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Nobutoshi

"What are you looking at?"

0 · 262 views · located in Nippon, based on Japananese classic history.

a character in “Canine Warriors of Nippon”, as played by Sonata

Description

Name: Nobutoshi [恮恶ćØ恗]
Nickname: Nobu
Gender: Male
Power: Super Strength - he's able to bite through a steel car bumper and flip a four-door car. Once he bites, he won't let go until it either comes off or he rips it off.
Satomi Orb and Bandana: YÅ«ki (å‹‡ę°—) - courage/bravery - red bandana with grey Satomi Orb.
Appearance: Image
He has light scars from scratches, his right ear is torn from dog bites, his nose has a pink scar from a cut, and his right eye is silver from partial blindness.
Personality: Nobutoshi is wary of others. His whole life existed around illegal dog fights where he was forced to maim his opponents. He has a pessimistic view of the world, and he hopes that by serving the Satomi house he can one day acquire a more positive perspective.

The pitbull is brave and fearless when it comes to danger. He has seen worse things, and so isn't afraid to challenge a foe twice his size. He currently has a difficult time getting along with others. His puphood wasn't full of playing and socializing with his master and other dogs. He was raised to be one thing: a fighter. Because of this, he is defensive and may often question what the other canine means if he suspects insult. He also may have conflicting emotions that frustrate him to the point of aggression if he isn't used to experiencing a certain emotion.

Nobutoshi is pretty arrogant about his strength. He knows he's strong, and isn't ashamed to admit it. However, he isn't a show off.

Overall, the terrier is rough to get along with, but if his trust is ever acquired, he is a very loyal friend.

Other: Nobutoshi managed to flee his master and the underground warehouse where the dog fights occurred. He learned of the Satomi clan from the strays on the streets, and soon joined out of hope and curiosity.

Creator: Sonata

So begins...

Nobutoshi's Story

#, as written by Sonata
The black pitbull had taken his time. While most of the dogs had gotten up early, inspected their manes and teeth, and performed all sorts of morning rituals, Nobutoshi had crawled out of bed. He had slept in an alley upon a pile of stolen laundry and a few other stolen objects that he happened to rip free: cart wheel, a tough ship rope, and scattered cotton and wood pieces that had once been childrenā€™s toys. He leisurely crossed the bridge as dogs old and young scampered past him, smelling of excitement.

Should I be feeling like that? a dog somewhere inside him had wondered. As much as he felt he should have, the emotion hadnā€™t blossomed within him.

Once he had crossed the bridge, crowding the Satomi House like groupies were dogs of various breeds, shapes, and sizes. There were barks, howls, and yips of conversation. The frankincense seeping from the rice paper doors seemed to imply that the building was of great importance. His grey and argent eyes glanced from one dog to the next, watching them jump, spin, and dance with enthusiasm.

Nobu was just another dog in the crowd until he neared its edge. Several eyes were then upon him as he padded toward the doors of the Satomi House, his black claws clicking upon the stone pavement.

Where is he going?

I think heā€™s one of the contendersā€¦

What is a beat-up old dog like that going to do for the Satomis?

Maybe they need a meat shield.

The dogs at the front of the crowd began to bark with laughter. Nobuā€™s muzzle rolled back, flashing his teeth as an irritable growl escaped him. The soft threatening growl had immediately quieted the laughter of the gossip hounds.

Ah! I think he heard us.

Once the pitbull vanished through the doors, the dogs resumed laughing.

The inside of the building was quieter and more bearable than the outside. With his head shoulder-level, Nobu glanced over the dogs who sat proudly upon the pillows, noting that one was asleep. The husky had caused a slight, amused smirk to twist at the corner of his mouth. Was the ceremony that interesting? Before the dogsā€™ pillows were placards with strange symbols written on them. The pitbull just glanced to each one, unable to understand what was written, and it frustrated him to try. Nobu settled upon his haunches, sitting at the foot of the rows, and trying not to make it look obvious that he was confusedā€”to no avail. It bothered him a little to think that he could have been there for no reason just like how the other dogs outside had teased. His name might not have even been there, and he would look like a complete fool.

#, as written by Sonata
The pitbullā€™s ears lifted when Mizuki chimed a greeting. He could feel her energy and even though her voice was shrill and harsh, there was warmth in it. If his tail wasnā€™t docked, he would have had one to wag. Instead, his little nub wiggled a little.

