Rin's Story

A humid day in Edo, as the Shichitou return back to the Inn. The streets were busy as usual, as mechants sold their wares, and kids ran around in the streets. Townsfolk shopped, another ordinary day in Edo...
Shichitou:
The Shichitou spread out 2 weeks ago in pairs, and are returning to Edo in the first post.
Takaya & The Bloody-one went to Kyoto

Murashige & Mio went to Sapporo

Sakurai and Yuji went to Fukuoka

Suzu stayed in Edo, and is currently waiting for the Shichitou back at Yamaguchi Inn

Akumu
Akumu stayed in Kyoto, and are just hearing about the Shichitou

Demon Head/Ninjas
All are traveling to the Yukimura village to meet up and dicuss. The Yukimura head is hosting the meeting this month.

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The first thing that entered his mind, was that he was hungry, so naturally he had stopped by a shop for a quick sip of tea and food. He had wandered away from Takeshi a while back, deciding they would meet up later. After all, it had been two weeks since they left for Kyoto together...and honestly, he was to tired to deal with the man's blood-thirsty actions. On their way back, they had run into some bandits. Takaya wanted to negotiate with them,but his partner had other plans. He had just cut them down quickly. Then they continued on.

As he sat and waited for his order, a drunkard had wandered into the shop, much to his disgust. He wrinkled his nose slightly, and silently hoped the man would just leave or pass out. He was wrong though, like always. The man released a sigh and stood up and walked toward the drunkard who was currently hitting on the poor waitress.

The next thing that happened, the tatami door flew down and the one who knocked it over? The drunkard's body. The man stood up, wiping his mouth a flush still evident on his face as he looked up at Takaya. He walked out calmly, back into the Edo heat. Despite what most people thought, he was quite comfortable in his attire, despite it looking to hot for the day. The man spoke, a slur evident in his voice.

"Hey youz...W-why the hell didja' do dat for?!"

The shichitou member remained quiet, his blue eyes narrowing towards the man. He didn't respond, choosing not to waste his breath on people like him. With a sigh, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. It was just an intimidation act, since he wouldn't draw it for no reason. Using his other hand, it slid partly the katana, it's silver blade reflecting the light of the harsh sun toward the man.

The man paled, easily shown on his flush face. Quickly, he got p, before stammering a slurred apology and ran off the other direction. Takaya watched for a few moments, before turning back into the shop and returning to his seat. The owner thanked him, and he nodded in return before sipping his tea calmly. He was still hungry after all, and started to eat the mitarashi dangos that waited for him at the table.

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Tucked into the shadowy corner of the small tea shop, there a peculiar girl sat. Dressed in a hakama, alterations made to forego pants, that defied any socially cultured expectation of women, this person was the definition of "enigma". If it was not the petite, doll-esque stature that drew attention then it would surely be the straw hat she wore, the brim titled downwards to shield her face from prying eyes... or it could be the foreign scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. Whatever it was, Rin was, perhaps, the most foreign object within this Edo-placed shop..yet it didn't bother her. Crossing her arms over her stomach, the half-oni decided to lower her eyelids, an attempt to block out the constant noise and humming of the patron's auras. How annoying.. mused her thoughts, slowly drawing out a breath.

However, that bliss didn't last long as an assaulting stench hit the Ronin, the owner's slurring confirming her thoughts. Drunk..of course.. how vile. However, the presence left as soon as it came, another following in close pursuit. Gently opening an eyelid, curiosity overtaking her being, Rin observed as a young man, a rather attractive one, came through the door and sitting back down. He must be the one who escorted the brash patron out.. Hooded gaze drifting over him, something made Rin freeze.. the katana. A high class one at that. Eyes narrowing in suspicion, the Oni female began to goes through the list of possible answers on who he was.

Amidst her analyzing, two young men had waltzed up to her seat, both rather ataken back. "Hey." Maybe a samurai? But wheres the crest of his daimyo? "Hey!" Hm..assassin? Wealthy clients perhaps..but why wear your katana in plain sight?" "HEY!" barked the growl of the older of the two, angry lacing each letter. Giving an impatient sigh, Rin finally gave the slightest turn of her head, face still tilted downwards. "Are you deaf or some shit? I said this is our seat! So get the hell up and move!" A slight frown painted it's way onto the Ronin's mouth hearing the vulgar language, awareness of how quiet the shop had become now full front. Finally tilting her face upwards, eyes narrowed with agitation, Rin finally spoke in her eerily soft manner. "How petty..claiming seats as if you were still in elementary."

