Waking up in the mourning is not one of Joe's favorite things. He rather fight a dragon than the sun through his window. But what must be done, must be done. Joe opened his eyes and rolled out of bed... or tree, as he found out after a short drop. Ingoring the 50ft fall he stood and streched.
*yawn*" Well today is the day." he said.
Going behind the tree he grabed a well hididen Odachi from a grove behind the tree. He like many other Biju found that these days Odachi where long shought after, and made great gifts for young mariages.(for those wondering a Odachi is a very long(5-7), very heavie kattana.)This one was called Kurosuwano-no-Tsurugi and had a maze like design on it's white scabbard that also repeated on the blade and hilt. It was a work of a master swordsmith who's name is now long forgotten. Joe smiled.
"Old man would have wanted me to part with you old one. Our time has ended." He said respectfuly.
Joe was done with sword. Not even gaurds that didn't happen to remember him on the list and charged him with 40 or so of it's members where able to make him draw. If you feel sorry, do, Joe's pioson changes person to person, and he has only a vague idea what will happen when he stabs someone. One of them started to sprote mushrooms all over his body as Joe walked into teh castle.