Originally Posted by
KingofPie
"....ONLINE INSTRUCTIONAL VIDEOS?! NOW LISTEN HERE, FORGET THESE INSTRUCTIONS. FORGET ULTIMATE BUSHIDO EVEN! SWORDSMANSHIP, TRUE SWORDSMANSHIP IS TAUGHT FACE TO FACE! THROUGH PRACTICE, SPARRING BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS! YOU TELL ME YOU SEEK TO LEARN THE WAY OF THE SWORD BUT FOR THREE YEARS YOU NEVER SOUGHT OUT A MASTER?!" The Masamune called out. "LISTEN HERE, TO MASTER THE SWORD YOU MUST LEARN THE BASICS AND YOU MAY START BY LEARNING FROM EITHER I OR THE SAINT OF THE SWORD, FROGSPIERRE. FOR WE ARE THE SOLE TWO MASTERS OF ULTIMATE BUSHIDO IN THIS REALM!"
The dark clouds ripped open and a giant outpouring if yellow globular mass exited from it, pouring into the lookout floor. It smelled of melted cheddar. And following that, a figure that looked suspiciously like...Totoma?
Within seconds, the glob shaped itself into the form of a man, a form familiar to those who had fought his progenitor, the original Jagam many years ago. Bio-Jagam grinned and took a brief look at his surroundings.
This was earlier than scheduled. That rotten half-human was the cause of this. But the plan remained the same. Follow the temporal anomalies to find the tools needed to complete the Wise One's vision. It was one of the frogs that was to rip the veil to the chronostream, and it took but a glance for Bio-Jagam to know which one to thank.
But now was no time for any exchange. The legendary blade was the object he'd needed. "Say Cheese!" Bio-Jagam spoke quickly. For a brief few seconds, the sound of a click! was heard as everyone in the surrounding area froze. It was picture perfect. During this frozen time, Bio-Jagam raised his wrist, shouting, "String Cheese!" and thin strands of muenster lashed out, latching onto the Muramasa and pulling it into Bio-Jagam's palm.
As the spell dissipated, the dark clouds appeared again and the fondue fiend was nowhere to brie seen.
To make matters all the more confusing, the Katchin Squadron suddenly barreled down, out of a room in the Lookout, seeming nearly exasperated.
"We couldn't stop him from stealing the blade, darn it!" P-Sta snapped. ""We knew he'd be here, but we still weren't prepared enough!"
"But..." N-Ten began. "Did we get the tracker on him?"
P-Cee, who was apparently present the entire time, grew to full size and gave a thumbs up. "I did. As soon as he landed here. I managed to pin it on him. He didn't notice a thing."
"Hops will be happy to hear that," X-Bo nodded, folding his arms. "We should reconvene at HQ, I guess, right chief?" He inquired, looking towards Durive, who merely nodded.
With that, a temporal vortex opened up, the four Katchin Squad members exited in a temporal bubble, vanishing in a flash, leaving Durive, Frogspierre, Inanna, Praxat, and the mysterious, Totoma-looking figure behind.
Durive blinked once, letting silence permeate the area. He then hastily drew a picture of what appeared to be a blade and waved it in front of the smaller frog amongst them. It appeared that Praxat had no choice but to learn swordsmanship from Frogspierre now that the Masamune was gone....or the Muramasa. Wait....but both were said...but both can't be true!
That's right! the timeline was in flux! And Durive had a time arrest to make! The miniature chief turned back towards Praxat blowing a whistle loudly to indicate she was still under arrest.