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-= HONTA'S PERSPECTIVE, 8 HOURS AGO =-
You find yourself staring face to face with someone unfortunately familiar to you, though you haven't seen them for a few years. He's scowling back at you, and a halo hovers just above his head. His energy feels considerably different than it did when he was alive, and...reduced, somehow, even though it's about as strong as it should be. You can't quite place why that is.
"Allow me to get this straight. You will free me from my prison and allow me to go through reincarnation if I complete the brat's training?" Garlic inquires, turning his gaze from you over to Kami, who nods.
"That is correct." Kami replies.
"I refuse." Garlic says, rage smoldering in his eyes. Kami sighs out, seeming to have expected this.
"Very well." Kami says, raising his hands and starting to exert his magic power again.
"W-wait a minute!" Garlic cries out, causing Kami to raise an eyebrow and pause what he was doing. "I simply mean that the reward is not enough! Haven't you ever heard of haggling?" He frantically asks, waving his hands around.
"Yes. I don't care for it." Kami replies, before furrowing his brow. "What would you accept for the task?" He asks.
"Resurrect me, perhaps?" Garlic suggests, hopeful. Kami immediately shakes his head. "Alright, fine! You're asking a lot from me, but...how about you put in a good word for me down there. My crimes are hardly worth what they'd put me through, so I at least want a more lenient sentence from the pencil pushers in the otherworld." He suggests. Kami seems to think it over for a few seconds, before nodding.
"I can accept these terms. You shall train Honta for as long as he can tolerate, and in return you will get a greatly reduced sentence." He says, offering his hand to his former pupil. The two shake hands, and you can sense a great amount of lifeforce transferring from Kami into Garlic, solidifying his otherwise ethereal form. Kami sighs out in utter weariness, looking as though he'd aged a full year in just a few seconds...
Garlic flexes his muscles for a few seconds, grinning malevolently. For a second, you expect him to do something, before he catches your attentive look and frowns. He jerks his head towards the door to the time chamber, frowning.
"Let's get a move on already. I only have a year's worth of lifeforce in me, so we can't waste time. Wouldn't be a damn point to trying to do as I please if I'll just keel over dead the second I do something..." He says, revealing his purpose for not rampaging as you know he desperately wishes to. Whatever Kami told him he'd be punished with in hell must be REALLY unpleasant, if he'd stoop to working with his killers just to avoid it...
The two of you enter the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, looking out upon an endless white expanse of nothingness. The sight is otherworldly and strange, and takes your breath away with how strange it is.
