For the second time that day, Hisoka Iwamoto opened his eyes to a strange unknown place. As he glanced around to catch his bearings, he found himself a plain, dotted with trees. There was a road, not 30 meters ahead of him, and seeing as this was his only landmark he set off.

Before long he remembered why he was here in the first place, and with excitement, he remembered the abilities the God of the Between had gifted him.

He knew he would need a weapon so he carefully considered his options. He could only summon a weapon up to a semi-automatic 5.56 rifle, leaving plenty of leniency for smaller weapons. Deciding that a pistol would be in his best interest, he went over the top candidates in his head.

[Deser eagle? Nah too overdone and really just impractical. A Glock likely would do the trick, but I don't want to be a basic bitch about it. For my first weapon, I need the power to stop an enemy dead in its tracks, and that includes whatever unknown hostile creatures may greet me. Hmmm... Oh I know, a revolver.]

In his previous world with so many technological advancements, you could easily argue that a revolver is but a trinket or fancy target gun. However, in this world where firearms, in general, didn't exist, a .357 or better yet a .44 would pack the perfect punch to both beast and man. And everybody knows if you're going to go, go big. With that in mind, he decided upon a Taurus raging bull chambered in .44 with an 8-inch barrel. He was confident he could take on even a bear with this hand cannon.

As he confirmed his decision in his mind, a small compact white box of light began to re-shape itself into the size of his desired weapon, before fully materializing in his hand. He felt the cold steel and the weight of the revolver, only holding the weapon made him giddy with excitement.

The next thing he noticed was a large white blob on the ground slowly forming into 6 separate clumps, before further condensing and refining itself and materializing into 6 speedloaders fully loaded with the devastating .44 magnum cartridge.

He admired the weapon in his hands.  it was large, heavy, maybe even cumbersome.  Nevertheless, this weapon should easily be able to put down any nonsensical fantasy creatures he may happen to stumble upon.  He then flicked open the cylinder, examining each individual slot, and found them to be loaded.  The weapon would likely need to be replaced later on, but for the time being this magnificent magnum would do the trick.

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Now that he was set weapon wise, he needed proper equipment. Sadly, all he could call upon were a light carrier rig and an assault pack. He decided to summon the latter since he would rather summon a vest at a later date with mag pouches for a rifle instead. The white light once again formed and before he knew it there was a backpack strapped to his back. He deposited his ammunition and moved on to the next item on the agenda: transport.

He was rather limited in the scale of what he could summon transport wise, however, he had one in mind. As he was limited to a light recon vehicle, the Polaris Dagor A1 was perfectly suited for these constraints, it being a light, rugged vehicle that could hold it's own offroad. His only worry was gas, as he was unsure of how the vehicle summons ability would provide for him.

He confirmed his will, and a much larger white blob then the previous times took place, and very rapidly began forming piece by piece his vehicle. It was very interesting to watch as a part would form before another part would form and merge with it to create a larger complete system. As Hisoka was never a mechanic nor was he too into the inner workings of vehicles in general, he had no clue what any of the parts were or what they were doing. However after about 5 minutes of this process, he was presented with his rugged vehicle, and to his relief, multiple full Jerry cans were neatly slotted in the back area.

He slung off his assault pack and stuck it in the passenger seat, and left the Raging Bull in the center console within reach. While he was certain this vehicle could outpace any horse at its top speed of almost 110 kilometers an hour, being caught unprepared would kill you no matter how large your technological edge may be.

At first, he was nervous about driving this new vehicle, but he treated it gently and got a feel for its responsiveness, and the power it held in its engine.  Feeling rather confident in his ability to handle the vehicle, he floored it down the road and enjoyed the ride. The dirt road smooth sailing for this rugged scout vehicle, as it effortlessly rode through the uneven terrain.  This mode of transport was very conspicuous and could easily cause him problems, but at the moment he felt lighter than air.  He had the greatest ability he could imagine, in his mind, nothing could stand in his path.

Unfortunately, night was falling on the peaceful green expanse, and as this vehicle already stood out tremendously in this world it would be even worse if he were to drive with the unnatural lights. So, not wanting to paint his location for any would-be wrongdoer, he parked the car a good distance off the road in a grove of trees, before setting the .44 in his lap and leaving 2 full speedloaders in the center console.

He drifted off to sleep under a starry sky unimaginable from the large bright city he originally came from, exited for what adventure awaited him in this new vast expanse.

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