"Your cursed technique..." He begins, his voice deep and chilling, resonating throughout the large and empty halls of the temple. He's larger than any person you'd ever seen before. And he's made sure to show you just how small you are. He's imposing, leaning over you as you bow to him, your forehead pressed to the ground.

"It is unlike anything I've ever seen." His words sound like praise, but his tone shows intrigue in a way that is almost menacing. "It's something I'd like to see again." He says, one of his four hands resting atop your head, his fingers gripping your hair lightly and forcing you to look up at him.

He takes a moment, studying you carefully with all three of his eyes. A pleased smirk stretches across the corner of his lips, "You will be mine." He decides. And he'll be sure to train you properly, forge that technique of yours into a proper weapon...then you'll face him someday.