Stiles arrived at his house to see Shinichi waiting for him. "So...I take it you gonna alternate between these two forms?" Stiles asked. "Yeah, kinda like it. It's fun." He said. He walked over before presenting a box to Stiles.
"What is this?" Stiles asked. "Open it, and find out dumbass." Shinichi voiced. Stiles opened the black box before seeing a katana inside with a symbol on it.
"What is this for?" Stiles wondered. "You didn't think you could kill an Original on your own did you?" I mean, you can but this thing is to just make them suffer." Shinichi said before Stiles unsheathed the blade and watched it glow bright orange.
"Whoa!" Stiles exclaimed. "It's Amaterasu flames. They burn through everything and anything. Including our pesty Original family." He explained.
"The flames helped destroy the Mongols when they tried to conquer Japan." Shinichi pointed out.
"The Mongols?" Stiles asked. "Yes, well, an island off the coast of Japan. An island called Tsushima. And it wasn't necessarily the flames that kept him from doing so." Shinichi explained.
"It was your ancestor." Shinichi voiced.
"What do you mean my ancestor? My ancestors are Italian." Stiles stated. Shinichi shook his head. "You were lied to." The god voiced. "No. Shut up." Stiles spat.
"Stiles, listen to me." Shinichi started. "No!" Stiles shouted. "LISTEN!" Inari said as Shinichi formed into Inari. Thunder cracked in the sky.
"You were adopted, Stiles. Your mother was a descendant of the legendary Jin Sakai. Your ancestor." Inari explained.
"How else do you explain how you are a Kitsune or the fact that you could speak fluent Japanese without being taught the language?" She stated.
"Stiles, you are the last member of the Sakai clan. The last descendant of Jin Sakai. The Khan Killer. The Ghost of Tsushima." She finally explained as Stiles was hit by a blinding light.
Stiles saw a man wearing a mask over his mouth and a headband on his forehead. A katana with a white hilt, the same one Shinichi had given to Stiles, in the man's hand...and it was on fire.
The flash of light disappeared as he looked at the sword in his right hand. But in his left hand was now the mask of the mysterious man.
"Holy shit." Stiles voiced.
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