Paying for Praying (Open)

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The majin raised a question, to which Saizomaru nodded in confirmation ”Yup, I’m an android.” He gave a small smirk. ”S’why I’ve got X-ray vision, among other things. I wouldn’t try hiding from me, if I were you. You wouldn’t get too far.”

The konatsian, on the other hand, was more suspicious than she was wonderous about Saizomaru’s revelation. He gave her a glance, then a shrug. ”Not a clue about what you mean about ‘that guy’ but if he’s an android too, then… sure.” He was, however, intrigued about who this other person might be. The talk would have to wait, though. They had slightly bigger concerns right now.

After both Saizomaru and Suri had done praying and reconvened in the courtyard with Crotona, they were left with the approaching master of the temple. The pink girl decided that the time for talk was over. ”Oh, right, so it’s bad for me to break someone’s wrist but it’s okay for you to headbutt him in the schnozz?” Not that the android cared. He had done far worse to other people.

However, as Crotona stepped forward, Saizomaru reached out with a hand to her shoulder to stop her. ”Hold up, hold up. I got me a plan.” He pulled the girl back and pulled in the majin with his other arm, pulling them close as he leaned down to their ears. ”Let’s mess with this guy a little. Play along.”

The master approached the steps. Then, he paused. His eyes, widened with shock, glanced at the two monks that were left flat on their face on the ground. Shock switched to anger when his eyes locked onto the three near the dojo entrance. ”YOU!” he shouted as he swung his arm out, a finger pointed at them as though he was threatening them with the tip of a spear. ”Did you do this to my students? Who the hell are you three?”

Saizomaru stood up straight behind his two companions, his hands still on their shoulders. ”Us? Oh, we’re part of the Crouching Ladell, Hidden Spatula school. I am Master Gravyboat and these two are my students.”

The monk growled. His arms tensed and fists clenched tight to where the finger nails dug into the palms of his hands. ”You dare mock me! I’ll thrash you and flail the skin from your body!”

”Whoa, whoa. Hold on just a moment, fat man.” He took his hands from the girls’ shoulders and took two steps back. He leaned up against the doorframe and folded his arms across his chest. ”I don’t think a tubby, balding scrooge like you deserves to fight me. Not yet, anyways. If you can defeat my two students—no, just one of them—then you’ll have proved yourself worthy.”

The scowl of the master shifted slightly to a grin of bloodthirst. ”Fine, then! I accept your challenge!” His arms slipped up the sleeves of his robes, then back out in front of him. The top half of his clothes draped around his waist, revealing the man’s large, rounded belly that was surprisingly toned at the same time. ”I hope you have their graves already dug!”

Saizomaru smirk. Then, he gave a swish of his wrist. ”Students… show the master how mad you are with him.”