Mitsuyo gritted her teeth, "Kill him!!" She shouted.
2 samurai puppets dropped from the ceiling. They began convulsing and twitching before they exploded into black goo and reemerged as strange waving tree spirits.
"Take them down Pinocchio." Y/n commanded.
The large humanoid puppet let out a series of mechanical clicks before surging forward with incredible speed, dancing through the air as it slashed at the tree spirits with its bladed legs.
The tree spirits flapped their paper like bodies and before slashing at Pinocchio who dodged out of the way.
Pinocchio then slashed at them a second time and sliced them into ribbons, the tattered remains of the tree spirits sinking back into the shadows while Pinocchio faded away.
"Useless trash!" Mitsuyo cursed.
Y/n pulls Kinta up from the ground, "Get up."
"I knew you weren't all bad!" Kinta grinned tried to hug Y/n but Y/n kept it at arms length, "Okay, still no touching, got it."
"Capture them!" Mitsuyo screeched making more puppets drop down.
"Time to go!" Kinta said as the two began running for the doors, the samurai puppets clambering after them.
"Pinocchio." Y/n called.
Pinocchio appeared once more and with a series of clicks and whirs he held up an arm and caused a massive explosion which threw both the puppets and the boys were thrown around. Thankfully for the boys, the explosion conveniently pushed them out of the theater doors.
"So, I gotta ask: what's with the new clothes?" Kinta asked as they ran down the theater halls.
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Y/n hadn't even noticed his clothes had changed. It was some kind of black and white jester outfit, with the mask being a theater mask with a pointed nose. The most noticeable thing about this new outfit was the metallic arm with exposed gears.
"Is this some kind of armor?" Kinta said as he grabbed the metal arm and gave a sharp tug. With a click the arm became detached from Y/n's shoulder. The boys stared at the empty stump where Y/n's arm was meant to be then at said arm in Kinta's arms.
Kinta gave the most logical reaction to literally pulling off a friend's arm: screaming in terror and flailing the arm around wildly.
The arm suddenly sprang to life and slapped Kinta across the face, "Don't touch me." Y/n said as he snatched his arm back and snatched back onto his shoulder.
"Cool..." Kinta said as Y/n opened and closed his hands a few times to see the hand was functioning properly.
