The Blood of Demons, and the Steel of Samurai. -Accepting-

[Zahzi]

Fuma watched the two silently.
As he was given his arm, he looked at it before taking it.
"..."

He then tried to put it back where it would be, but before he could begin strapping it in, it melded in on its own.
"......Know what? I'm done questioning it...SURE. Let's go outside..." he groaned.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"By all means, ask all your questions." Arashi chuckled as he exited the dark room and went down a hall to a set of stairs.

"I am here now to answer what I can. All else will fall upon your friends." He added as he began to walk down.  

[Zahzi]

"Alright. Let's start simply. Who am I, and why do I not have a body?" Fuma asked bluntly.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I am told by your friends that your name is Tosai Fuma" Arashi answered at the bottom of the stairs, looking up to the set of armor patiently.

"As for your lack of flesh, like mine, that is simple. Your body died in battle, but your spirit lived on like all others."  

[Zahzi]

"My friends?" Fuma asked, quizzically.

"And what kind of friends would know how to do...This?" he added, pointing to his own general direction.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"None." Arashi answered bluntly.

"Your friends had no idea how to bring you back, only that it was possible as it had been many times before with other people. That is where I came in. I knew the rituals, and brought your spirit back." He sighed heavily, looking away.

"Or I hope I brought it back anyway..."  

[Zahzi]

"So you brought me back from the dead?" Fuma asked with a grunt.

"That doesn't SOUND like a normal practice..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"It's not." Arashi grunted back. "It's insult to the course of nature, but it was one I was willing to give after what you did for my people."  

[Zahzi]

"......And what did I do for your people?" Fuma asked after a minute of silence.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"A Lord of Demons attacked my village. Our numbers in fighters were few, and we were greatly outnumbered. While my daughter and a few others tried to escort the people away from town, I among others fought." Arashi answered, slowly grabbing at his armless shoulder.

"We were losing, and just as the demons were about the overwhelm us, you along with your friends came. We had no idea who you were or why you were here. But you charged into battle, roaring like a beast and fighting as if it were your own home your defending. Your help saved the village, but at a grim cost... Your life."  

[Zahzi]

"...I see." Fuma replied after a moment.

".......Where is my sword..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Upstairs, near where you woke up." Arashi replied.

"I will wait for you outside." He turned and walked away, leaving Fuma alone.  

[Zahzi]

Fuma watched him leave, silently.
He then turned around to go back into the room from before, looking for his sword.

After finding it. He held the handle while the other remained on the sheathe. He opened it, looking at the blade, remaining quiet.

He then closed it and left the room, trying to follow the old man.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

In the world outside, Arashi and Fuma were at home located at the top of a small hill, which looked down upon more houses and buildings which made the village. To their backs was a steep mountain side, and in every other corner were empty spaces for a few miles and then dense forests beyond.

Arashi stood just outside the entrance of his home, looking down at the village. He gave a heavy sigh as his gaze turned to the edge of the city, where a lone person stood facing the forest.  

[Zahzi]

After a few minutes, Fuma stood next to him, remaining silent.