[center][u][b]Minamoto Yoshitsune[/b][/u]
Level 5 [30/50]
Al Mamoon - 
312

[u][b]Sora[/b][/u]
Level 3 [15/30]
Al Mamoon - 
100

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Yoshitsune was well rested after the previous night. Climbing from his bed, he thought of the dream he'd had. It had all started with a bright, white light that-

He froze. Looking down, he saw the wheels. It wasn't a dream.

With a stretch, his mind began bringing back details of the previous day. The spa with the ladies, the fights with the resistance, his swords at the smithy…

His swords! "I can't leave those behind!" he exclaimed, moving quickly but carefully so as to not hurt anyone, rushing from the inn he'd stayed at and down the road to the smithy. 

It wasn't a long trek to the smithy from the previous day. Upon arriving, he smiled at the man, getting him with a bow. 

They discussed things for a bit once the samurai had his blades back, though the smithy was curious about where the extra arms came from. Yoshitsune shook his head softly, afraid to tell the man. 

Not long after that, just as he was about ready to leave, the samurai was greeted by the Twilight Princess with the promise of a spar. 

The fight itself was held in a safe area, a place where nobody else would get hurt. Holding his new arms behind his back, he used the sparring match as a chance to teach Midna a little of what he had learned over the years. Then Yoshitsune tested Midna's defenses using all 4 of his swords. It was strange to get used to at first but he soon showed his skill at the blade with an extra pair of arms. Ultimately, he won, though used her mistakes to teach her how to improve. 

Then it was time for the train. With his father's swords hung beside the new pair, Yoshitsune joyfully raced through the city, meeting up with the others, with Midna at his side.

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Sora ran through the streets with a frown. Despite his time in the city, he still didn't know where everything was. Everyone had said to meet at the train station. He'd ended up having to ask for directions multiple times. 

When he finally arrived, he was happy to see people he knew. Gasping for breath, the keybearer nearly collapsed in front of his comrades. "This place… is a maze," he said, breathing heavily still. 

Once everyone had arrived, he took one last look at Al Mamoon before boarding the train. Things were so confusing. At least he'd made some friends.