Yeah, are ya too shy to come and search for your name or something?

That had caused his tail to go still. The pitbull regarded the Akita coldly. If dogs could frown, he would have. Takeshi might have thought that he was being funny, but Nobu didnā€™t. If he had been next to him, he would have bit him in the face, but the Akita had confirmed his suspicions. The placards did have the dogsā€™ names on them.

Princess Fuse may not have minded where he sat, but the dogs who were supposed to sit on those pillows would.

The dogs then got into an argument over him. One was trying to sympathize with him as though he were some pitiful pup. Nobuā€™s snout wrinkled as he growled, ā€œI donā€™t need thisā€¦ā€

The pitbull walked out of the house with his teeth bared like a bulldog. The dogs that had been talking about him earlier began snickering to each other to see him come back out.

Rejected already.

I saw it coming.

Nobu snapped his head to his left, glaring wildly at the gossip hounds. The hounds gazed back with their ears flat and tails between their legs. Nobu snorted and resumed his walk back toward the bridge. These dogs thought they were better than him, and it pissed him off.

#, as written by Sonata
Hey! Please wait!

Nobu would have kept walking if he hadnā€™t recognized the voice. Usually dogs didnā€™t call out to him. If they did, there was always a friend or acquaintance standing behind him. The pitbull stopped and turned his head to gaze at the Pom Pom, confirming that it had been the little female from before. Nobu didnā€™t know why she had followed him. Wasnā€™t she fixed on becoming a warrior? What did he matter?

ā€œYouā€™re going to miss your chance,ā€ Nobu warned her. If Princess Fuse decided to appear and knight the dogs who were there as the canine warriors, then the Pom Pom in all her excitement would have missed the boat.

#, as written by Sonata
Nobu gazed softly at the Pomeranian before him. She was considerate, but at the cost of her own happiness. He saw the worry in her eyes. She wanted to be a warrior badly, but why risk such a dream on a stray? His silver eyes glinted when she ignored his warning and pleaded for him to go back. Like most dogs, she assumed his scars meant that he had warrior potential, but the scars he acquired were not from honorable battles. They were from abuse; torture; Hellā€¦

The Pitbull turned back toward the Satomi House. He didnā€™t want the Pom Pom to miss her opportunity. Regardless if it would have been her fault entirely, he was also to blame for knowing she wouldnā€™t go back without him.

ā€œLetā€™s get you back,ā€ Nobu said plainly.

He didnā€™t comment on her warrior statement. Honestly, he never knew what to say when someone would compare him to an actual warrior. They came before the crowd of hounds who began murmuring among themselves. Nobu walked Mizuki back into the Satomi House (assuming she followed), but he didnā€™t follow her into the doorway. He stayed behind the wall so the others wouldnā€™t know he returned, and told Mizuki, ā€œBe a good girl and stay. You donā€™t know me, so you have no reason to waste your time following me. Go live your dream.ā€

#, as written by Sonata
Nobu watched Mizuki enter through the doors. She was disappointed to learn that he wouldnā€™t be going with her, but she would get over it. When she mentioned Princess Fuse, Nobu was also shocked to learn that Princess Fuse had appeared while they were gone. The pitbull sank to the floor and crawled close to the doorway to peek inside. The princess was like something out of a dream. The warmth she emanated and the orbs that hovered about her. She forgave Mizuki for being late, and Nobu felt relieved to have returned her in time.

He watched the princess join the sleepy husky with a blue bandana and orb. He hadnā€™t seen it do anything amazing but shine when she touched it. Nobu waited until Mizuki was given her bandana before he rose and headed out the building. The dogs said nothing this time. They instead silently watched him as he went back over the bridge.

Kusa Village

The cart shook, and the ox turned his head to peer at the merchantā€™s cart to see a stray dog sniffing about the supplies.

ā€œWhat are you doing?ā€ the ox questioned.

Nobu sniffed about the jars, crates, and sacks. He grasped the sack between his teeth and then ripped a hole in it as slabs of salted beef slid out. The pitbull grabbed a 12 oz steak and then hopped out of the cart.

