The Monkey King Arrives
A triumphant grin split his face as his eyes followed Ozymandias' figure until the man crossed the river. Yet, he caught the stern expression plastered on his face and how his eyes darted left and right.
'Is he studying the territory's layout? Despite his annoying arrogance, what a diligent man!'
He chuckled before retrieving the summoning ticket and taking his pitching stance.
Before he could hurl it, Muramasa crossed his arms.
"I'm impressed by how you managed that pharaoh, but I'll remain here just in case someone less reasonable steps out."
He offered the legendary smith a nod of gratitude and threw the ticket. Heart drumming against his chest, he watched silver flames shining with a metallic hue engulf the Gate's frame in awe and trepidation.
'I need an SSR mythical figure to counterbalance Ozymandias' overbearing nature! Someone who enjoys freedom and can match his skills and intelligence!'