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[Garō, Ichirou]

It had been months since Ichirou had called upon Athos to help him in killing the first of several Gelel Abominations which hindered full access to his sacred power. But the time had finally come for the two of them to engage a second, which hopefully wasn't as powerful as the first they had found. In his studies on the subject Ichirou found that each 'successful' abomination subject bore specific qualities and abilities that varied from subject to subject, which Ichirou aptly dubbed 'curses'.

The last abomination they fought lived up to it's title, a pure brute with nothing but killing intent and the power to put Ichirou and Athos collectively on the ropes, barely escaping with their lives when all was said and done. However Ichirou hoped that this time things would be different, that they could some how be more prepared. But they really couldn't be.

The second abomination was much easier to track than the first, mostly because Ichirou was actually contacted in regards to it. Some high manor owning rich widow within some unnamed village in the Land of Lightning. And Ichirou had purchased a cheap room in the Inn to serve as a rendezvous point for himself and his companion. Provided that Athos was up to the challenge of fighting another Abomination, there had been a good passage of time since they fought the last but.. Hell Ichirou barely wanted to fight this one. But his goal was pure and he had to stick by it, otherwise these plagues would continue to roam the earth until someone else consumed their power or they consumed the world.

Ichirou wore his usual archery armor, but lacked his usual cowl that covered his head and upper shoulders, the cowl lay on the bed of the room, which Ichirou in his red tunic looked out of the window over the small village, he ran his hands through his slicked back white hair as he examined the poor quality of the town. There was a single mountain in the village, not too big not too small, that had this extravagantly large mansion carved out of the stone, by far the richest of the village lived there.

It seemed to be your usual nobles taking advantage of the poor situation in this village. A problem that Ichirou might dedicate his time to fixing once he and Athos had taken care of the pest that resided here.

[Hazama]

Is it really a surprise that Athos had come to help? The man who stood at a towering six feet and seven inches would have stuck out like a sore thumb moving in the village, so he avoided the general eye by sticking to the shadows and moving swiftly once he was inside the town. It wasn't needed, per say, but the way this town looked, poverty was big. It could be more beneficial for no one to know who he was, or to have seen him, if he decided to raise a bit of hell once this was all said and done.

Of course, as he came into the Inn, the owner looked at him and just gestured towards where Ichirou would be. I mean, two fit, armed men coming in so relatively close to one another? Of course they were together.

Speaking of being armed, this time Athos had brought two weapons with him, three if you want to get technical. On his back rested the large broadsword that was Rebellion, on his waist was the sword known as Oken, and on his elbows and knees were the pieces of technology that he called Tutumen, something he had personally created. Besides that, he wore the same thing as last time, a basic sleeveless black shirt and pants to match, with no shoes.

As he came up to the door of the room, if it was unlocked he'd walk into the room but if it was locked, well, he'd knock on it. But he did make sure to try the handle first.