"Piero was a abored a passenger ship, looking over the sunset horizon. He has had enough of Litigants and the Land of Water. He didn't like the idea, but it was time to go back home. Maybe he left Konoha too quickly. He opened his bag to find a little unfinished doll. This doll was going to be special, as it is different from most dolls Like did personal for himself, that being it it's completely normal, just an everyday doll. Well that's what he was going for anyways. Maverick decided to continue work on it, taking out a paint brush. He started to pain the plastic skin with a fair skin color. He move the brush long her toes and up her legs. He long, beautiful, legs. He used an especially fine brush to do her face. Her expression would be one of serene, of great calm. Nothing grotesque,  horrific, or anything else that would plague a kid of nightmares. Her eyes closed and her smile gentle. Pietro took out some cloth, and began sewing. The he turned the cloth into a red komodo, with roses as a design. She would be a priest, a worshiper of a deity. I'm your God...

He moved the arms up and down. She didn't have many movements, but she didn't need them. She didn't need to lift a muscle. Her utter beauty would sway any man to do whatever she wanted. She was faithful, yet not naïve. She had absolute devotion to her God. She was a seductress, unsentimemtal, and highly intellectual. Her name would be Miko. Piero put the doll in his bag. He stood up and looked over the horizon. Watching the setting sun over the ocean was nice. Piero looked down and watched some fish jump out of the water. A seagull flew off a rock, swooped down and snatched it up. "Ah, Mother Nature...you magnificent bitch." Maverick went to his living quarters. The room was unbelievably small. He laid down on his bed and begun to think again. He thinks about the puppet. He wants it. He wants it very bad. But he wasn't ready. Time and money is needed. Lots of money. It's as if it was sacred. Piero activated his Chakra strings and attached them to two dolls. They were both Samurai, one painted black, the other white. He decided to take his mind off it by having the puppets do gladiatory combat.

He had the black samurai jump into the air, and force its blade down. The white samurai instantly parried, and pushed back. White went forward, and started to slash wildly. The black Samurai was powerful and strong, yet slow. The white samurai was smaller and quicker, yet it's hits didn't do much. The battle was long and fierce, with Piero deeply immersed. With a few more powerful attacks, the black samurai knocked his opponents sword out of his hand. The dark warrior yielded back for one more powerful blow. The White Samurai clasped his hands together, finger on another, feet close together, fate ready to be accepted. The black samurai makes a devastating hit, and the white head flew off. Piero sighed. He got so immersed, he didn't even mean to pop the head off. He put the toys in the bag, cursing himself, and fell asleep.

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