Illusion of Bloodscape

The metropolis of the world of : a world of conquest, power and bloodshed. Outside of this massive metropolis was, fittingly, a gigantic swamp-esque forest constantly battered by the natural forces of the heavens: the rain. The trees, while definitely not eclipsing the skyscrapers of Amegakure, definitely vastly surpassed the height of any ordinary man. One of those ordinary men sat in the depths of this forest, occupying a small cottage that managed to batter off the rain while the man had stayed inconspicuously dry. The dark wood, with an almost chocolate-like color, had several incisions throughout the entirety of the construct, this very aspect of its architecture enabling the water to fall freely away from the cottage as much as physically possible.

Within this very confined space, lit by a small fire and numerous candles, was a man with long purple hair and a very ornate oriental outfit. His eyes were lit up as he read numerous scrolls that he had only gathered days back. His mind, engrossed into them, he looked like nothing more than a little boy reading a fascinating book. But despite this innocence, the man present was heralded as none other than Muketsu, The Bleeder. But what exactly was the man doing so close to Amegakure? A question soon answered, no doubt...