

Back in the tent, he gathered his knife and machete, and went outside to gather some firewood. After cutting several small branches off some of the smaller trees, he brought them back to his tent, broke them into smaller pieces, and started a fire with his lighter. He then proceeded to boil some water in the rice pot the villagers had given him.

As the rice began to cook, he laid back against his rolled-up sleeping bag, and gazed up at the night sky. It was clear, and the stars were starting to come out. The sight was just beautiful. The forest and the mountains that surrounded him were awe-inspiring as well. It had been almost eight years since he had left Japan to live in his country of citizenship, and, in that time, he had nearly forgotten just how beautiful the land was. Although he hadn't been all over Japan, he had still seen many awe-inspiring sights during his childhood. Memories were being brought back to him by the truckload.

While gazing up at the star-filled sky, he suddenly got the itch again. He pulled out his harmonica again, and started playing, with the forest and the nightlife as his audience.

Dante spent the next few days heading southwest across the Japanese landscape. Each day, he would walk most of the morning, take his usual breaks, and continue on for the rest of the day, until dusk. Although it was still tiring to travel on foot all day, he really couldn't believe his luck; the scenery of Japan only got more breathtaking with each passing day. There was always something: rain forests, mountains, rivers, lakes, and waterfalls; just about everything nature had to offer. He had even seen a family of foxes living in a nearby burrow one day. Every time he came across such a breathtaking sight, he would take a short rest, lie down, and pull out his harmonica. The music and the scenery were enough to relax any pains or worries he had. There was just no way to expect what one would see next.

Being in Japan certainly beat being in Vietnam. The land was nicer, and, while not a great deal easier to travel across, just plain beautiful. Plus, no one was trying to kill him- yet. He had passed a number of traveling merchants as they took the opposite path, but he never interacted with any of them. Most of them did not even notice him, or pretended not to. His clothing and appearance may very well have been a reason for that.

After a week of traveling southwest, he finally stumbled upon his first sign of civilization. It was a small market village, where merchant shops lined the streets, and people bustled through in crowds, carrying luggage and supplies with them. These included farmers carrying their loads to market; fishermen laying out their catch on display for shoppers; women carrying sacks and bundles over their heads while ushering their children; and traveling merchants hoping to make a good sale to passing customers. He even noticed that a few Samurai walked the streets, holding their sheathed katanas over their shoulders. Several were downing meals of rice and sake at the nearby food vendors. The place was as crowded as any modern day street, but was uniquely different.

When Dante set foot in the street, he started up the road, hoping to find a place to buy some supplies. If he was lucky, he might be able to find a lead on the iron ball he had.

As he continued to walk through the bustling streets, he noticed that he was garnering a lot of stares from the people of the village. A samurai at a food vendor would look up from his miso soup in shock, or a fisherman would swing around to get a better look, causing his load to slam against the person next to him. Anywhere that he was in the line of vision, he received some stares. One main reason was that he had not thought to hide his modern day clothing, or even the equipment he was carrying on his back. And there was nothing hiding the paleness of his face, either. This only made him want to find a stop faster.

He eventually found what appeared to be a food vendor that wasn't overcrowded, and sat down in front of the counter. He laid down his equipment, and spoke to the man behind the counter, ordering whatever he could get. The man gave him a long glance before serving up some rice, miso soup, and some not-so-fresh fish. Dante pulled out the pair of hashi the Emishi had given him, and began shoveling some rice into his mouth. Every now and then, he would glance over his shoulder, and see a number of people gawking at him. He could even hear people whispering to one another, no doubt talking about how weird he looked. He had been able to live with the stares at first, but was now irritated at being treated like some freak exhibit.

As he was finishing his meal, he could hear what sounded like a number of men talking further up the path to his left. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he was sure it was directed at him. When he glanced over to see what it was, he noticed that the path went up to a long, wide wooden bridge, which crossed a river that ran through the village. And, walking up from a shop just in front of the bridge, was a group of at least six men, all dressed in typical samurai clothing, minus the armor. They were heading right for the shop.

Dante knew what was coming, and wanted to avoid it at all costs. He quickly downed the rest of his miso soup, reached into his pocket, pulled out a gold pebble, and placed it on the counter in front of him. The vendor, apparently expecting real currency, gave it a crude look, before picking it up to inspect it further. After observing it, he looked like he was about to throw it back at the young soldier, until he looked at it one last time. A surprised look, followed by him stuffing it into his own sack, told Dante that the man knew what it was. And he was apparently satisfied.

