"And we will stop it, or die trying. Although I'm not quite ready to die yet," Atma told Hatsu. There was truth in his words. As they made it back to the hideout Atma realized he would have to was his shirt as it was partially covered in blood, but if it stained it would just look like it was part of the shirt. He pulled his scarf down to expose his face again and he sat against a wall. He brought out a a whet stone and started the long process of going to sharped every blade on the daggertail. The kunai were always saved for last because they were much easier to maintain when compared to the daggertail. Atma looked up at Hatsu and told him, "Go inside and get some food and drink for yourself. You deserve it. And when the others get back we're gonna celebrate." Atma hoped there would be cake. He really liked cake. The last time someone offered him some cake though they had lied about it, which wasn't cool.