Act II: A Meeting Under the Moon's Eye

"My lord, I still don't understand why we have to do this?!" Kyōkō roared, thus momentarily halting the surrounding silence that engulfed the forest. Woods within the Land of Earth were a rare yet beautiful spectacle. Nature played a brilliant symphony using nightly creatures and gentle breezes. And the moon illuminated the stage where two legendary peices would meet once more. However, this meeting utilized a set of terms thought impossible. For both warlords swore upon their titles to refrain from balance. Only accompanied by a single guard, only their words and beliefs would clash against one another. And perhaps create an ideal agreement towards fixing the Land of Earth of it's religious plight. Kyōkō followed closely behind the Seventh Lord as they made their way to a specific destination. He sent his armor for fixing from the damage sustained three days before by that warrior. She who was solely responsible for the blistering gash deep upon his side. Kyōkō initially attempted to hide it from his lord, but Zenjou noticed it immediately during a bow. Although it visually bothered Zenjou, who cared deeply for those beneath him, he simply respected Kyōkō's honor and refrained from questioning. and now, as he followed Zenjou, Kyōkō simply wore loose fitting pants, sandals and bloodied bandages around his waist. "We have the forces, we have the men! Allow me the chance to redeem myself by running down those fanatics-"

Those eyes, said to possess an edge that pierced cleanly through darkness, froze every fiber in Kyōkō's body as both warriors halted. Zenjou garnered feared for possessing a certain mastery of how others perceived him. Looking upon the Seventh Lord was peering at an empty canvas constantly changing to fit the situation. But those who struck a certain nerve found their hearts racing as they stared deeply into an abyss. "I wish you thought with more than your blade, my trusted brother." Zenjou's tone matched the majestics of his presence. The moonlight kissed his porcelain hair which contrasted the obsidian kimono he wore. Zenjou's deathly skin had been kissed with a slight blush that also complimented the mascera around Zenjou's golden eyes. "Those fanatics are civilians who suffered under the foolishness of false leaders. What they need is not another battle...But a ruler capable of saving them." Zenjou's stern visage eventually melted into a loving smile. "Besides, the men I brought aren't for this battle...I've plans to deal with this country once and for all. Until then, we'll have to borrow some warriors to exterminate those instigating such a poorly planned uprising." Zenjou continued onwards with Kyōkō close behind once more until they eventually reached their destination.