You’re exceedingly rare with an awe-inspiring power. You have a large presence that inspires others to constantly look to you for leadership and guidance.
So then the Samurai was speechless! Likely at the prospect of TOTAL ASS DEVASTATION.
“That’s right, Jack. I hope you are not too attached to your backside. Because by the end of your journey, it will be rendered a hypothetical construct!”
Well… Perhaps, he could fight fire with fire…
Jack drew out the sword, then turning the handle in his hand with an inquisitive expression which soon became deadpan. This time, he will use a flat side of the blade…
”I would not be so sure, Aku…”
The sight of that sword being drawn was cause for concern. Suddenly Aku didn’t look nearly as mirthful as he had just a moment ago.
Alright, while I admit that the starting point for your idea has its merits– consider this! Instead of using slaves or other mindless lackeys to do the honors, why not man this twenty mile chain entirely with copies of… ourselves?
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Er.. was that the right way to put it? He still wasn’t quite used to addressing other versions of himself, even after all this time.
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You know what they say. If you want something done right, you had best do it yourself, hmm?
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“The thought has crossed my mind, yes. Indeed, punishment would be best administered by none other than Aku himself. But that will only work if the Samurai has been disarmed of his sword.”
“BLARGH! Keep that stuff away from me, Samurai! You may have slowed me down but you will not stop me from crafting the World’s Largest Spanking Machine!”
“Which you will be the FIRST TO TRY!”
Now he knows where Azura could get this kinky sinning attitude as well…
He surely must take her away from the city…
So then the Samurai was speechless! Likely at the prospect of TOTAL ASS DEVASTATION.
“That’s right, Jack. I hope you are not too attached to your backside. Because by the end of your journey, it will be rendered a hypothetical construct!”
“Yes! On his hands and knees, the Samurai will crawl through a maze of pain ten miles long.”
”No — TWENTY! And his backside will endure the strikes of a thousand hands each brandishing chains, crops and paddles. When he has reached the end of his journey, he will beg for an end to his agony and humiliation. And I shall be there to oblige him with the promise of DEATH.”
Casper paid close attention to his words as he spoke. Gods. Magic. An emperor that became a hero with that magic. It was like listening to a fairy tale, except, he was right here in front of her. In tree form. But there.
Aku mentioned he could feel his power returning, it made her wonder what it was that was making it happen. Steadily, forces so powerful did eventually knit itself back together, that’s what people did, and nature. The same could be said for cosmic forces beyond human understanding.
For Gods who watched over the world itself.
“Does that make you a kind of God?” Casper asked. “Given your origin?”
‘Strictly in the sense that I possess unspeakable power, I am an almighty god of darkness, destruction and discord. I am not, however, one of Them.’
Vishnu, Odin, Ra, Zues. He was absolutely not of their sanctimonious ilk.
‘Before the gods ever existed, there was darkness and disarray. From that primordial cloud of chaos, Aku was born. Then came matter, then dust and finally the Titans who ruled the cosmos. Until they were slain by the very gods whom they had birthed.’
It was no wonder that humans looked to the gods as their makers. Betrayal ran thick in their blood.
‘It was those very same gods who crafted the Emperor’s sword. And now I am here, trapped once again within the Earth thanks to those righteous fiends.’
“BLARGH! Keep that stuff away from me, Samurai! You may have slowed me down but you will not stop me from crafting the World’s Largest Spanking Machine!”
The Shogun of Sorrow 