Souji had to begin his search again. Looking for the main men in the Fantasy Inc, that was working in the village behind the scenes. Not really doing much their work based within this village extorting items of virtue and Highly prized ornaments to the surrounding countries. Mainly small marketed items but they all had a price right? Souji had been tracking them down from their grunts and flunkies. up to the Diamond Complex. 'How fitting.' he'd think as he would pace his way around the area. Sporting an all white attire unlike his normal Guardian gear but things were beginning to change anyways. He was finding inner balance with his darkness finding inner peace within himself for he knew that dwelling in the darkness of the past would get him no where. It was heed no results and he would have to begin taking risks in his life in order to make something of himself in the end. So with that he knew he would march forth in the wake of self destruction... because ultimately it was only a matter of time before the seals began to react to his anger once again. And then he feared the worst.
Though, his hands deep inside his pockets he attempted to blend in. People around here knew him to have been friends with the Daimyo's family so they thought he had some sort of value and worth to his name. He was certainly dressing the part. Eccentric in his fashion sense at least but he was not going to be denied the thoughts of finding these people who hurt the families and lives of others by presenting the potential chaos that they did. So he would find them, handle them from the inside out. And make his mark. He was on duty... and in the Shrine he was on a mission of internal affairs to find these people. He had a lead that led him here and with everything in him he would not fail.
Standing outside of a small clothing establishment he would begin to smirk as he window shopped, 'Fifty Yen for a T-shirt? Geez...' shaking his head and turning away the streets were paved with the richest people of Maruishi and some of the people that moved up from Iwa and a few here and there from Arcadia. You could tell because of their hair. Where was his lead.... He needed to spot something fishy... but maybe it would lead into a brick wall again. Hm... Maybe he'd just step into a tea shop and work from there. Taking a bit of time and walking a ways down the streets he would spot a shop. Spotting a shop oddly named 'Čajová taška' couldnt help but chuckle at the name, but it was exactly what Souji was looking for. So, it was time. He'd step into the buidling to the chimes of bells and without words only to be greeted with a simple wave. Souji didnt want to cause attention to himself so he would act completely normal...
Returning the wave and pulling a menu from a pocket next to the door before sitting down at a booth and awaiting... what could happen next.
Kiriyama Sadako was now an Anbu-in-Training, fresh from the Academy and ready to to get to work, it just so happened that 'work' meant 'patrol', which was the exact kind of thing that she dreaded to be doing. While joining the Anbu had only been a means to an end she still hoped that she could have fun working her way up the promotional ladder, like taking full advantage of her newly minted license to kill. There were all sorts of unsavory types that roamed the village, even here in the upper crust of society, and no one would really miss them if they were murdered while committing a crime. Well, perhaps their families would, but really it's an outcome that they knew would have eventually happened. The young woman stood on a rooftop and clad in her anbu gear: a red and black knee length kimono, black stockings and sandals, her blank kitsune mask resting on the side of her head. She didn't know if at her rank she had the freedom to pick her own uniform, but she did and it looked great, and that's really all that mattered.