Both men looked as if they were stuck in headlights, each one speechless and frozen. Quirking an eyebrow in questioning at them, a sinking feeling made it's presence known as the pair shared a knowing look. Even more so when the eldest turned back to her, a playful smirk appearing on his mouth. Frowning even deeper, the oni had to exercise immense self-control to prevent from breaking his arm as he inched closer, his body leaning down towards her and a mischievous twinkle appearing in his mocha eyes."Hm.. y'know, you are pretty cute.. Tell you what, you come back to our place and my friend and I will forget all about your blunder? Alright?"

Disgust flashed within Rin's royal purple orbs as she wordlessly glared up at his expectant face, her repulsion growing. Slipping under his outstretched arms, not even bothering to dignify his demand with a response, Rin absentmindedly yanked the brim over her face. Men..how disgusting. It was then, as she was nearing the front door, that someone had suddenly stopped her. Only giving a slight wince at the iron-tight hold on her wrist, the Ronin's body tensed at the sudden contact."Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?! Walking away from us like that?! Well you aren't leaving that easily, bitch!" fumed his voice, anger and malice lacing every sound. Narrowing her eyes in anger, Rin suddenly spun faster than humanely possible. With her wrist free of his grasp, the doll-sized girl darted forward before grabbing her captor's own wrist,effortlessly flipping him over her body and onto a nearby table.

Satisfied with the ear-splitting crack and groan, the half-oni turned on her heels to observe her handiwork. Reaching forward and grabbing the young man's collar, she jerked his body upwards before hissing out in ice. "Consider yourself lucky that you were only tossed." Letting go of his collar, the girl didn't even give a jump at the sound of his body hitting the broken table.. instead, her gaze wandered to rest on the figure at the head of the cracked wood. The man from earlier.

Takaya blinked as he heard more men talking. He glanced over behind him, toward the back of the tea house. A frown dancing on his lips as he watched a shorter figure dodge the two older ones. It was no doubt a woman, though she was dressed in a very strange attire. A cross between a shrine maiden and something else. Taking a sip of tea, he decided it would best not draw anymore attention to himself...though then again, he had already done so with the earlier action. Should he take his chances and try again to intervene? He was about to step in as the man grabbed the girl by her slender wrist.

Though as he watched the scene play out, the girl didn't need his help it seemed. He watched, before grabbing his dangos and tea, holding it right before the body hit his table. The splinters bounced harmlessly off his body, but some got into his tea though, much to his notice. He sighed a bit, as he watched the man groan in pain, the smaller girl spat out her threat before looking at him.

"..." He locked eyes with the girls purple ones, blue meeting the purple evenly. The girl's speed though was very fast...faster then most men he fought before. Blinking, he looked back down towards the man on his broken table and sighed. The hand that was held his now defiled tea was over the perverts head, and quickly poured out it's contents on to his head.

The man let out a yelp of pain, before jumping off of the broken table, holding his face. The man ran out of the small shop with haste. Takaya turned towards the other partner, and let out a icy cold glare. He stiffened and ran out, following his friend. Looking back down at the broken table, he glanced at the girl, before speaking.

"I believe you may owe the people and apology for this destruction." He said simply, before taking another bite of his dango.

The clang of metallic footsteps echoed between the buildings of Edo as the Takeshi made his way down the street, his blackish armor gleaming evilly in the bright sun light, his massive scythe resting upon his shoulder. Most laid eyes on him and retreated indoors, whispering rumors of "The Bloody Blade of The Shichitou". Some said he was an Oni that had decided to rebel. Others said he'd decimated an entire platoon of enemy soldiers single handedly. Actually, that one was true. He nearly smiled at the memory. Hundreds had fallen to his scythe that day, screaming in agony or for mercy. They had received none.

It was hot. Very hot. Takeshi hated alot of things, and summer time in Edo was one of them, mostly because he had yet to find a way to murder heat. It been two blissful weeks since he'd had to put up with this heat. Takaya and himself had been sent to patrol Kyoto on Suzo's orders, supposedly to look for potential dangers. Takeshi had been only too happy to comply. It'd been a fun trip, bandits and ronin abound. Hell, they had even been robbed on their way back to Edo! Naturally his companion Takaya had attempted to negotiate with the bandits. Takeshi had no intention of letting the scum live, so the bandits now lay six feet underground, cold as the stones placed above their heads. Unfortunately, there had been little to no sign of the Oni. Well, all he could do was wait, eventually the demons would rear their heads, and when they did, Takeshi would be there to take them.

As he made his way through the now abandoned street, he tended to have that kind of effect where ever he went, he noticed a pair of men running as fast as they could away from a small tea shop, one of which had tea covering their face and shirt. Takeshi stopped to watch as the two saw him, registered his presence, recognized who he was, then turned completely around and ran as fast as their fat little legs would carry them. He turned to the tea shop the two had originally fled from and quickly decided that whoever was inside could be an opponent. He took a better grip on his scythe and pushed aside the screen in the shop's doorway.

