Samurai of Time makes his entrance

"Ok...You can do this. Don't be nervous." Hiro looked up at the glorious hall entrance. It was so beautiful in his eyes, he had never seen anything like it.

"It reminds me of my old Dojo only bigger," he paused. "And before the accident..."

You don't need them Hiro, the voice in his head began speaking once again. Slaughter them all! Show them who's stronger!

"SHUT UP!" Hiro screamed aloud, his voice echoing around him. "You don't know me Oni! You know nothing about me! It's been almost four years since that incident and I'm lonely! I need someone, anyone. Someone besides you."

We've known each other for almost ten years now Hiro, we're practically related. And besides, a human was the one that gave you that scar, or have you forgotten already? Heed my warning Hiro, you will disappoint them, just like you did your family. Don't grow attached... The voice faded from his subconscious as it always does after tormenting him. His aura of pride and what he thought was courage transformed into nervousness once again. Why must Oni torment him every time he tried to be brave.

He approached the the large doors and swung them open. They made a much louder creak than he had hoped for. He was almost taken back by the number of people he saw sitting around and laughing. It's been years since he'd seen so many people in one place that he cracked a small smile, before immediately frowning once more. His left hand clenched his sheathed katana, trying to stop it from clanking on his armor, but proved almost useless with how much his hand was shaking. He looked around one last time as he took a large sigh, and marched forward.

With his head held high he made it only a few steps before lowering his head and looking at the floor. Now he just wanted to get out of there and find the guildmaster and hopefully not draw any attention to himself. He could feel his body still shaking as he passed by multiple people, hoping no one payed him any mind.

He could feel his footsteps picking up in pace the longer he was in that entrance hall. He wasn't sure how many eyes were focused on him, nor did he really want to know. That was when Hiro felt it, a large amount of magic power, something he hasn't felt in almost years.

That was when the guildmaster landed just in front of him, with a vicious thud, causing Hiro to instinctively grip Timepiercer even tighter. The boots were the only thing he could see as the man asked the question. He slowly rolled his head upwards, taking in the magnificent red armor before him.

So he's just like me. That's reassuring. Hiro thought to himself. He eyed the man. His eyes made Hiro slightly uncomfortable. Those were the eyes of power and confidence, something Hiro sorely lacked. Scanning every part of his body, from his head to his hands, Hiro found no signs of nervousness or weakness, just pure power and confidence.

Alright, you can do this. Remember, confidence. He could feel his hands shaking once more. Drops of sweat began to fall down his forehead. He hoped so much that this man didn't see or sense his weakness.

Um, hello. Crap. There it was, his first words and he already sounded nervous. Damn his low self esteem.

Release me Hiro. Show this man what true power feels like. The voice appeared once more, taunting him even more.

NOT NOW ONI! Hiro thought in his head. He had to calm his bloodlust, as hard as that was.

I'm just looking for the guildmaster. You don't happen to know where I could find him do you? He looked down as he spoke, refusing to look into his eyes.

RELEASE ME!!

Hiro tensed up, his eyes closing faster than he'd ever closed them before. Oni has never shouted at him this loud before. Why now?

Will you shush. Then he realized what just happened. He spoke aloud, albeit a whisper. He cursed up and down in his mind, praying to anything out there that this man had not just heard his slip up. He made eye contact once again, standing a little more taller, trying to show his confidence to this man who may become his new guildmate. He must not show any sign of weakness, not yet.