Hayate crept ever so quietly up towards the only entrance to the tent. And with his ears open he tried to hear what the voices inside were saying. He judged by the size of the tent that there could be anywhere between three and seven men inside and needed to be certain that he wasn’t about to be in a bad situation. He held his breath as he identified at least four separate voices chattering beyond the thin fabric.

Are you ready Yamato? Hayate asked as he brought his hand back up to the hilt of his Nodachi.

Merely say the words my master.

Then Hayate pulled his large katana from his back and spoke the required incantation. His swords faded out of reality and the same glowing pool of crimson energy surrounded the young man’s feet. The light was bright and inside he heard as someone pointed it out. He didn’t have time to summon the full form of his monster and only conjured the left arm of the Corpse King. It took shape as a larger than life replacement for his own arm he lost and by the time it fixed itself on his shoulder the cloth of the tent flew open.

To the bastards who opened the tent’s surprise he was met with a powerful left hook from Hayate’s spectral arm sending him fling though the tent and out the other side. The young man leapt through the folds of the tent and disappeared for a while. All that Beth could see from her position was a red light from under the edges of the tent and random people fly out one after another. She observed that the others in the quarry hadn’t yet noticed the chaos ensuing within.

“Please, what do you want?” the last man in the tent asked as he graveled at former lord of Yukon’s feet. He wore the cloths of a business man and not a fighter. Hayate had found the man who organized holding the quarry hostage. He had found the man who had become a thorn in the side of the Brotherhood. Hayate had found the head he was asked to retrieve for Lord Osiris.

“Tell me,” Hayate said looking down on the man. “are those people in the mine you men, or you slaves?”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“Begging for your life isn’t a good look.”

Then in one mighty movement Hayate grabbed the man by his shoulders before using his wakasashi to remove his head.
They didn’t spend long in Stonevale managing to accomplish the task in a matter of hours. And in another few they would be back home in Whitevale. Hayate had let the cat out of the bag and displayed his powers to yet another person. While he believed Beth to be a good person and someone he should worry about still having others know how strong he was always lead to trouble, infight even.