Azazel sighed and shook his head. All this talk of money and selling out was stupid. There was no such thing as currency in his world, it was unnecessary. He glared at Daichi and powered down his Keyblade. Azazel shrugged Daichi's hand off of his shoulder quickly and turned to him.

"I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, I don't trust you or your friend. You give off a vibe that you're willing to do anything for munny and I feel like you're scamming us." Azazel knew this was a scam actually, he learned pretty quickly after his first couple of weeks traveling the worlds.

"Now then, we're leaving. Leave us alone or I'll kill you the next time I see you. Bye." He pushed Daichi away and shot a beam of light into the ground with his Keyblade. A circle formed underneath them, not unlike a Corridor of Darkness, but this was a dark blue. A flash of light would blind Daichi and the group would be gone.

A few seconds passed and there was nothing but darkness. Everyone would see a pinpoint of light in the distance and it would grow bigger and bigger. Five more seconds passed and they rose from the ground in the Keyblade Graveyard. Azazel took deep breaths as he sweated in exhaustion. He had never taken so many people on a trip. He fell on the floor and closed his eyes.

"I'm just gonna take a nap. For an hour." With that last statement he passed out.