What he found was extremely disappointing. Takaya was already there, so it was likely he'd been the one to drive the men away. There was also a girl there he'd never seen before, but that didn't really mean much. It was quite well known that Takeshi was a terrible "people person".
"Oh, it's you..." Those were, shockingly, the first two words out of his mouth in the past two weeks. You didn't need to do a whole lot of talking when you're cutting a man in two. He sat at an unoccupied table and rested his scythe against the wall, simply pointing to "green tea" on the small menu with a metallic claw to order. It was surreal to see him sitting there, looking more like some kind of metal beast than a human being, ordering tea. He looked at the girl again, then Takaya. Then he simply waited for his tea like any normal patron would.

The wind blowing slowly around Aka, cooling the heavy heat of summer. Taking his right hand he runs it through his hair not used to not wearing his arm blade but knowing he needs to not to stand out. Rumors said the Shichitou were just in town the thought made Aka frown disappointed to have missed them, "would of been a good way to increase my reputation" Slowly thinking what do next Aka wanders back to the room he rented at a inn.

Grabbing his arm blade Aka takes out a whetstone and begins to sharpen his blade. "Kimiko needs to get back soon so we can leave hopefully she has a idea where they went." Aka says to himself, running his finger down the blade to test the sharpness. A drop of blood falls from his index finger splattering onto the floor, with a sigh he continues sharpening the blade not quite meeting his standards.

The sun was shining and today seemed like it would be a good day. Perhaps it was a little muggy, but that wouldn’t ruin Suzo’s good mood. But then something struck him, today the rest of the Shichitou would be coming back. Suzo sighed at the realization that the two weeks of peace and quiet would be over by sundown. Suzo readjusted the large basket on his back and made his way to the market.

By noon the once empty basket was full with a medley of vegetables, rice, and various meats. Suzo checked the weight of the once plump coin purse and approached one of the local merchants. “I’ll have three bottles of your finest sake.” Then Suzo realized how meagre three bottles was for his group especially with Yuji and Sakurai around. “On second thought, I’ll take seven.” The merchant gave Suzo a strange look and produced the seven bottles. “Big party tonight?” Suzo chuckled at the thought. “Something like that.” Suzo quickly counted out the payment and handed it to the merchant.

Suzo was delighted to find out that he had enough leftover to buy himself a nice cup of tea. As Suzo walked down the street towards to the local teahouse two men ran past him screaming about a demonic girl and terrifying metal man. "Sounds like Takeshi is back." Suzo entered the teahouse and found Takeshi siting patiently at his table and Takaya sitting at a very broken table staring into the eyes of a small girl. Suzo walked over to Takaya and stared at the odd sight. Suzo tapped the small girl on the shoulder "Excuse me mam I'm going to need to borrow my friend for few minutes, you can engage in eye combat with him after I'm done." Suzo turned Takaya, "Come, let's join Takeshi at his, non-broken table and get you a new cup of tea, I want to know how your mission went."

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Rin merely watched in wary apprehension as katana-weilding man swiftly dumped the last bit of his tea, each drop soiled with wood chips and paint peels, onto the pervert's head. And judging by the way he screamed, it apparently wasn't very pleasant. Just as the half-oni was about to open her mouth to question his actions, only slightly confused by his sudden behavior, the man's blue eyes connected hers evenly. Locked into combat over unwavering concentration, Rin couldn't help but allow for her royal purple orbs to narrow in distaste. Who is he? pondered her thoughts as their contact was broken.

"I believe you may owe the people and apology for this destruction." rang out his simple words, the tone holding an ever-so-slight suggestion. Quirking a delicate eyebrow at his response, Rin merely replied with that same hushed tone. "Why?" Tilting her head to the side, that eggplant waterfall rustling with the movement, the Ronin observed the man with a gleaming curiosity. However, that focused gleam was broken when another man piqued up, his voice holding a certain gruffness and coarseness to it. "Oh, it's you...". Not even bothering to send a cat-eyed glance over at the new voice, Rin reached up to tuck the brim of the hat down further. Its time for you to go.. lingering in a place for too long is dangerous. chided her inner voice, truth ringing out in every infliction. Exhaling yet another soft sigh, Rin was about to excuse herself when a hand tapped her shoulder. Hm.. judging by it's weight and shape, it's a man. assessed her conscious, the baritone voice confirming her suspicions. Excuse me mam I'm going to need to borrow my friend for few minutes, you can engage in eye combat with him after I'm done."

