Honorable and Notorious

"You Know, some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money or respect. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” he said, looking to his right where he saw several corpses, recently deceased; it made him giggle. They were probably good men, maybe some criminals, some shinobi, but mostly civilians. The bar was silent, the usual cheers and cries of the routine drunks had been muted. Only one man remained, if you could even call him a man. Putting down his scotch to light one up, he sat there with a big grin on his face. The smell of blood would make most hurl, yet to him it was if he were on the beach and the gentle breeze had just kissed his skin. No one dared to enter, not even high ranked shinobi.

"I guess no one wants to have a drink with me." he exclaimed, laughing as if he were about to pass that thin line between sober and drunk. Despite his unusual sense of humor, this fiend was none other than the infamous Kishin. The deceased, were nothing more than just people at the wrong place at the wrong time. And anyone else who decided to enter the bar would meet the same fate.