Pitch Black

Days ago..

The sunlight unique to the Land of Fire seemed quite dim this day, and for good reason. The infamous Poison Frog had emerged from his haven hidden from the eyes of the public. Holding his hand was his trusted subordinate Mayu, a small creature who was heavily wrapped up to avoid the attention of others, notably, the unique butterfly wings that laid upon his back. Genshou was quiet as he approached the intimidating gates of the land's village. "Father?" Mayu broke the silence with is soft voice. Genshou decided not to answer his "son", as he knew that he would be bombarded with unnecessary questions. "Father, I can't find my bottle." Mayu spoke again, and this time, it alerted Genshou. The last thing he wanted was for Mayu to transform into his monstrous form, the one that he had attempted to erase. He had found a solution for that problem, but without it, Mayu would definitely rampage. He reached into his robes and grabbed a bottle full of blue liquid, handing it to Mayu. "Mayu, don't you dare leave me to be the one responsible for your bottle. You're not a baby." Genshou said rather harshly, harsh enough to sap the happiness out of him.

Entering the village, Genshou and Mayu had already gathered the attention of many passersby, but Genshou could care less. He was planning something important, and it would start with meeting a notable person. After noticing a sign labeled "Shioni Bar", Genshou walked into the establishment quickly. Everyone who was either sipping from a cup of sake, or eating onigiri, turned to look at the duo. The owner of the place came to meet them. "Um, hello sir, I'm Shioni. Unfortunately, children are not allowed in this place. Terribly sorry." the man, whose hair was brown and tied into a ponytail, said these words nervously. Genshou's expression turned sinister. Quickly, his hand traveled along the hilt of Muzanyaiba, the strange sword of his. "Death is a wonderful thing. Would you like to experience it?" his voice sent chills through Shioni's body. "N-no sir." he croaked, a bead of sweat running from his forehead to his chin. "Aw, really? shame on you for rejecting such a lovely thing. Now, leave." Genshou punctuated his statement with a twisted grin that sent the man running to his room behind the counter. Just then, time seemed to return to normal, everyone resumed their actions. Genshou and Mayu sat at the back of the bar, waiting for someone by the name of "Saizen Kinsei".