ā€œSo youā€™re just going to steal my masterā€™s meat and run?ā€

Nobutoshi stopped and set down the steak. He gazed back at the ox and answered, ā€œI donā€™t run. I can just as easily rip your master to pieces. I do what I can to survive.ā€

ā€œIf you got yourself a master like all the other dogs, then you wouldnā€™t have to steal.ā€

Nobutoshi growled at the ox for suggesting such a thing. ā€œIā€™ve had enough of masters.ā€

He then settled down with his meal. He had the slab of meat lying upon the foreleg of his right paw and his left foreleg held it in place as he gnawed on it.

ā€œWhere are you from?ā€ the ox asked curiously.

ā€œA big, ugly city,ā€ Nobu replied.

ā€œSeiā€™an? I wouldnā€™t say itā€™s ugly.ā€

Nobu snorted.

ā€œYouā€™ve come a long way. What brings you to Kusa Village?ā€

ā€œI heard about dog warriors being here. ā€˜Turns out theyā€™re all a bunch of spoiled hounds who think theyā€™re better than everyone. Who wants to join that club?ā€

ā€œNo oneā€™s perfect.ā€

ā€œWhy are there dog warriors any way?ā€

ā€œYou havenā€™t heard of the demon, Orochi?ā€

Nobu finished the steak and licked the blood from his legs and chops. ā€œThe only demons Iā€™ve seen are human beings. They use you, and when you canā€™t serve them anymore, they get rid of you. That princess is the same way Iā€™m sure. Rally a group of stupid dogs to throw them at a demon until it dies. Sheā€™ll then keep recruiting hounds to replace the ones that died. Sheā€™ll become a hero without ever having to lift a finger and the dogs that died will be forgotten. You live the same fate. When youā€™re too old to pull that wagon, your master is going to sell you to a slaughter house, and youā€™ll become the beef he sells.ā€

The ox snorted and turned a tan cheek to the stray. ā€œGood day, dog. Life is short for us animals, so I hope you enjoy your freedom.ā€

Nobutoshiā€™s maw parted in a grin. ā€œI will.ā€

The pitbull then trotted over to the ox and bit his leg. The ox tossed his head and bellowed angrily. He raised his leg and tried to stomp the dog that bit him. Nobutoshi released him and hopped away before gazing at the ox with a sneer.

ā€œI wanted to taste your blood so the next time I steal a steak I want to be able to tell if it was you or not.ā€

The merchant rushed out of the store when he heard how upset his ox was and saw the stray dog near him. Flailing his arms threateningly, the merchant roared at the pitbull, ā€œGet out of here! Get!ā€

Nobutoshi bolted away from the merchant and turned to watch the man comfort the ox. He brushed his hand along his neck and then inspected his leg that had red teeth marks in it. Untying the bandana from his head, he wrapped the oxā€™s leg and went back to patting him.

ā€œHeā€™s gone; donā€™t worry. That a boy,ā€ he cooed.

Nobutoshi wrinkled his snout at the scene and turned down the alley to head back to his bed.

#, as written by Sonata
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

Nobutoshi had been scowling the whole trek back to his makeshift home behind the houses and along the mountain wall. The ox and his master kept flashing within his mind, forcing him to watch as the merchant lovingly patted the steer. The pitbull snorted and stopped to clear his mind. He spread his paws shoulder-width apart and began shaking his head. His ears and jowls flopped and the shaking travelled to his shoulders, hips, and then finally his hind legs as he kicked one and then the other. What was he getting angry for? Nobutoshi was still convinced that the oxā€™s funeral was having his throat slit and being torn to pieces for his meat. Padding over to his bed, a tired moan left his muzzle as he stepped onto the pile of stolen laundry and tipped over onto his side. He hadnā€™t noticed the fluffball in his bed as he rolled onto his back with his feet in the air. He wiggled about to scratch his back before he settled upon his size. A relieved breath escaped his nostrils in a huff as he then closed his eyes.

#, as written by Yorda
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

Angel slept quite soundly for a while, dreaming of chasing a rabbit through the fields... but she was suddenly woken by something heavy dropping on top of her. The tiny dog lay there stunned for a moment before starting to wiggle and kicking frantically at whatever was on top of her. "Help! Help! Get it off!" The tiny dog yelped as she struggled to get out from under the oblivious pit bull. Who knew a nap would be so dangerous?!