Dante was reaching for his ALICE pack when he heard a burly voice call out.

"Hold it right there, Outlander!"

Dante sighed in anger as he lifted his pack over his shoulders, and turned around to face the men. They were all dressed in dark-colored tunics, and long, dress-like leggings that samurai wore. And each of them had a sheathed katana at their side or over their shoulders. The one in front was nearly bald, with a mage hair-knot, and a rugged, sneering face. He observed the red-haired youth with a look of contempt, as well as amusement. The other men looked the same.

"What do we have here, men?" the man said arrogantly. "Not something you see everyday!"

"Yeah, when was the last time any of us saw hair that ugly?" one of them snorted.

"Not to mention those clothes!"

They all continued to laugh until the front man put his hand up. He walked closer to Dante, looking him up and down. He scoffed.

"I don't like your face, boy" he said, allowing Dante to catch some of his awful breath. "And I ought to teach you a lesson for bringing it into my village without my permission."

Having had enough, Dante simply turned ad walked off, heading towards the river.

"Don't you walk away from me, you foreign piece of shit! I'll tell you when you can leave!"

Dante simply continued walking. "Who made you the shogun?"

He stopped in his tracks when two other men suddenly stepped into his path from a nearby shop. He turned around to see the other men approaching him. Soon, they had him surrounded.

"I happen to be the head of this village, appointed by Master Washizu, the owner of these lands! I am Muroto! And these are my men!" He gestured to the six other men surrounding the youth. All the while, an enormous crowd of villagers had gathered, and were watching the confrontation.

As Dante was observing the other henchmen, he felt something being jerked from his shoulder. He turned around just in time to see one of the bigger Samurai tossing Muroto his M-16.

"Hey! Give that back, you fuck-" He was restrained by two of the men blocking his way.

The head samurai was closely inspecting the assault rifle. He flipped and turned it, observing every inch of it. He eventually grasped it by the handle, apparently getting the idea of how to hold it, at least. "Interesting little device you've got here, outlander. Not to mention all the rest you've got hanging on your back."

Dante immediately whipped around, making sure none of the other henchmen were about to grab any more of his weapons. One was trouble enough.

"If you hand it all over, maybe we can make a deal for your life."

Dante was nothing short of pissed on the inside. But he somehow managed to push away his anger, and force a smile. He even chuckled a bit as the head samurai stepped closer to him. Suddenly, in a movement so swift that no one saw it, he kicked the rifle out of the mans' hands, and into the air, where it came back down to his waiting hand. He hung it by the strap over his shoulder while the stunned samurai looked on.

"Sorry," he said, dusting himself off while maintaining his grin, "but I don't think you're ready for it. None of you are. Now, if you don't mind…"

He turned around, but once again found himself surrounded. Muroto stepped forward again, his hand on the handle of his katana. All the other men followed his lead. "Big mistake, outlander" the man said, grinning arrogantly.

"Help! Stop thief! Master, come quick!"

Muroto whipped his head back toward his tent, where he saw a man running off with a large sack. A shorter, hysterical man was calling out for help.

"Master! He stole all our funds! He's getting away!"

Muroto sneered as he sprung into action. "I'll deal with you later, outlander!" he said as he ran to his horse. "Watch him!" he said to one of his men as he and five others jumped on their horses, and took off after the thief, who was now making his way across the busy wooden bridge.

As soon as they had left, the lone henchman turned around to keep an eye on the outlander- only to find he wasn't there. He started looking around when he felt a tap on his back. He whipped around to find the red-haired youth grinning at him.

"Hello, asshole!" was all Dante said before delivering a hard right hook to the jaw of the shocked samurai. The man fell to the ground while Dante massaged the pain out of his knuckles.

"Goodbye, asshole" he said before turning around to observe the chase.

The thief had pushed and shoved his way through the human traffic on the bridge, causing the samurai to gallop into it themselves. The bridge rumbled as bystanders dove for cover. Several farmers dropped their loads, some into the river. And one woman, who was walking with her young daughter, was shoved to the very side of the bridge by the force of a kick by one of the men…which sent the young girl through the rail, and into the river.

