The small village Hainu set base in has changed much since he first came: the population had cinquepalled, the white washed buildings which once were pristine and clean were now painted black, a huge mine dug into the hill finding iron for the massive steel forges which have replaced the old temple. A large building now occupies the center of the town. It's sheer black walls serving as a temple and palace for Hainu and Death. Below the large windows of the temple lays a plaza. Within the plaza stand hundreds of people. The people are all training. Paired up fighting with machetes and machete-poles (naginata) and a shield. "Clang! Clang!" rings throughout the town. Hainu himself stands before the window staring out to sea. Behind him stand ten men robed in light cloth covering their faces with a machete and collection of knives throughout their garments. These men are the ten best of the Zakztini, trained to kill mercilessly and slip away. After four minutes of standing perfectly still, Hainu turns around and addresses them. In his quite, silky tone he says, "You are the best of the Zakztini. You serve death with pure and unwavering focus, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then you have a job to do..."