Blood Like Iron

In the depths of night, where no ordinary person would be out and about in the wilderness, a sound had been humming among the vast forests within the Land of Fire. The movement of leaves within the wind as a dark silhouette had raced across the forest with little disturbance in the surrounding environment. Despite the plethora of trees, roots, vines and flowers that could effortlessly intercept the man's path, he appeared to be a veteran to them all and fluidly avoided making contact with anything that would give away his position. The man's name was Mahōbin, an agent who worked for a rather irritating young man and had currently been assigned a duty of "evaluating the Land of Fire's resources." In other words, Izaya wanted a souvenir and it was Mahōbin's job to get it.

"The things I have to deal with...it's ridiculous." He sighed, prior to making note of a presence nearby. Steadily slowing down in order to arouse suspicion, the man quickly managed to hide behind a large, dark tree. "There's another person here? Who and why? Ugh." He kept still and tamed his breathing in order to hide his presence almost entirely. "A coincidental expedition or a confrontation...we shall see." He thought to himself, keeping an eye out for nearby presences.