Weather because the pit bull got up or Angel wiggled free, eventually the tiny dog was able to get to her feet and spun to face the larger dog. Her ears were back submissively. Angel was startled, but not looking for a fight. He could probably eat her in one bite anyway. "Uh.. sorry.. Is this.. your bed..?" She asked sheepishly. "Angel thought it was abandoned... uh.. did Angel... Angel didn't scratch you did she? A-are you okay..?" Despite her nervousness, or maybe because of it, Angel was speaking rather quickly. One glance at the pit bull told the ball of fluff he knew how to fight, which lead her to another question. "Are you one of the canine warriors?! Ooh! Do you know where the Satomi house is?! Angel was suppose to be there but.." Here the chihuahua paused, feeling quite embarrassed. "Angel got lost..." Some canine warrior she would make.. if she even got the chance to join after this.

#, as written by Sonata
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

There was a wiggling beneath him, and then cries for help that startled the pitbull. His grey and white eyes flew open, and then he rolled opposite of Angel out of his bed. With a rumbling growl, he walked a circle to face a creature he hadnā€™t expected to see. It was white, fluffy andā€¦tiny. Nobutoshiā€™s eyes were wide and his one floppy ear was perked as he gazed uponā€¦a mouse? As Angel began talking, he extended his scarred nose toward her and began sniffing her face before he turned his head to sniff her bottom. It didnā€™t smell like a rodent. In fact, it smelled much like a dog. Nobutoshi reared his head back in confusion. He had thought the Pom Pom was the smallest dog he had ever seen, but this runt took the cake.

Are you one of the canine warriors?!...

ā€œNo; I am not,ā€ answered Nobutoshi. He then motioned in the direction of the Satomi House with his grey head. ā€œThe Satomi House is that way just beyond the bridge. This is a small village so you canā€™tā€¦ā€ He inspected the chihuahuaā€™s size in brief silence. The pitbull had seen rats bigger than her. Kusa Village must have looked like a city. ā€œJust follow the dirt road.ā€

Stepping back into his bed, he nudged the chihuahua out with his nose before he slumped back down. His hind legs stretched out and his forelegs extended before him as he rested his head. The snowball wanted to be a canine warrior? As much as he found it amusing because of her miniature size, he wasnā€™t going to question it. She could prepare dog treats, make sure the water dishes remain full, and groom the warriorsā€™ backsides. He didnā€™t mentally laugh at her too much. Nobutoshi felt that for Angel to state her mission without falter was pretty bold. She must not have cared what others thought of her.

#, as written by Yorda
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

Angel giggled when the larger dog put his nose close to her for a sniff. She licked his nose before he pulled away and wagged her tail a little. Well he didn't eat her, that was a good start! As the pit spoke, the white ball of fluff turned to look towards the street, only to let out a surprised help when she was nudged out of the bed. The nap was officially over now it seemed. Still, the little rest had done Angel good.

The pit got comfy, probably just expecting her to leave, but Angel hesitated. She didn't want to get lost again. Maybe it was her size, or maybe she was just bad with directions. Perhaps both, but Angel had a pension for getting lost and she would like to get to the Satomi house before sun down. After a few moments thought, the tiny dog stood on her back legs so she could put her for paws on her new 'friend'. "You wanna come with Angel?" She asked hopefully. "We can play a game or something! It'll be fun!" The larger dog would barely have time to answer before Angel was asking another question. "Did you get to see them? The warriors? Did they all come through here? Well.. probably not through your bed.." Angel let the sentence trail off into a giggle, then refocused to watched the pit intently for his answers. Her bright eyes, one blue and one green, were wide and hopeful and her tail wagged cheerfully behind her.

#, as written by Sonata
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

The pitbull growled lowly when Angel stood and leaned her paws against his shoulder. She then bombarded him with enthusiastic questions: first, about going with her; next, playing; and then finally, the canine warriors. Nobutoshi was going to pretend that he didnā€™t hear her ask him to play, and he clearly wasnā€™t going to go anywhere with her, and so he decided to answer her canine warriors question.

ā€œI saw them because I went to the Satomi House earlier. Theyā€™re nothing special. Why do you want to be a canine warrior so bad any way? What are you expecting to get out of it?ā€

The pitbull gazed down the alley between the houses at the busy dirt road.

#, as written by Yorda
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

Angel perked her ears up and tilted her head as the pit bull spoke, then followed his gaze to the dirt road. The ball of fluff didn't realize she was annoying Nobu. She was just happy to make a friend. A friend that knew how to get to the satomi house no less! and had met the warriors! The pit's question seemed odd to the tiny dog, but she answered it none the less.

