Dropping off the Devil. [P]

After traversing the country borders sadly no additional prey was found, the devil grew heavier every passing step it seemed and Shouten began to worry about the kill they made prior.
Stepping through the village gate with a grunt he twists his body but a tad and bucks causing the devil to fall from his back upon the decaying earth, the impact destined to realign his back.
"Ok, just because your a cannibal does not mean you have to eat every bit of flesh you can find, fuck your heavy!"
Shouten walks off towards the hospital stretching his arms upwards and popping his back feeling free of the burden, now he knows how it must feel under his gravity increase, poor people.

If all is successful up to this point Shouten arrives at the hospital to be greeted by dear ole Monty, after explaining that he has some interesting gifts he pulls his bag from his pocket and unfolds it like before pulling the two children out of the bag and laying them upon the table, the bag refolded and put back away for the time being.
Monty proceeds to check the corpses for any valuable dna, lucky enough he finds that the one derived from Kiri is of Uchiha descend, after telling Shouten of this the mans head is severed and placed in a large jar of green preservation liquid, the other child has the same preformed to him as well should Osore need any spare limbs.
The rest of the bodies are put in large tubes in montys personal storage accessed only by Osore himself, with the spoils taken care of Shouten heads to his residence in the volcano village after bidding Monty adue.

Once reaching his home Shouten pushes open the decayed front door, after making his way to the back of the house he pulls up a few loose floorboards and opens a hidden chest below, he pulls his bag out and dumps the remaining items within which include the spoiled katana dn the boys clothes and the leaf headband.
Once this is done Shouten leaves to meet back up with Sayomi whom he had to depart from momentarily.

[Exit]

Osore glares the entire time and growls at his friend before stalking off with a huff, he shoves his hands in his pockets pouting slightly...he decides a few people need to get cut in order to stave off his anger...Poor Poor people.

[EXIT.]