Placing the rim of tea cup upon cherry pink lips, the movement was done with such refinement that even a true princess would be envious. All eyes were upon the Blue Haired Beauty that had entered the Tavern a couple of moments ago. A few would have the courage to stare hoping they would not be noticed or be rewarded even with the smallest smile from such a visionary maiden that even a geisha of highest quality would have a hard time competing with. Others only spare glances once in awhile knowing the possibility of the said lady being a member of a certain organization from the swords being carried by such a petite woman. It is better to be safe than be filled with regret later on upon offending the Blue and White Clad lady who was calmly passing time by having a cup of tea and a few snacks. Although, the atmosphere of the noisy establishment seemed to be of silence since the entrance of the female mystery.

To the said lady, she was agreeable with the mood. The quiet environment would do everyone good once in a while. In addition, she required it since her weariness from her travel seemed to be taken toll on her body. She wondered if this was caused by her love for riding than walking. Maybe it was, her endurance had been affected and she would need to do something about it. A heavy training to improve her stamina would be done once she returned to her current "home". Putting down the said cup upon the wooden table, she began to eat the food she had ordered. It was a perfectly fried plate of tempura. Using her chopsticks, she picked one and placed the said cooked shrimp upon her mouth. However, she had no idea that it would cause a certain stirring in the loins of few drunken men due to the manner she eat with such elegance that would appear seductive to a few eyes. inciting an unwanted event.

"Hey there beautiful!"

A drunken burly man said towards her person. The man even had the audacity to grab her free arm seemingly wanting to place her full attention towards her. She cast her cold azure eyes towards the ruffian that would cause enough shivers of death to anyone however, if one is drunk all common sense would be erased. She did not want to waste time on such useless people especially she only wanted to eat here before returning. But, this type of men never ceased to occupy her life once in awhile. For the sake of decency, she pulled her arm away from his grasp and returned to eating her meal, dismissing him entirely. This caused a few snickers from the other customers who were witnessing the scene.

"I have no intention of being even an acquaintance with you."

Drinking her tea again, she ignored the presence of the said man who was now flaming with much anger within him for such embarrassment. However, it seemed that the man was not alone as some of his "lackeys" in her terms came to his aid. The next thing she knew her table had been flipped over and her remaining tempura were scattered among the floor including the broken pieces of the plate. This was their answer after giving them a chance to walk away. Then, she would not be held responsible for the events about to transpire.

"You whore! How dare you speak like that to our friend!"

"Just because you have those swords of yours you can act all high and mighty!"

"I bet those are mere decorations!"

"Kneel down, I might forgive you."

Annoying declarations of their bravado flooded the Tavern. The onlookers were very curious of what would happen and did not even make a move to aid a lone woman. There was nothing to expect from them in her opinion. They were criminals that have lost their sense of heroism in the long run. Why do they think that a woman like her cannot even fight? These kind of people should be taught a valuable lesson in a very painful way. She stood from her seat and gazed coldly at the men encircling her. Do they think that numbers would scare her? and how dare they think she would lower herself towards these mongrels? Never in her life would she kneel down in front of anyone except for the grave of her family. Reaching for one of her swords, she unsheathed it. The men saw this and ridiculed her once more. There words were now noise to her ears that were useless to be interpreted.

"I gave you a chance to leave with a semblance of dignity and life. How dare all of you to insult the fourth arm of The Kraken."

After proclaiming such a statement, she unsheathed one of her swords and made one swift and flawless movement. The sound of the bells attached on her chosen clothes were the last thing heard by everyone there and an awful scream of pain from the instigator of the event. For the scene presented before them was of the dead bodies of his "lackeys" who had their mouths slashed off and him remaining alive but losing his entire right arm that was now sprawled on the gorund that had dared touch her person. Not an ounce of blood was upon her person. Grabbing a piece of cloth on the floor, she wiped her Katana clean and sheathed it. The people who were watching was now filled with horror and admiration at the same time. After doing so, she gazed at the man with much indifference.

"Clean the mess you made and pay for the damages."

Eyes of cold blue gazed at the fellow Kraken member who entered the bloody scene she had crafted. It was the Third Arm, Ken Senpuu. There was no bad memories between them although, it is noticeable that all members of The Kraken had a specific competitive presence around them. After all, they were all trained warriors of the highest caliber. It is only natural for them to be interested in the idea of being superior with each other. However, she had no reason to be in such a mood since her meal was spoiled by worthless ruffians who did not have slightest knowledge who they were dealing with. There is a saying, "Regret can be seen at the end". She was certain that the only remaining person alive in her minuscule man slaughter was currently in regret.

The atmosphere within the Tavern had greatly differ from before. Earlier, there was merely a slight tinge of fear of the unknown now, it was filled with horror. Well, it cannot be helped at all with all the customers at present witnessed such a gruesome scene and the appearance of another Kraken member. However, she had given enough warning to the useless brigands. It was their own choice which had made them meet their end. Straightening a slight crease in her ruffled dress, she calmly gazed at the man pathetically grieving at the lost of his arm and the trauma he had experienced in a few moments. During these times, the blue-haired beauty was truly still have a merciful heart at the very least.

"Call for a doctor, Owner. Send me the bills later."

With that said, she proceeded to meet with Ken who undoubtedly cracked a joke upon her person. It was something unexpected thus, it indicated that the man was in a good mood. She wondered what was the cause of such merriment. Another thing that bothered her was calling her "Hime-chan". It had been a pet name of hers since she had entered the Blackguards. However, it does not mean she liked it. The alias just seemed to feminine for her liking and at times would be the cause of trivial arguments among their group. Still, she constantly complains and the others would simply continue calling her that much to her irritation. Thus, it had made her entered the V.I.P room reserved unofficially for their organization.