"Angel dun wanna get anything out of it.. I just wanna help save the world from baddies!" She exclaimed happily. "Well.. maybe make some friends too.. Angel guesses that's gaining something..." Angel added the last bit rather thoughtfully. before returning her gaze to Nobu.

For a moment Angel wondered if she should run to try and find the Satomi house herself again. The pit didn't seem all that interested in going with her... and maybe she still had time. Yet, this pit seemed a little down to her, Angel didn't want to just leave him there alone. "Angel didn't ask you're name!" The ball of fluff exclaimed suddenly. "Angel is...Angel! What's you're name?" Maybe he just needed a friend too!

#, as written by Sonata
Nobutoshiā€™s Makeshift Home

Nobutoshi listened to Angelā€™s reasons: to save the world from baddies. He thought of the dog fights in Seiā€™an and how he wished he could save them. How could he if he did nothing but lie down and gaze into the past like an old dog? He wasnā€™t that old yet.

You havenā€™t heard of the demon, Orochi?

There were many things he hadnā€™t heard about, and if he had been raised a normal dog, he might have. The pitbull stood and replied to Angelā€™s question, ā€œNobutoshi.ā€ He then turned and lightly grabbed her between his teeth before tossing her onto his back.

ā€œCome; Iā€™ll take you there. I have some questions for the princess.ā€

The pitbull started out of the alley for the street. As he walked, he thought that maybe Angel may have known some things to mitigate the questions he would ask.

ā€œYou said save the world from baddies. What baddies are you talking about?ā€

#, as written by Yorda
Angel gave a little squeak when she was unexpectedly snagged and tossed onto the larger dog's back. It took the ball of fluff a moment to get her barring, but soon she was giggling and wagging her tail. "It's nice to meet you, Nobutoshi!" She announced happily. Angel had never ridden on the back of another dog before, but it didn't take long for her to lay down and get comfortable.

The new view was so distracting that Angel almost missed Nobu's question. "Oh! Orochi and his minions mostly.. but any baddie that threatens Nippon should be taken care of! Don'cha think?" Angel added the last bit as an after thought, tilting her head and looking at Nobu.. or at least looking at the back of his head. Assuming -everyone- knew about Orochi, Angel didn't elaborate on the demon.

The tiny dog was quite enjoying the right Nobu had decided to give her. Her tail wagged the whole time the walked. However, she was eventually distracted by a group of dogs heading down the dirt road with bandannas and glowing orbs. "Are those the warriors?! They are aren't they?!" Then the white dogs ears and tail drooped. "Does that mean Angel's to late...?" Angel had gone from her normally happy self, to super excited, then to sad in about two seconds flat.

#, as written by Sonata
Kusa Village

Orochi and his minions mostly.. but any baddie that threatens Nippon should be taken care of! Don'cha think?

She made it sound so simple. Orochi was so far the only evil mentioned first by the cow and then by the shrimp. Nobutoshiā€™s snout wrinkled. He wanted to ask the snowball what and who was Orochi, but he felt she would make him feel stupid, and then heā€™d have to dump her in the street. The pitbull kept his questions to himself as he headed for the Kusa bridge.

Just passing over the bridge were the dog warriors from before, and if they were free, then it meant the ceremony may have concluded. Nobutoshi ignored them and pretended not to notice them until Angel opened her big mouthā€”for a tiny dog:

Are those the warriors!? They are arenā€™t they!?

Nobutoshi quickened his pace. He was in no mood for her to start a fan girl conversation with them when he was on a mission. He was in no mood to hear their voices, speak with them, or for them to even look at him. The excitement that had deflated in the Chihuahua was heard when Angel asked:

Does that mean Iā€™m too lateā€¦?

The pitbull was hesitant to answer. He wasnā€™t sure, but if Princess Fuse only took in warriors on a certain day, at a certain time, and once a year, then she probably missed a lot of potential. Of course by potential, he meant Angel. Nobutoshi wasnā€™t sure he could handle obeying another master. They had all been the same, and he didnā€™t feel the princess was any different. It was human nature after all.

#, as written by Yorda
Kusa Village

Angel had hopped to her feet in her excitement when she had first seen what she thought was the canine warriors, but as Nobu had hurried on without a word, the tiny dog laid down again, watching the warriors as a palm joined them, also wearing an orb. So little dogs like her could join! With the thought of being too late buzzing in the back of her mind, however, Angel found little comfort in that.

