Seek and Destroy.
To merely think of battle and be transported to the battleground, what a novel concept. If Shin were a bit more insubordinate, he would have questioned why his god didn't utilize such a technique to displace him to various targets of questionable motive. Though he isn't, and he entirely respects his god's decisions. These are just musings.
It was almost immediately after the announcement that Shin was teleported to his field of battle, a small wasteland that reminded him of home. This might actually be his home, and in fact, he was concerned that he had been transported back home for coming off too maniacal. It wasn't until he spotted a small wooden shack that was far too different from his temple that he found relief from this concern.
It was a rather nice day, comfortable temperature with a delightful breeze. Nothing like a nice sunny day for killing, eh? The Assassin reached into his coat pocket, searching for his Black Staff. A hot wave of embarrassment flushed over him as the realization struck. "I left it back at the island." The ashamed assassin patted himself down, trying to find any sort of weapon on himself. Fortunately, he had left the Kusarigama hooked to his waist. A reliable tool, though nowhere near as reliable as his weapon of choice. It would serve the purpose of dispatching his unfortunate first foe.
Now, in the distance he could spy a tower of stone. Likely where the battle was intended to take place, so Shin withdrew the weapon from his hip and pulled the chain free. Letting the blade dangle slightly to his side, it swung back and forth like a pendulum.
The road lead down to the tower and away from the house. Wherever he was supposed to go, it was likely this direction.
To merely think of battle and be transported to the battleground, what a novel concept. If Shin were a bit more insubordinate, he would have questioned why his god didn't utilize such a technique to displace him to various targets of questionable motive. Though he isn't, and he entirely respects his god's decisions. These are just musings.
It was almost immediately after the announcement that Shin was teleported to his field of battle, a small wasteland that reminded him of home. This might actually be his home, and in fact, he was concerned that he had been transported back home for coming off too maniacal. It wasn't until he spotted a small wooden shack that was far too different from his temple that he found relief from this concern.
It was a rather nice day, comfortable temperature with a delightful breeze. Nothing like a nice sunny day for killing, eh? The Assassin reached into his coat pocket, searching for his Black Staff. A hot wave of embarrassment flushed over him as the realization struck. "I left it back at the island." The ashamed assassin patted himself down, trying to find any sort of weapon on himself. Fortunately, he had left the Kusarigama hooked to his waist. A reliable tool, though nowhere near as reliable as his weapon of choice. It would serve the purpose of dispatching his unfortunate first foe.
Now, in the distance he could spy a tower of stone. Likely where the battle was intended to take place, so Shin withdrew the weapon from his hip and pulled the chain free. Letting the blade dangle slightly to his side, it swung back and forth like a pendulum.
The road lead down to the tower and away from the house. Wherever he was supposed to go, it was likely this direction.