Half a day had passed since Issac entered the fog, leaving him no more focused than when he started.  No matter how far he wandered, he couldn't figure out where he was, every tree different, every patch of grass undisturbed.  What was the strangest was how the greys moved when he wasn't focusing, almost like it was alive in some way, but that couldn't have been true, since he couldn't sense anything with his Haki.  

	Hours passed by, and Issac was officially lost, with nothing to guide him.  Issac was good at being lost, yet it felt different without Sasayaki, colder.  He needed another moment, thinking what the world would be like with her.  For the first time that day he stop wandering, pushing forward, and leaned against a passing tree.  His mind drifted, dwelling on his captain's words, until the weight of it fell away.

	Hours passed, Issac's eyes heavy as he lightly rested, letting his mind wander.  The silence was dangerous, yet so was being bare against it.  The fog, heavier now than when he first pressed again the cool bark, continued to lazily swirl just beyond him, as gray as when he first started.  "That can't be right," he said to himself, guessing that it was sure night out by now.  He stood up, lifting his hand to the fog, it receding at his advance.  "That's definitely not right."

	Slowly, he made his way along the path he came, the fog seemingly out of reach, arriving at the same tree he began, despite walking in a straight line.  "Okay.." he said to himself, setting back again, yet using using his observation to guide him, yet result was the same.  "Huh..  How about that."

	He took a moment, reaching his vision beyond the fog, but there was nothing.  Nothing.  It had to be trick, but it couldn't have been.  His observation could see beyond such things, or at least devil fruits.  Was it the island?  No.  He would have sense something from the earth.  He had seen many weird things since he set out with Sasayaki, the blade being one of them, and he knew it was some anomaly tricking him, leaving one option left.  He waited, watching his surroundings as they slipped by, lunging out as soon as the passed back, the heavy white retreating at his advance.

	Laughs came from every direction, too many variants to identify the number with any accuracy.  "Clever," he half smirked, not willing to let down his guard.  "I'm used to being the one playing tricks."

	"We know," the fog said uniformly, catching him off guard.  "We have been waiting, Issac."

	"So you've heard of me."  She forced another smirk, hoping that a facade of confidence would be enough to keep the thing at bay until he found a plan, or even the courage to push forward alone.

	Other laughs echoed though the fog, feminine and mischievous.  Was it a devil fruit?  Or maybe some other mythical creature that had survived the trials of time and man.  He couldn't say, only that it was here, and it had to be dealt with, somehow.  The fog shifted again when he did, a form starting emerge from it.  "I wouldn't think of that just yet," the fog giggled.  "I know what you're thinking, your hopes, your fears.  I know what you lack, and I know have yet to see.  The man before me will not be leaving this forest, but will have some fun along the way."

	The figure walked forward, talk and lean, with a cigarette askew in his mouth.  "Klank?"  Issac asked, knowing it wasn't him, not really.  Probably just a replication from some image pulled from his head.  "What kind of game is this?" he asked the gray copy.

	"You're not ready for me yet," Klank smiled, the feminine voice remaining, breaking the immersion.  "Defeat some of these peons, and maybe we can have some more fun, kay!?"

	Issac instinctively reached back for Sasayaki, producing nothing but an empty palm.  Mist Klank, as he further refer to him as, pulled out his multipurpose weapon, doubling it to the other hand, then producing two move as his arms doubled into a the ugliest four armed thing he had ever seen.  Issac looked around for something, anything he could use as a weapon, yet none remained within sight.  "Is this how annoying it is to fight me?" he ask with a clench of the fist, taking an awkward stance and preparing for battle.  "Cause, damn!"