Hey! H-hey! I'll -- uuuuuurp -- don't you recognize a god of martial arts when you see one?!
[Well, probably not? The flailing old man sure LOOKS like just another victim of the mischievous spirit... except the Hawaiian shirt is pretty passe and he's wearing a turtle shell on his back for some reason. He's definitely not doing a good job of quelling the ayakashi, that's for sure -- especially as he rips one out so powerfully that his hips thrust forward and he bangs his crotch into a chair.]
[The invincible old master collapses into the fetal position and shudders for a bit. And farts some more.]
[This isn't his worse day, he hasn't wound up in a toilet yet.]
HELLO Hentai!
[From around the corner, two massive jets of blood erupt outwards, and a poor wayward catgirl screeches and yowls as she scrambles away from the twin bursts.]
Hey! Wait up! H-how's about we exchange email addresses? [One hand clamped firmly on his nose to stop the bleeding, the Turtle Hermit scrambles after the hormonal fantasy of a sex object. A large tentacle reaches out of the sewers to snare him, but without even looking, let alone breaking stride, Roshi kicks it so hard it goes limp.] Or we could just skip to the good paaaaart!
Master Roshi | Dragon Ball | Kami -- I mean, God
Hey! H-hey! I'll -- uuuuuurp -- don't you recognize a god of martial arts when you see one?!
[Well, probably not? The flailing old man sure LOOKS like just another victim of the mischievous spirit... except the Hawaiian shirt is pretty passe and he's wearing a turtle shell on his back for some reason. He's definitely not doing a good job of quelling the ayakashi, that's for sure -- especially as he rips one out so powerfully that his hips thrust forward and he bangs his crotch into a chair.]
[The invincible old master collapses into the fetal position and shudders for a bit. And farts some more.]
[This isn't his worse day, he hasn't wound up in a toilet yet.]
HELLO Hentai!
[From around the corner, two massive jets of blood erupt outwards, and a poor wayward catgirl screeches and yowls as she scrambles away from the twin bursts.]
Hey! Wait up! H-how's about we exchange email addresses? [One hand clamped firmly on his nose to stop the bleeding, the Turtle Hermit scrambles after the hormonal fantasy of a sex object. A large tentacle reaches out of the sewers to snare him, but without even looking, let alone breaking stride, Roshi kicks it so hard it goes limp.] Or we could just skip to the good paaaaart!