The woman cried out in horror as she looked down the fast-running river. "No! My baby!" She quickly tried to make her way off the bridge to the other side so she could follow, but the traffic prevented her. "Help! Someone help, please!"

Dante had seen the whole thing through shocked eyes. He also noticed that no one was moving in to help the girl.

"Son of a bitch!" Without even thinking, he took off down the path, towards the river. He shoved his way through a crowd of people who were following the girl downstream, and, as quickly as he could, untied and threw off his boots. He threw off his pack, pulled off his fatigue, and dove into the cold rapids.

When he surfaced, he immediately began swimming after the girl, whose small and weak composure was easily being drifted off by the rapids. She was calling out for her mother while struggling to keep at the surface of the water. When Dante looked ahead of her, he noticed that the land hit a depression pretty far up ahead- meaning, there was a small waterfall waiting for them. With renewed vigor, he tore after the girl, beating the current. He didn't even notice that nearly half the village had gathered at the banks of the river to watch the amazing spectacle.

After a few more strokes, he finally reached the girl, and grabbed her by the arm. She was still hysterical, flailing around in the water. "It's okay!" Dante yelled, trying to calm her down while, at the same time, trying to keep them both afloat. "I've got you! Don't worry!"

The girl finally stopped struggling when Dante had her by the waist. He smiled to her. "I'm gonna get you back to shore!" With the girl secure in his arm, he immediately started swimming towards the bank, using every inch of his strength to fight the current. When he noticed they were close to the waterfall, he fought even harder, and managed to grab onto a short, but sturdy rock poking up from the sand. He held on, and, with every last bit of energy, pulled them out of the raging river. He crawled up the bank until he was sure they were a safe distance from the water.

When he finally regained his focus, he looked down at the girl in his arms. She couldn't have been older than five. Her kimono had been soaked, and she had lost her head towel in the river. Dante made sure she was still breathing, and noticed that she still had her eyes closed in fear while she clung to him, as though she still might drown if she let go.

"Hey," Dante whispered to her, lowering his face closer to her. "C'mon, open your eyes. You're safe now."

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking around. When she saw she was on dry land, she looked up at the one who had rescued her. She kept her gaze on him, and her eyes began to tear up. Dante was confused.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The girl threw her arms around his torso, crying into his already-soaked wife-beater. Dante was a bit startled, but heard her say something through her sniffles.

"Onii-chan…arigatou…"

Dante was still a bit surprised, but was spared any more embarrassment by the arrival of the girls' mother. The woman ran up as fast as she could through the crowd, and her daughter left the soldier to embrace her mother. The two clung to each other tightly, as though afraid that anything less would separate them once again. "Shino!"

"Okaa-san, it was so scary!"

After a few more seconds of relief, the mother turned back to the confused teenager, and bowed deeply. The young girl followed her mothers' actions as best she could.

Dante didn't know what to do. He was surrounded by what looked to be the entire towns' population, and they were all either staring in utter disbelief, or whispering to each other. And it all made him extremely uncomfortable. If there was one thing he really never liked, it was being the center of attention.

Immediately, the soldier stood up, and ran over to where he had left his boots, fatigue, and equipment, which, thankfully, no one had touched in his absence. Without even stopping to dry himself, he threw everything on, and started pushing his way through the crowd. He had to get out of the village before this spectacle went any further.

After he had finally made it around the trail, out of sight from the village, he calmed down. "Shit," he said, taking a deep breath, "talk about messed-up. Why the hell didn't anyone help that girl?" He began walking slowly down the trail, taking off his military fatigue and wife-beater so that he could squeeze the water out of the latter. "And those jerks with samurai swords…who the hell do they think they are? Grabbing my gun like that. And everyone was staring like I was a goddamned circus freak. I gotta find some other clothes to-"

He was cut short by the rumble of approaching horses coming from another path out of the woods. As they approached, his eyes went wide. They were the same men who had cornered him earlier.

"Oh, come on!" the youth said angrily. "Can't you guys take a fucking break?"

Six horses stopped in front of him, and all of them slowly dismounted. Muroto, the head samurai, came forward slowly, a huge grin on his face. "Very impressive, outlander." He was soon standing right in front of Dante. "Not bad for someone who just came to town. You're the talk of the town now! However, I don't recall giving you permission to do something like that in my town. Also, I don't think I said you could leave, either!"

