[center][h1]Zhao Jinhai[/h1][/center]

So that's what was going on. A singular spectre was behind everything. Made things far simpler, at least. Exorcise that one, and this whole operation came crashing down. Good thing the whole crew was united, then. It'd make this easier.

Too bad he didn't really want this to be easier now. A chance for a duel against a genuine samurai ghost, and it was going to be marred by the likelihood of everyone ganging up on it. Well, that and the fact that Jinhai didn't exactly have a sword right now. Truly, his will wasn't in harmony with the universe right now. The more he tried to force this, the less chance that it would happen. 

Case in point, the freak of nature that was Teratoma surged right on ahead before he had the chance, moving to engulf the ghost warrior in one move. The former hitman sighed, raising his pistol with a twirl. So it wasn't to be for now. He could live with this, but he wasn't going to be happy about it. Maybe he'd get his shot for a duel if Teratoma screwed the pooch on this one. For now, he started sighting up rising ashigaru and emptying his pistol into them before they could interfere. 

Really, it was complete bullshit they ever kicked him out of the temple. Here he was, following Laozi's philosophies to a tee. If only the Wudang could see him now...

[b]"So once we're done here, any chance we can hit a restaurant in the area before we head back? Getting real sick of cafeteria food. Hot pot'd be nice. Or spicy ramen. Seriously, I'd kill for anything unhealthy at this point."[/b] He commented idly to no one in particular, just whoever was next to him at the time.