[center][h3][b][u][color=red]Ira Amaterasu[/color][/u][/b][/h3]

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Ira continued on his journey mildly stopping in wooded areas to rest. He had decided it may be best that he not use his magic seeing as it had previously alerted his village once before. [color=red][I]”Lowkey is the way to be .”[/i][/color] , thought Ira to himself. As he began to prepare for camp a platoon of villagers passed by on a nearby road. This seemed like an opportune moment to Ira. [color=red]”No more walking, finally.”[/color] , he thought to himself. As he began to approach the band of what he thought were travelers he wonder exactly what he would say. What story could he possibly make up for going to Magnolia. 

[color=red]”Hi I‘m Rajin. Mind if a catch a ride to the nearest village .”[/color] The travelers were reluctant at first but ultimately decided it may be worth their time. As they began to continue on their journey , Ira decided to nap in the back of the caravan. Little did he know, these weren’t travelers. They were bandits and they planned to rob him of everything he own. At the moment, he only carried the mementos of his idol. The bandits searched his things as he slept peacefully only to find a book and a broken flute. [color=blue]”How trivial… He’s poor and dumb. Just our luck . Guess he as good as dead.”[/color] ,the bandits mumbled amongst each other. They thought they’d found a lost boy for whom they could hold for ransom. What they were about to find out was that he was something way worse than them.

The bandits stopped the caravan and surrounded Ira who laid asleep in the back. Each carried a knife or sharp instrument to some sort. Ira immediately woke to the mild sense of danger. He was keen to these types of situations. [color=red]”Hey guys I didn’t know we were having a party.”[/color], he spoke calmly. [color=red]”Is it my birthday already? [/color], he yawned slightly. The bandits immediately struck for the finish blows, only to find that their knifes broke at the touch of Ira’s skin. [color=red]”Tsk…Tsk. Now why would you want to do that? Are you forcing me to relieve you of the stress of life?”[/color] Ira grabbed the leader by his throat. The others saw the life drain from their former comrades body. They had lost their will to fight. They had also pissed off the wrong kid. Ira pulled down his mask to show an almost menacing smile.[color=red]”Let’s have some fun .[/color] , he chuckled as rip a limb off yet another bandit.

After about thirty minutes all that lay left were rags and limbs. Ira proceeded to burn them as he didn‘t see the need in people knowing what he had done. When he finished, he made sure to keep a vial of blood from the leader. It may come in handy. Ira took the bandits caravan and headed for the town of Magnolia. He was upset his time had been wasted and it was already daybreak. [color=red]”There really is no sleep for the wicked.”[/color][/center]