Dante tried hard to contain his building anger. "Well, I'm leaving now. So, if you don't mind…"

"I don't think so, boy! We still have one thing to cover! Hand over your possessions, and we might allow you to go!"

That was it: the last straw. Not only was this jerk-off telling him what to do, he had the nerve to ask for everything he had just for walking into town. Dante was pissed beyond all recognition. And he let it out.

"Listen up, asshole" Dante said right to the mans' face. "I don't give two shits about what you say, or what you think I should do. I'm leaving, and that's it. And if you even try to lay your hands on my stuff, I'll rip you in two. That goes for all of you" he said, peering over to the other men.

"Now," he said, looking at Muroto again. "Fuck off." He then attempted to walk right around the samurai when he felt a hand shove him back, hard enough that he lost his balance, and fell back on his rear. He looked up to see the man unsheathing his katana, and the other men following his actions.

"Have it your way, outsider!" he said, a look of anger on his ugly face. "Get him!"

He rushed forward at the youth, his sword drawn. Dante quickly got up, and dodged the swing. He had to move again quickly to dodge an attack by one of the henchmen. He kept moving, until he was squaring off with Muroto again. The samurai simply charged, swinging at the youth repeatedly. A number of swings were frighteningly close, cutting slits in Dante's uniform. After another dodged swing, Dante jumped back, but was grabbed from behind by one of the rather bulky henchmen, and thrown forward at Muroto. The samurai threw a hook right to Dante's face, and he plummeted to the ground in pain. The man proceeded to kick him in the gut repeatedly while he was down. Each kick brought a yell of pain from the youth, and he clutched at his side in pain.

Muroto stopped long enough to yell "Get his bag!" His minions complied, taking Dante's pack off his shoulders. This was followed by more kicks to the ribs, crotch, and face, all over his body. When they were done, the youth was bleeding from several places while writhing on the ground.

All of a sudden, he felt a strange burning sensation rising in his bandaged right arm. For a brief second, the arm felt like it was on fire. Then the feeling spread throughout the rest of his body. It was flowing into his bones and muscles like a boiling hot geyser. And it beckoned him to get up.

Muroto stood over Dante, his katana raised. "So long, outlander. Maybe in the next life, you'll put up more of a fight." He and his minions burst into loud, crude laughter before he brought down the sword in a swing to the soldiers' neck.

In a blindingly fast movement, Dante rose his hand up, and caught the blade right in his hand. The smile was wiped off the samurai's face, and he tried to rip the sword out of the foreign youth's hand, but it wouldn't budge. Then, his eyes went wide as Dante literally bent the blade out of shape, and grasped hold of the mans' wrist. He cursed loudly, and tried to break free. That was when he looked into Dante's face: there were no longer two dark blue eyes looking back at him; only two frightening glowing spheres, each the color of freshly spilled blood, and full of pure rage.

From that point on, Dante had no control over his body, and barely any consciousness at all. His mind was being controlled by a different force, something that had flooded his brain with hateful thoughts. And his body was aching to act out those desires.

He began twisting and crushing the mans' wrist, causing a sickening crack to resonate, followed by a deafening scream from the horrified samurai. He fell to his knees and clutched his arm, before yelling to his minions. "GET HIM OFF ME!"

One man immediately ran forward, his katana raised. Dante jumped to his feet, bringing the gang leader with him. While holding Muroto in a tight headlock, he dodged the sword attack, and delivered a hard roundhouse kick to the henchman, which sent him flying back into his horse, causing the animals to go hysterical. He then lifted Muroto into the air, and threw him head on into a tree trunk.

Dante couldn't tell what was happening, but he knew something was wrong. His body seemed to move on its own, driven by an unknown force. What the hell's happening to me? He wanted to stop, but the force driving his body wouldn't let him. Who are you?

One of the other minions, not taking the time to draw his sword, immediately picked up the weapon that was closest to him- Dante's shotgun- and moved in, wielding it like a club. Dante simply stood motionlessly, waiting for the attack. He dodged the butt of the gun, grabbed the man by the arms, and delivered a hard knee to the gut. He then grabbed the gun, ripped it from the mans' hands, and jammed the butt into his face, sending him tumbling back. He then whipped it around, pumped the action, and fired at the samurai, sending him to the ground.

