Swordsman

Florence and the Machine, ‘Seven Devils’

Holy water cannot help you now A thousand armies couldn’t keep me out I don’t want your money, I don’t want your crown See, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now See, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down And no rivers, no lakes can put the fire out I’m going to raise the stakes, I’m going to smoke you out

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in my house See, they were there when I woke up this morning And I’ll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in my house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning And I’ll be dead before the day is done

Now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it’s an even sum, it’s a melody It’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in your house See, they were there when I woke up this morning And I’ll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you Seven devils in my house See, I was dead when I woke up this morning And I’ll be dead before the day is done

They can keep me alive until I tear the walls Until I slave your hearts and they take your souls What have we done? Can it be undone? In the evil’s heart, in the evil’s soul

‘Well, you were pointing a sword at me in the first place. I have the right to defend myself from danger as I still want to live,’ he stated irritably. Not even Circus, whose people kept forcing him to sleep were as mean as this person. What’s up with him?

Maybe he should have killed this black-haired person just now. Or he could still do so now. But then he also wanted to find out more about this jerk so he had to be patient now. At the same time, he could contemplate on what was the most satisfying method to kill him.

The swordsman rubbed his face with a free hand before responding to the lost man once more. "Isn't it logical to keep your defenses up against some stranger with unnatural hair thrashing around in the woods?" he retorted. "What I'm asking is: why would you need those weapons in the first place?  Do you use them to wreak havoc or for a different reason?" he asked, getting to the point as much as he could without directly asking if the man was evil or not.

“Please be quiet,” she murmured to Kanda. His words were loud, disruptive, and he could easily give away their location were they not careful. ”You’re at the base town of Merumerai,” she finally answered, glancing sideways at the male with a wary look of warning. Then, it was in that tiny interval of heedless caution that she was caught off-guard. A shapeless, reeking globule emerged from the timberland, a loud snarl echoing in the air as Tsukumo leaped to cover her companion. They landed roughly on the ground, the air knocked briefly out of her as the post-animal hovered over them. An arm instantly shot up, Circus I.D. uncovered from under her cloak as she pointed a closed fist at the Varuga.

“—Trajectory arrow!”

He felt his blood pressure rise to a dangerous level as he was ordered to be silent. Before he could snap back at the woman's remark, he had finally received the answer to his previously asked question. What the hell is a Merumerai? He was unaware of any European cities with that name- the name didn't even sound European in the least. Before he could say or ponder anymore, the woman had saved the two from some sort of an attack- an akuma attack perhaps? No, these couldn't be akuma unless the Earl had been experimenting and creating different types of akuma.

Kanda had no time to feel embarrassed that some petite girl just saved his ass; he completely unsheathed mugen, ready to at least attempt to destroy all of these foreign creatures. He ran his index and middle finger across the blade as the words "First Illusion: Hell's Insects" darted from his mouth. With a slash of his sword a multitude of white, hideous creatures swarmed from the edge of the blade, tearing apart any of these black creatures placed directly in front of him. Fortunately, his first attack successfully hit the beings in front of him; however, there were many more swarming. His hues glanced over at the not-so-incompetent woman. However, she appeared a bit worn down. The long haired exorcist assumed that he would be in charge of battling the majority creatures. "What a pain in the ass," the man smirked as more beasts came into his sight. Despite his words, the swordsman was actually enthralled to be in battle; it had been a while since he felt challenged.

Yogi continue to grip his epees. He could create vines even without his weapons, but it would be too late if the other decided to strike. He did not like how the man spoke to him. It sounded rather condescending, like certain people from Circus who probably viewed him as one of the monsters that the defense organization fought.

Well, they were not wrong since he was more Valga than human, but he preferred not be reminded of what he was. He was created this way and there was nothing he could do about it.

"What I need to know is why you're carrying around these weapons if you're merely just trying to find your way around," he stated defensively. Naturally, if he was a suspicious figure he would not admit to that- but asking of his purpose wouldn't hurt any. So much about this gray-haired man seemed simply off- especially his peculiar hair color and his two strange looking epees. 

Turquoise-rimmed optics lifted their gaze once she heard the utter from his tongue, hesitation evident as he averted his gaze even further from her own. Another quirky trait to compare to Gareki, it seemed. A delicate eyebrow arched at his query, questions of her own bubbling on the cusp of her lips. “We’re in the town off…—” Uncharacteristically she trailed off as something shifted suddenly in her peripheral vision— a dark blob not unfamiliar that’d suddenly appeared in the forest landscape behind him, hidden in the cool shadows of the trees. Eyebrows inched together slightly, perturbed by the thought of further post-animals. Had Yogi’s alter-ego not diminished them all an hour ago? Tsukumo bristled at the thought, lean muscles tensing as she was on guard once more. “Please excuse me,” she murmured, brushing past him and, with light footsteps, striding cautiously toward the woodlands.

"H-hey!" the man frustratingly called out to the Circus member as she left him answer-less  Who trails off like that and then leaves without giving a full answer? How annoying! He observed her growing farther and farther away; there didn't seem to be anyone else nearby and he sure as hell didn't want to wonder around aimlessly once more. The fuming man clenched his fist with one hand and mugen in the other, contemplating what action he needed to take. "Damn it," the man hissed as quick steps followed the small framed woman. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" the exorcist sneered from behind Tsukumo. "You didn't answer my question!" He looked past the girl's figure in order to view what she had been so fixated on. Taking better observations, it appeared as though there were some odd figures in the forest- they all had a rather dark aura. These beings must have been akuma; however, what did this small woman expect to do against any of these demons? Kanda drew his sword after said observations, fully expecting to defend this bold woman against any akuma. How troublesome.

In the distance, he could see a lone figure. Maybe he could ask for directions. However, immediately after he stepped on a pile of leaves, he saw the figure, a man in a black uniform turning around to face him. He stopped.

So the stranger had noticed him, he realised, as the man unsheathed a sword. Yogi wondered if the black-clad figure wanted to fight him. He decided to see if an attack would come or not. If this man dared to strike, he could easily bind the other with Dorn Kiste. 

The gray haired man walked close enough for Kanda to get a good look at him; the two appeared around the same age. The swordsman grew ready to cut him down if he was indeed an akuma and did decide to attack, but surprisingly the disheveled man did not attack. A strong hand kept a tight grip on his sword. "Who are you and what is your business here?" the 19 year old asked, harshly and bluntly.

“You shouldn’t swear Kanda, it’s offensive to some people.”

"I don't give a damn," the man hissed, responding to the beansprout's statement. Now he knew for sure that the white haired man was deliberately irking him; he knew from day one that Kanda could not care less about offending others. "So are you going to leave now or what?" the man sneered; why the hell had this guy not left his table yet?