Fish 0.8

Kokushibo calmed his mind and soul, standing on a boulder, looking down below as the raging Mississippi rushed by, water spraying in his face. Black hair fluttering, he drew his sword, blade flashing, literally tearing the water apart. "Seventh Form: Mirror of Misfortune, Moonlit." More blood polluted the water as the river, for five seconds, was temporarily severed into quarters, part of the bank being split open. A floating fish head bobbed upon the surface. They would be nutrients for the fish they had once terrorized….

Kokushibo jumped away, dancing across the waters surface, somehow managing, with his speed, to walk across the water. He landed gracefully on the side of the river, strolling forwards, wielding his katana with expertise as the terrified Carps, spooked by the slashes, jumped up into the air, allowing him to easily cut them through.

It had been one week since he came here, and all Kokushibo had eaten was copious amounts of fish and some algae. He was not tired of it, but eating just basic Sashimi could get dull after a while.

The Mississippi was huge, covering more land than any river Kokushibo had ever seen. When he was still….. Back in Japan, he had only heard tales of the giant sprawling lands of the American Continent. It was truly an enlightening experience, to experience weather, temperatures, and climate different from the seasonal experience that was Japan.