The other men stood in shock at what they had just seen. After a few seconds, another man came at him with a sword. Dante simply pumped and fired again, shooting him in the head. The last one threw down his weapon and tried to run. He didn't get far before the soldier downed him with a 12-guage round in the back.

What am I doing doing? Dante yelled in what was left of his mind. They're trying to run away! Don't kill them like that! But none of it mattered. The force driving his body now had complete control, and forced his mind into submission.

The henchman he had thrown into the horses suddenly came up from behind, and wrapped his large arms around the youths' neck. Dante struggled against the hold, but the shotgun was knocked out of his hands. Still, the force inside him had one more trick up its sleeve. Using one hand, he grabbed one of the large hands holding his neck, and squeezed the fingers until they broke. As the man let out a scream, Dante reached down to his holster, flipped it open, and pulled out one of his .45 automatics. As he pulled it out, an unseen force caused the action to pull back on its own, sending a round into the chamber. While grasping the man by the hands, he shoved the pistol head into the open mouth of the wailing samurai, and pulled the trigger. Blood and brains came pouring out of the mans' skull, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Dusting himself off, Dante turned his attention on the only one still alive. Muroto was on the ground, his head bleeding, and his wrist broken. He was trying desperately to crawl away. Dante walked over, pulled his Bowie knife from its holster, and grabbed the battered samurai by the collar, pushing him up against a tree. He looked head on into the horrified face of the man. "Well, well...looks like the iron boot's on the other foot now."

"P-p-p-please! Stop! I-I-I didn't mean any of it! It was their idea!"

Dante's blood red eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a low, sinister voice. "Spare me the bullshit excuses, bub. You know, you call yourself the leader of this town. But it looks like you just sit around, take whatever you want, and kill anyone who gets in your way. Where were you when that little girl was drowning?" He yelled the last bit, slamming him against the trunk again.

The man was screaming for his life now. Tears were literally falling out of his eyes. "Please…don't kill me…please!"

The possessed youth simply raised his knife, and brought it closer to his prisoner's face. "Too bad" he hissed, putting the knife to his head. "I'll be doing these people a favor. Now, let's see that blood flow…"

STOP, DAMN YOU!

All of a sudden, Dante froze. He gasped, and loosened his grip on the man, dropping the knife. He slowly backed away, and looked at his right arm, which was now bulging. He suddenly grasped it in pain, and gritted his teeth, as though trying to hold back a scream. He fell to his knees, and, realizing he could take it no longer, let out a deafening scream, all the while holding his head in pure agony.

After the scream subsided, he lay in the dirt for a few seconds, before slowly getting up. His eyes were back to normal, and the pain in his arm had subsided. He looked around, and saw all the bodies of the samurai he had killed. His eyes went wide, and he shot a quick glance over at the lone survivor, who was struggling to scoot away, still with a frightened look on his face.

"Holy shit…" was all he could muster. Not thinking twice, he jumped to his feet, gathered all his things, and took off down the road as fast as his legs would carry him, not looking back.

Done. Hope that was enough for you. The plot is starting to show itself more. I've got a lot more in store for you all, so keep reading.

A few more things: First, I want to talk about Dante's transformation. The demon possession sequence was inspired by the short anime mini-series, Elfen Lied. I won't give away the aspects of the story, but I will say this: it's not for the faint of heart. I haven't been able to watch the latter episodes a second time. The story made me feel bad. If you see it, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Another thing is a project I've been working on for the last month. Here at Elon, a group from the school of communications is currently shooting a student film called Testing Positive. It concerns HIV and college life relationships. The shooting schedule has been brutal. They've kept me busy nearly all the hours during the weekend (actually, I don't do much work, but they need me to stick around the site for when I do work), so I haven't had a lot of time to write. I was lucky to get some time now. As for the movie, they'll be going into post-production soon. If any of you live in the Greensboro area, here in North Carolina, we're having the premiere in May. Just to let you know.

Well, I hope this chapter was good. In between work, I've been watching TV and movies non-stop. I'm still working on season four of The Sopranos, and I borrowed the Cowboy Bebop series from my friend. Oh, and I just downloaded and watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the old one). A lot of fun.

Okay, that's enough. I'm going to get to work on chapter eight as soon as I can. Keep reading, and please review. It will only help updates come faster. Happy trails.

Music for Chapter 7:

Journey to the West, by Joe Hisaishi
The Demon Power, by Joe Hisaishi