#heroiclegends

Madara was familiar with the beauty of the sunset. He has seen it many times, but found a sense of serenity with it each time. Now, here by the ocean, he was joined by a green-haired woman. She possessed a great amount of power from what he can sense. Still she seemed almost child-like. He watched her for a bit before finally breaking the silence.

She felt small for once, her hair making a deep red shawl around her shoulders as she drank that shitty cheap beer Zabuza enjoyed. She came here every year, just about. She'd grab their favorite food, snag his shitty beer and then sit down in a drunken babbling stupor for a few hours.

Sure it was stupid, but it kind of helped her get by? Even if she basically talked to herself the entire time, like a psychopath.

“Jeez, ya say nothing much but it sounds like I missed quite the lively party.” The pirate captain chuckled. “I am curious about said choice words whether good interesting or bad interesting, but I know I’m kind of an outsider so I’d understand why ya wouldn’t share.” He stated with a nod and a smile.

Hiru had only arrived to the city of Magnolia the other day and just so happened to get swept up in the shenanigans of the Fairy Tail guild that were taking place. It was hard not to feel like he fit right in given the atmosphere of guild being similar to that of his own crew that he had been sailing with for the last two years. Though of course even with the feeling of camaraderie he felt from everyone there were some people, at least in this initial stages of him being here, that he felt more inclined, or better to say more ease, talking to. The crimson haired woman, he believed her name was Erza, was one of said individuals.

Hiru couldn’t deny, she had him there. He was in fact somewhere completely unfamiliar to him and was potentially not even supposed to be here.