Yang in the distance slowly turning her head, looking like she was about too commit a murder.

Yang flicks out a knife in the background. Eyes gleam. Kill bill sirens.

Yang is there, smiling, wide. But it is not reaching her eyes. Now, that gaze is something she's thrown Aku in a far different era, but not any more. The eyes of an enraged warrior. "Oh wow, I can't believe it's one of those days~."

That look was all to familiar to Aku, one that had been directed at him in the past when both were enemies. Well, they had definitely pushed her buttons now and he wasn’t about to stop her.

Sound of knuckles cracking. "Is this one bothering you, king?"

"Thank you!"

While the first order had been simple enough, creating a protective amulet for one Aoki Hijiri, the second task was a little more tricky. Not hard by any stretch of the imagination mind you, after all he could sense the piece of himself even in the state it was in. No, the tricky part was going to be everything else which was merely nothing more than an inconvenience more than anything. Plus, it wasn’t like the seedy underbelly of a black-market was anything NEW to him, not when he use to rule a planet that allowed such markets to run rampant and without much restriction.

Though, he had changed up his look for this little adventure, not wanting some angry thug or crime lord to hold a grudge and disturb his quaint and quiet life by coming after him. Not when he was enjoying such things AND kept him off the Gods’ radar in a sense, so he wasn’t about to provoke anything and stir the pot. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t cause SOME trouble for whomever was currently in possession of the fossilized piece of himself, couldn’t pretended he was all sweet, pure, and good now could he? Still holding a streak to cause some sort of mischief and chaos, even with the unfortunate limits to how creative he could get graciously set by the Gods.

So, there the wizard was, watching with a keen eye the activity in front of the particular building that he senses the piece of him inside. It was dull, meaning the part was no doubt being kept under some kind of magical vault or another. Trying to keep low while he observed so they didn’t suspect a thing and wouldn’t raise alarms. Several people, probably those looking to join the auction for the no doubt pilfered and stolen goods up for grabs, had entered the tightly secured building. The door man not making a big scene for the most part but keeping those not privy to the goings on out of the place. Part of him had the urge to just burst in there, no care in the world about the sudden and very loud disturbance that it would cause, and bust some skulls before retreating with what he came with. That would make for a very interesting bit of fun, unfortunately for him that also meant a lot of injuries. Not that he cared much in recent decades to avoid injuries and the pain that came with them, doing a very poor job defending himself sometimes. Often just dismissing it as a ‘lack of skill’ which he was honestly BSing, he might not be terribly skilled but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a deadly adversary either, his magic and power being great even with the limits currently forced upon him. It was never a wise choice to try and fight him.