The little dog had quieted down quite a bit by the time they reached the bridge in front of the Satomi house. However, being quiet didn't mean being still. Angel was pretty nervous. The little ball of fluff stood and paced along the bigger dog's back, then sat on his head to stare intently at the Satomi house with her multi colored eyes as they drew closer. The chihuahua liked the view enough that she would likely stay up there as long as Nobu let her, or until she got distracted.

#, as written by Sonata
The pitbull reached the bridge and was relieved that none of the dog warriors had noticed him. He hadnā€™t meant to ruin Angelā€™s fun, but if she wanted to go meet them, then she could have hop off his back and go do so on her own. The bridge that led to the Satomi House wasnā€™t as crowded as it had been that morning. When Nobutoshi realized that he could hear his own thoughts, he noticed that Angel was no longer talking. She had become silent.

He felt her sit on his head, which only made him raise his snout instinctually. His head turned left and right as though he were trying to see her before it lowered back down.

ā€œYouā€™re quiet,ā€ Nobutoshi noted. He had only just met the Chihuahua and he thought it was unusual.

#, as written by Yorda
Outside the Satomi House

Angel had to shift her weight slightly as the pit moved his head in vain attempts to look at her. Despite her nerves turning her stomach in knots, the actions drew a giggle from the tiny chihuahua and even got her tail to wag a couple of times before it tucked between her legs again. All of that movement while angel tried to keep her balance would have made a lovely game any other time.

When Nubu mentioned she was quiet, Angel lowered her ears. "Angel was just.. worried that we're too late.." The fluff ball mumbled. If she didn't have such a horrible sense of direction she would have been early!

It seemed the two didn't have long to wait. When Angel saw the lady in the distance with orbs floating around her she nearly toppled off of Nobu's head in surprise. Angel was as excited as she was nervous now. Her tail, though held low, wagged wildly, bouncing off the pit's head a couple of times, but her ears stayed pinned back. "Hi!" Angel squeaked. She was too worked up to remember to bow. In fact after a couple of moments, Angel stood up and jumped from Nobu's head, landing at Princess Fuse's feet. "Angel's sorry we're late! Angel got lost! Nobutoshi-san helped Angel get here! Uh... Is angel... too late to be a warrior..?" The last word came out as a bit of a whine, but then the chihuahua remembered what Nobu had said earlier. "Oh! Nobutoshi-sun has questions for you!" She exclaimed before looking at the pit. "Right, Nobutoshi-kun?"

#, as written by Sonata
The pitbull continued across the bridge toward the Satomi House.

ā€œWhy worry over what you donā€™t know for certain?ā€ Nobutoshi asked.

In the distance, Princess Fuse stood outside her home with those magical orbs floating around her. Nobutoshi hesitated in his approach, shocked to see her outside as though she had been expecting them. Angel was delighted. She had walked along his skull to his snout and her tail was whacking him between the eyes.

Hi! she alerted.

Well, there was no turning back now. Nobutoshi continued toward the princess as Angel eventually sprang from his face to the ground. He sat on his haunches as she yipped about in her excitement until the word ā€œkunā€ got his attention. The pitbull wrinkled his snout at the snowball. Since when did she call him kun? Seconds after, he realized the spotlight had shifted to him. His ears perked briefly in surprise before the canine turned his cheek to the situation and frowned off to the side. He didnā€™t feel comfortable asking questions in front of Angel. Every dog that had come to the princess knew as much about the world than he did. He knew he was ignorant on some matters, but he was in no mood to rip someoneā€™s face for agreeing with him.

#, as written by Yorda
The Satomi House

Nobutoshi's reaction to Angel's introduction was a little confusing to the fluff ball. Did he change his mind? Was he shy? Her head tilted to the side as she tried to figure it out. However, before Angel could really ask, Princess Fuse spoke the very words Angel had been hoping for! The chihuahua let out a gleeful little howl and started running circles around the Princess's legs as the woman started inside. Angel wasn't thinking about how silly she must look, or how this may have been seen as disrespectful. She was far to excited. She was going to be a warrior!

Despite how happy Angel was, the ball of fluff didn't forget about the new friend that had helped her. She paused just inside the doorway, wagging her tail a mile a minuet. "Are you coming?! You're coming right?! Say you're coming!" Angel let out a yip followed by an excited whine. She wanted to go with the princess, but she didn't want to leave Nobutoshi behind.