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"Mazarith...if you don't shut up I'll burn you...I think it's about time I show you what form and species I was before I died..." Musenda appeared as a Cyan-scaled Dragon, his claws and fangs razor sharp. "Does the name 'Musenda the Blade' ring a bell to either one of you?"

"Not a clue about that name, except the Musenda part, being you. Wait, are you one o' them great dragons?"

"You got it, kid. Looks like you've got some brains in that head of yours after all. And by the way, its Grand Dragons." He laughed.

"Hey! That's not funny!"

"Oh nonono, don't be." He bowed in return. "Draakair, please give the kid some real respect though, he really isn't weak. A lot of what he says isn't just tough talk. He, a half lion, learned to succesfully use one of my original jutsu. One jutsu that was supposed to be possible for only a Grand Dragon to use...it's called the one man army. Kid, show him."

"Ummm...okay, but just keep in mind, I'm only doing this because Musenda said to. NOT to show off."

A bunch of Mazariths started walking out of the original, but they weren't shadow clones.
999 more had come out of the original, making a total of 1000 Mazariths.

"This is it, I could make more but I'd be doing it for hours, which would be a huge waste."

The other Mazariths walked back into the original, until he was the last one there.

"So....what now?"

"You get me some of Kahna's ramen, and some dragon fire sake. That's what."

She walked up. "Yeah, I heard ya, and I made some already. I thought you and Maz would want some." She handed Musenda the ramen and he gobbled it down. "Sorry Maz, but you have to get him the dragon fire sake yourself. Also, you might have to get your a** kicked by Ryu for trying to get it, and still come back with none..."

"Thanks for the confidence booster..." he said sarcastically.

"I was kidding, but thanks for the ramen. I already have some Dragon Fire Sake." He pulled a flask out of nowhere and drank from it. "Ahhh...I haven't had any in a while, this plus your Firein' Ramen is so good...." He looked at Draakair. "Would you like a drink?" He pulled a big glass bottle filled with Dragon Fire Sake and a beer glass out of thin air.

"...Ummmm.....First I learn he's a Grand Dragon...now I learn he loves alcohol....what next?"

"Well, I learned you have a brain in your head. What's two plus two?"

"Four, your joke is REALLY getting on my nerves..."

"Boo hoo, like you don't annoy everybody else sometimes...Small brains."

"AUGH!!!" 99 more Mazariths ran out of him and they all started punching and kicking at Musenda.

"Learn to control that temper, kid." He kicked all the other Mazariths back into the original, then nailed him in the face with his tail, knocking him on his a**. "It'll get you in way bigger messes than this."

"What do you think I've been TRYING to do?!?!?" He got up, his skin turned crimson red and his eyes glowed blue. Smoke started coming out of him.

He laughed. "Actually, I wasn't in the council. That was my brother, Kalbyrn." (Kal-bern)

"I'm not 'parading around' as one. I'm the real deal. They said 'We have enough dragons in the council, and grand dragon or not, you're just a kid.' Because I was only about 2 centuries old."
(And que guest-character.)

An orange dragon came down and looked Ryu in the eye. It was Kalbyrn. "It's true. You're Draakair Ookami, correct? I am Kalbyrn. If you remember correctly, you'd know all council members were at least 4 centuries old. We declined him entrance into the council because he was 2 centuries old. However, he is still a grand dragon. He served as the messenger, not counted as a council member." He then looked over to Mazarith. "So you're the kid who fights alongside my brother, Musenda. You better be worthy, kid. Now, prove you are, fight me."

"Heh, sure. Bring it."

"You asked for it." He flew at Mazarith and punched at him.

He grabbed Kalbyrn's fist and spun round and round, going faster and faster....
He let go and Kalbyrn went flying away, then stood in the air flapping his wings.

"I can fly, idiot." Suddenly he started falling, his wings bleeding, he crashed into the ground. "Ouch."

"Who's the idiot now? I'm not so sure that Musenda or even Kalbyrn are grand dragons...It seems pretty sketchy, since I just beat Kalbyrn with ease...."

"Nobody's ever been able to sneak some stabs at my wings before..."

"Oh, surrrre...Go lie to someone who'll believe your crap."

His wings healed, and he stood. "Okay, enough fooling around. Nobody calls me a faker. I'm trying this time!!! Take this punk!!!"He was suddenly in front of Mazarith, and he punched him. sending him flying. "The difference, you don't have wings!!!"


He stopped in mid-air and floated.
"No, but I can manipulate air!"
He flew right at him and different colours of chakra formed on his fist, he was right in front of Kalbyrn and he punched him, there was an explosion, and he stood there panting.

Kalbyrn had been burnt, cut, and stabbed all over.
There was also a huge crater in the ground, ten times the size of Kalbyrn from his punch.

"You...are no...grand dragon....You're a faker...You're not the real Kalbyrn, and that's not....the real Musenda...You two got together and tried to fool me...Now I'm mad that you dared to mock them...TAKE THIS!!!"

He punched into the fake Kalbyrn's stomach and pulled out energy the shape of a human body. He threw it onto the ground and it turned into the original body of the bandit who pretended to be Kalbyrn.
He did the same to the fake Musenda, then stabbed them both in the heart with a kunai.

"Where are the real two??"

"Good job, kid!"
"Yes, very good! Way to show those fakers!!!"

"I can tell, that's the real two I'm hearing."

The real Musenda and Kalbyrn flew down in front of Mazarith.
Musenda was in his dragon form.

"And actually Draakair, I didn't get kicked out of the council. Also, I was 4 centuries old. I just can't remember what I accomplished in it before I died...It was all wiped when I died."

"I wish I had gotten here in time to be the one to finish those fakers. Anyway, you, kid, are gonna weild a new weapon. A good hammer is always just as good as any type of blade. Well, you'll weild a new weapon if you're willing to."

"Trust me, I am."

Kalbyrn turned into a great hammer, and Musenda into the spirit dagger, then came together.

"This here is the bladehammer, a combination of our power. Use it when needed, but use them seperated if you can, so you won't have to reveal a good surprising weapon."

They came apart and Musenda dissapeared. His box appeared, and he opened it. He saw the crest that represent Musenda was now half orange.

"Cool stuff."

He took the Hammer and practiced with it, swinging it around and hitting trees, he dented one.

"Oops, sorry tree."

He put his hand on it and a drop of chakra came out, healing the tree.
He continued his practice on some practice dummies that just happened to be there.

"What're you lookin' at?"

"D'you have a problem with us being allied with a half lion? They're no lower than us."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

"He's right, stop pretending to be grand dragons."

He whipped around, Kalbyrn and Musenda appeared in front of him.

"Nobody's gonna believe that you really are anyway, except maybe some idiot that you see on the streets."

He jumped up and kicked them both in the face, sending them flying back.

"Also, I'm getting sick of it."

He threw a giant fireball at them and landed on his feet.

It hit them and burnt them badly, then vanished.

They then used their brains and vanished before he got really angry.

He walked over to Draakair.

"Welcome back, Draakair."