Ziren looked at the horizon as the sun was setting. As the ex-AIT stood there, on top of one of the Heads, he couldn't help but feel a certain sadness that took hold of his heart and felt like something was squeezing it. Despite how Kenshin told everyone about what happened to Maki, during the Main Branch meeting, some words flew around and got wind to some of the other villagers. He could see that everyone walking around down below are all tense.
He wore something a bit different today. He believes that anything and everything matters. Even how one is dressed for battle. Casual clothing won't do when fighting against whoever the hell these people are. Today, Ziren wore a red kimono with black stripes on it. The belt to keep the kimono in place was a deep dark red. He also wore some slightly baggy black jeans so that he could move at speeds that he is used to without tripping over his own self. Attached to his hips were his double throwing scythes, and in a hidden pocket was a scroll that held another of his weapons. He may not look intimidating, considering how only the throwing scythes are visible, but he has other, more sinister weapons at his disposal for when the time comes. His metal arm glistened in the sunlight, his permanent bloodified eyes scanned the area, looking to see if these enemies will plan a preemptive strike.
He has a feeling that enjoying a nice view like this will soon come to an end. His mind flash backed to many times of him coming here to relax, to meet other people, to talk about life problems and such. Ziren closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Soon, the conflict will rise. And soon, the resolution will be seen.
But until that time comes, Ziren will need to be ready for anything. It might help to understand what the other branches are doing, to coordinate together. He leaned back on the stone surface as he just kept thinking about all of this. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
He wore something a bit different today. He believes that anything and everything matters. Even how one is dressed for battle. Casual clothing won't do when fighting against whoever the hell these people are. Today, Ziren wore a red kimono with black stripes on it. The belt to keep the kimono in place was a deep dark red. He also wore some slightly baggy black jeans so that he could move at speeds that he is used to without tripping over his own self. Attached to his hips were his double throwing scythes, and in a hidden pocket was a scroll that held another of his weapons. He may not look intimidating, considering how only the throwing scythes are visible, but he has other, more sinister weapons at his disposal for when the time comes. His metal arm glistened in the sunlight, his permanent bloodified eyes scanned the area, looking to see if these enemies will plan a preemptive strike.
He has a feeling that enjoying a nice view like this will soon come to an end. His mind flash backed to many times of him coming here to relax, to meet other people, to talk about life problems and such. Ziren closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Soon, the conflict will rise. And soon, the resolution will be seen.
But until that time comes, Ziren will need to be ready for anything. It might help to understand what the other branches are doing, to coordinate together. He leaned back on the stone surface as he just kept thinking about all of this. He closed his eyes and concentrated.