<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma slept for the remainder of the day. It was pitch black in the room when he woke with a start. Something wasn't right. The gold of his seemed to glow in the darkness -not bright but just enough to be seen, like a dull light in the distance. Kazuma sat up in the bed. Lifting his hand, he flexed his fingers, curling them into fists. He felt stronger. The sleep had done wonders for him. <br/>
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The sensation that something was off filled his chest. He looked around the room, eyes narrowed with a frown on his lips. He slid off the bed and stood. What was this sensation at the back of his consciousness? It made the hairs on his neck stand. Kazuma inched toward the doorway. With his renewed energy, Kazuma stretched out his senses. His magic was still nothing compared to how he was back in his realm, but it was better than the day before. <br/>
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<i>My sword...</i> Kazuma's frown deepened. He really wanted his sword. Kazuma let out a soft growl as he edged closer to the main room of the house. "<i>I know you're there,</i>" He said softly in his own tongue. When nothing moved, Kazuma stretched out his hand and filled the room with his energy as best he could. It shouldn't take much to flush out the -<br/>
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Kazuma let out a cry of pain as an arrow sunk deep into the soft tissue of his chest. Stumbling backward, he barely caught himself against the wall behind him. Fire ignited in his hand and the flames illuminated the room brightly. Across the room, the figure that had caused his distress revealed herself. Long white ears at the top of her head, coupled with the thick white tail told Kazuma all he needed to know. The kitsune across from him was a favored assassin of his rivaling Oni clan. <br/>
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She flashed a wicked smile and changed her bow for a knife. Kazuma snapped the shaft off, leaving the arrowhead embedded in his chest. It would have to do for now. Fire took hold of both hands as he straightened and met the kitsune assassin head-on.</span>