#kazeoto

apathetically looks at the man, gives him a few blinks .... then pushes her plate of food over to him. proceeds to drink her iced tea.

Take what he needed ... that was his normal way of doing things. To simply come in and find somebody that could be of use to him and go about his mission ... 

This time was different. 

Tengen needed somebody that was more capable than those of the lower ranking systems, needed somebody that could hold their own and he wouldn’t have to worry about their lives as much as he would with a different kind of slayer. And with his curiosities up about a certain demon slayer that had a shroud of mystery over her ... he was hitting two birds with one stone currently. 

There wasn’t a single sound made as he arrived in the same area that the wind breather was in ... not even the slightest puff of air to alert the other that Tengen had arrived. Sure, he could have simply used the front door ... but he wanted to see how she’d react. 

   Law huffs a smokey breath out through his nose, the joint hanging loosely from his fingers. Golden eyes peer out from the shadow of his hat, practically glowing as they catch the early morning light. A chill still lingers in the air but it doesn’t affect the Northerner in his short sleeves and almost entirely open shirt. The cold isn’t a problem for him and this brisk air tells him this spring island is about to have a wonderfully fresh day. Suitable for an island where flowers are so large they act like trees. They tower over the cobbled streets, rising from gardens that surround quaint little cottages. Not so where the Surgeon of Death has placed himself.

   He lingers in the gloom of a warren of streets. Buildings close together and the occasional sad looking bloom rising out of designated plots in the side walk. This shabby part of town still sits close to the market place, the early morning bustle threatening to become a roar out in the nearby wider streets. Law pays no mind to it, his sharp gaze focused on a particular wooden door and the occupant that will be leaving it very soon. Someone he needs to follow.

   With a sigh he adjusts Kikoku on his shoulder, the sword feeling particularly restless this day. People walk by him as he waits, leaning against the wall. Most pay no mind to him. Some glance and quickly go on their way, not liking the vibe this particular man is giving off. The majority is heading towards the markets.

   One particular figure stands out, her attire not quite fitting the peasantry dress of the locals. Long hair trailing behind and a sword on her person that draws Law’s gaze for a moment. It sends a tingle through him, the surgeon feeling something familiar. Kikoku does too and for a second she practically jerks in his grip. His hand tightens on her sheath, frowning in irritation and eyes turning to the cursed blade. The subtle whispers in the back of his mind grow, becoming insistent. They demand he follows the girl but he shoves down that alien urge.

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