Upon opening the doors, her azure colored eyes gazed at the man who invited her for a celebration which she had no idea was about. Nevertheless, Mizuki stood with much elegance and beauty that radiated from her. Her current appearance had no trace of the earlier encounter she had downstairs. The blue and white kimono she wore had no traces of any blood that would be evidence of her fight. Furthermore, it made her more noticeable upon a room with such clothes especially when it clearly flattered her body shape. A natural enticing woman she really is. It was no wonder many men from all walks of life would want to be the owner of such a lady. In any case, she did not take her seat yet as she spoke with such a tone meant for business.

"Kenny, what is this celebration for? Have something happened while I was away? And additionally, do not call me "Hime-chan". How many times do I have to tell you people about that."

Mizuki crossed her arms over her chest trying to create a threatening figure. However, she greatly fails on that for she simply looked rather cute in such a stance. Her azure eyes were slightly narrowed and her cherry pink lips were in a small pout akin to a child that did not receive what he or she wanted. It would be better if she had unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the neck of Ken and matched it with a death glare. Maybe this is the reason, why she had been called "Hime-chan" especially being the youngest in terms of age in The Kraken.

"Not at all," replied Asuka to Kimuio's remark, "It is the fools who wish for death. I only grant their wish." Asuka didn't turn her head when she heard footsteps walking towards them. She did side-glance at Saito briefly followed by a nod in acknowledgement. She listened when the Kraken leader spoke and said nothing which signaled her understanding.

"Very well. I must take my leave for now," Asuka turned and walked ahead one step. "Kimuio. Saito. Please do not hesitate to call me if my services are needed. Sayonara." The young woman acted and spoke formally, with a high regard for manners. If she had not been a cold-hearted killer, she could have easily been accepted into first class society.

Despite her gentle calmness and tranquility, once she is excited, there is no way to calm her down. The only thing that can stir her emotions like that is her passion for battle and thirst for blood. But don't get her wrong, not all fights do this to her. It is only fights where her opponent actually has a chance of surviving, a chance that Asuka may die.

But it has been ages since she had encountered a partner like that and because of that, life has lost its colour to her. She walked forward with a bored look about her, once again ignoring the many eyes of the public that was laid on her. She entered Kyoujin Tavern, thinking that maybe alcohol may soothe her boredom, even if it was just by a little bit.

"Mizuki-san, Ken-san. Kombanwa," she said, sitting down in their private room. They might as well have made it official; no-one would dare step a foot in this room, not if they wanted to be killed. Although a sign would only remind others of what they already knew. Asuka took a sip from her sake cup, sighing deeply. "I wonder when we might actually be doing something?"

Raising one of her eyebrow which showed her degree of annoyance from the fact of being laughed at, despite him apologizing. It is clear that she did not like people making fun of her especially when it would be about her skills and position. Therefore, she was not the kind to easily forgive without having any sort of compensation in her part. So, she approached the Ken and took a cup of sake that she poured herself. After doing so, she stood before him and had a mischievous smile upon her lips. It only served to enhance her natural beauty however, she wanted to look a tad bit intimidating in a sense. In one swift movement, Ken was bathed in sake as MIzuki had showered her with the drink she has in hand.

"I did not know what came over me. We are even now and I do not like the name Hime! How many times do I have to tell you that! In addition, you are only using it to tease me."

With that being said, she sat beside him in an elegant manner that was common to her. It was something that she did not require a sense of consciousness since it was akin to the "Hime" of the Kraken. In truth, she does not like the taste of any alcoholic drink and her tolerance for such thing is sadly zero. At one point, she had been forced by the other members of their organization to drink one cup and she passed out within seconds. It was truly embarrassing and she had a terrible headache afterward. She would never understand when in celebrating some event. Sake must be there always. In any case, she would accompany him the very least.

"Moon is fine in a sense. You should not drink too much. Despite, you mastering a technique. You are already red, Kenny."

An unspoken competition was among their members and it was all but a friendly game. Personally, she thought of it as a drive or trigger to outdo each other in every possible way. Hearing that Ken had mastered a new skill, she cannot help but harness her abilities as well. She did have in mind to enhance her endurance since she is lacking on that department. Maybe, she could do something about that. Her thoughts were distracted when another person entered the room. Letting her azure eyes gaze at the newcomer who greeted her and Ken, it was none other than Lily Asuka. Another thing, she seemed to have already taken her seat and drank a cup. It is truly something that eluded her. Alcohol is truly bad for her and seeing someone younger than her drink. Mizuki truly wondered how the young were being raised nowadays.

"Good evening. Everything has its time, Asuka-san."

Saito smirked as he heard Daishisen's reply.

"Alright then, I see. Well if you do have something for me do to, make sure its at least entertaining. All these mediocre tasks a making my skills dull..." He gave a small laugh, then sighed. "I suppose I will go for some tea. Farewell..." Saito gave a small wave then turned and left. He found his way to Kyoujin Tavern, and made his way to the private room. He sighed as he saw a drunken Asuka and Ken.

"Really children...Too much alcohol can kill you you know?" He sat down and removed his helmet, letting his brown hair fall down. "Oh well I suppose its not my place to say, so I guess you two can drink yourselves under the table." Saito looked over at Mizuki and smiled. "Mizuki-san, it's been awhile. I'm sure you haven't let your skills rust, right?" He smiled and signalled the waitress over, who nervously approached. "Please bring me some green tea please." He calmly asked, and the waitress left to get his drink. "We will all need to be ready at a moment's notice, for who knows what the future brings." He said with a smirk.