@dragonkinggojun
A leather ball, tossed up and down in mid-air by a small hand just zoomed godspeed into a quiet Dragon Palace office. There was a loud crash, and all of a sudden, glass shards broke  off into different directions. From where the pitcher was standing, there was no doubt he had hit...something. Maybe even someone. And the noise? That was the cue to run!
The kid hid behind the nearest cherry tree, watching with a pair of gray eyes if anybody would look out the window. Well, there wasn't. At least not for the next few more minutes he waited.
He gave himself a nod of determination. Next mission: Retrieve the ball.
The next moment, he found himself inside the office with the broken window, papers all over, a floor with sakura petals and a ball that was nowhere to be found.
Man. This totally sucks. He didn't expect it to be this huge and complicated. He's got to hurry and find it before--
"Master Nataku?" "Master Nataku, where are you?" "Please come out, we really need to get going soon!"
"SHIT."
He shut the door close and locked it. Leaning, he let off a sigh. But not of relief. He still needs to complete this mission before the owner of the office would return. Whoever the hell he was.
But as his eyes scanned the room, he had a weird feeling towards everything inside it, and the energy that dwelled all around. Now, he really found himself seriously asking.
Who is the owner of this office?
