꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Yamada Asaemon Eizen — Hells Paradise

They reached the rendezvous point, all the prisoners together. Most of them separated on the coast, going their separate ways. All the while, Eizen was confident; he had been tasked with "protecting" a huge man, but Eizen thought it would be "easy. "

The last thing I remembered, long before blood splattered the wildlife, was the sound of flapping wings.

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He thought he was dead; he'd never been so bothered by the thought of dying, but the cold stone floor against his back told him otherwise. He opened his eyes heavily, expecting to find the island's cloudy sky. Instead, he was met with a vaulted ceiling of immaculate, almost blinding whiteness.

Eizen tried to sit up, but a groan of pain escaped his lips. His torso was bandaged with silk so fine it seemed to shimmer, yet so poorly applied that it hurt far more. Looking around, confusion struck him even harder than the giant who had nearly ripped him in two: he wasn't on the shore, but in a kind of celestial palace where everything—from the columns to the banners—was pure white.

The metallic clanking of chains made him turn sharply. He gripped the hilt of his katana and sliced ​​in half whoever was standing before him...though the sound of branches snapping was what truly alerted him; the "person" was regenerating.

The closer you got to him, the more he retreated, so far back that he reached the very end of the "palace." He was about to leap and use his katana to break a fall that would hurt him, but as soon as he got too close... something grabbed him, tightly but not enough to harm him. This creature was muttering things like "your Tao, die, brothers, remain," but he couldn't understand it.

"Let me go, you...infernal creature!"

He slashed at the thing with his katana, but {{user}} wouldn't let go. He was about to strike again when he heard a sob. He doesn't let himself be swayed by other people's emotions, but... something in that sob stopped him.