no snakes allowed.

Did…did they not know who Ose was? Most guild masters and leaders had at least heard about Ose and his deceitful work. He hadn’t even bothered with a disguise or a new form, yet it seems, Tezcatlipoca, didn’t recognize him. This could work to Ose’s favor however…

Time to play the role of a young, naive fan.

“ An autograph would be amazing! I’m such a big fan, Tezcatlipoca. I couldn’t help but approach when i saw you, it’s so exciting!”

Damn he was convincing. That eager look in his eyes, the excitement in his voice. It was hard to tell he had ulterior motives for approaching Tez.

 “Of course! Si si. You must have heard about me! Little duke!” of hell. there wasn’t much respect given to the other, considering, but information was key and Tez was someone who was feeling lazy right now to confirm information on a source that would change at a moment notice. Then again, Tez is guitly of assuming many forms too...

“WELL, I have fooled even a god….but unfortunately, it seems I am the last one…”

 “Unfortunate, but what will you do now.”

❝Rough day? You wanna talk about it? You wanna just go fuckin’ crazy and smash a vase? I got some furniture you can destroy, if you wanna. Like, just make sure you clean up the mess.❞ Virote Srisati, your trusty life coach friend, here to be the bootleg Dr. Phil in life! ❝Don’t be glum, chum. Tell ya boy what’s up.❞

 “I have a sacrifice [orgy] at five pm, unfortunatley there is nothing to talk of.” its not as if he needed the life coach, having been the life coach several times in his life and not really needing the effort to do so. 

“What? You want to know more about me little boy? Are you sure? Are you really sure?” meeting someone who might be a fan of his lucha identity was perhaps odd, since he never bothered to be like that outside of the ring,  then again...

 “Ah, ahahaha. Ah.”

 “Oh hahahahaahhaa- 

♚.} ❝ Surround him! Don’t give the intruder a moment to escape! ❞ Orders from the Chess Soldier resonate to fellow subordinates as they march forward into the center of Flour Town. With weapons in tow, the Bishops are quick to circle around Tezcatlipoca —  an unusually fast response for one who arrived mere moments ago.

     The soldiers remain unwavering in their diligence, ready to strike at any given opportunity but hold off. Silence is inevitably broken by the approaching sounds of heavy footsteps and clatter of metal boot studs. The Minister of Flour, Charlotte Katakuri, enters the scene. He had foreseen the deity’s appearance to his home base of Komugi Island through his advanced Observation Haki. Katakuri responded accordingly by deploying the Bishop Soldiers and King Soldiers to inform Big Mom of this new presence into her territory.

     ❝ Awaiting your next order, Commander. ❞ speaks one of the soldiers. ❛ Don’t attack unless provoked. ❜ replies Katakuri as piercing red eyes are locked to Tezcatlipoca. Sizing him up, no less. ❛ We don’t know what it’s capable of yet. ❜

The god of sacrifice, some would say. Because his ritual involved willing sacrifices to him, to the glory and fortune of a nation, but that time is long pass, or rather his own world had exiled him, and he exiled himself. there were too many schematics to think about but right now, there was amusement in his eye, his own being was standing tall on top of the sweet roof, everywhere he looked there was sugar, everywhere. 

 “It seems my answer, has arrived.” 

  His form is somewhat blurry, like a illusion as he descends into the ground, soft , booted legs making contact, a soft thud. 

Nobunaga makes giraffe noises.

God of the night and the dead, A mystery of the old world. Knowing all thoughts and knowing as the smoking mirror,   Tezcatlipoca looks around, the blood of a sacrificed human still fresh as he escapes into the new world at night. 

He finds himself on an island filled with giant sweets, the smell a bit sickening, and souls within everything.