Demon Bird's Magic Jewel
The Demon Bird's Magic Jewel (魔鳥の魔宝玉, Machō no Mahōgyoku?) is a Precious that held within it the magic power of the Demon Bird (魔鳥, Machō?), a monster that appeared in the Hermit's Gorge centuries ago, is sealed. In that time, the head of the Society of Shadow (as Dark Shadow was known then), the legendary ninja, Gekkou of the Illusion, merged his own body with the Demon Bird's and through hidden techniques, sealed only its power within the jewel and hid it in a hill in Hermit's Gorge. The seal is based on the lunar calendar, and Yaiba, disobeying direct orders, weakened and broke it to bathe in the light of the Triple Moon: a night in which there seems to be three moons in the sky and that only happens once every 12 years. As even Gekkou was not able to control the Demon Bird's magic, when the seal in the Precious is broken by Yaiba, the body and mind of Gekkou are controlled by the Demon Bird, and the ninja himself becomes the monster. However, the Boukengers managed to restore the Demon Bird's Magic Jewel in time to stop the monster.
- Appears in: Task 44
- Hazard Level: 600
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