Keeping her face hidden beneath it's brim, the Ronin merely slipped a delicate hand into a side pocket of the miniskirt she wore before pulling out a wad of 2,000 yen bills. Silently dropping them on the broken table, the girl wordlessly slipped past the three men before disappearing into the streets, not even once acknowledging them further.

Ren Tadashi

Of course with the heat, the demon was slightly annoyed. He absolutely hated the heat of edo, as it hit the blonde's back. It was annoying that most people found this a wonderful day. What. Utter. Bullshit. Annoyance clearly showed on his face, as a scowl found its usual place on his features. The reason why he was here? He knew it was the Yukimura clan's turn to host the meetings of the heads. He had long cast away the clans,but was curious to see if the new Kazama leader would show her face.

A frown pulled at his lips, as he felt something hit his leg. An annoyed look crossed his face as he looked down to see a brat had bumped into it. The kid looked up, before saying "Sorry...Ni-ch-" The boy cut himself off, as he noticed Ren's dark look. The kid ran off in fear. Ren's glare was then directed at a merchant, who had tried to call him over. Humans were as annoying as ever today it seemed. As he walked, a crowd seemed to come out of nowhere, and he bumped into a smaller human. Annoyance lit his voice, as he spoke.

"Watch where your going, you blind trash."

His red eyes hardened as he glared at the girl in front of him-a very short, purple haired girl. Though for some reason, he couldn't tell if she was an adult or not. He couldn't see any other humans that could be the girl's parents, but she seemed to short to be left alone.

The Ronin wandered aimlessly through the crowded streets of Edo, the blistering heat currently crisping the dirt paths not really bothering her as much as it should have. However, a slight frown did tug at the corners of her doll-esque mouth. The cause? The bustling crowd was easily tossing her around, a mere stray leaf, subjected to the wind's cruel treatment. Damn my height.. chided her inner voice, royal purple orbs glued to the stamped earth. Absentmindedly reaching up her slender hand, Rin pulled the brim further down to shield her exposed face from the elements and prying eyes, pace quickening.

Ow! What the-?! hissed her thoughts, annoyance leaking into them. Apparently in the rush, the Ronin had crashed into the body of a larger person, her head feeling the impact more than any part of her body. Giving a slight wince, the girl was about to open her mouth when the victim harshly spoke. "Watch where you're going, you blind trash." hissed his cold voice, agitation palpable. How rude. resonated that voice, her mouth instantly clamping shut and purple orbs narrowing.

"I suggest you hold your silver tongue and learn your place while you're at it, you snake." came the soft hiss from Rin, loathing and superiority colouring her tone. How dare he! Not even bothering to raise the brim of the protective straw hat, the Ronin merely gave a scoff of disbelief before maneuvering around him. With a small tch and a shake of her head, the half-oni was searching for an opportune moment to remerge with the crowd.

Ren Tadashi

As the short girl spoke, his scowl returned to his face again. Hearing her annoying response, as well as her tone like she was greater then he was. His eyes narrowed at the girl, what another annoyance humans were these days. He grabbed the girl's hair, pulling her backwards before then speaking again.

"You little brat...someone should teach you a few manners..." He hissed out, annoyance easily visible in his icy voice.

The demon harshly turned the small girl around easily, as he yanked off her hat. Along with the annoying heat, as well as the crowd of humans, he was far beyond the point of annoyed. More like mad. He looked at her face, eyes narrowing. He looked at her purple eyes, a bit in disdain. No human would have such eyes, yet he didn't sense her anything but a human.

Ren growled out again, and grabbed her wrists, hard in a iron grip. Enough to cause a bruise if she was a human.

"You crossed me on a wrong day, filthy dog..." He hissed out, as he clutched even harder. The man's eyes had something that can be described as blood-lust, as well as anger in the scarlet irises.

Rin was desperately scanning the mass of movement for any opportune moment to reconvene with the streets.. and luckily she found one. However, just as her small frame jolted forwards to make the transition, a hand suddenly shot out to latch onto her hair. And judging by the shooting pain in her scalp, the man's attempt was a success. Desperately trying to ignore the pain coming from the bitter taste of disappointment, Rin began to grind her jaw as she was jerked backwards and into the solid body once more.

"You little brat...someone should teach you a few manners..." came the stranger's hiss, the iced annoyance so tangible it made her shiver. What the hell is his problem!? screeched that inner voice, infuriated as her doll-esque frame was abruptly spun around. In fact, looking up into the wrathful face of this stranger, Rin couldn't help but have her attention direct to three thoughts: 1. Her hat was now being stomped to death in the bustling streets 2. No one was going to come help her, everyone was apparently terrified. And 3. This man, whoever he was, was surprisingly quite attractive.. if it wasn't for the scowl of disdain marring his features that was. However, that china doll worthy face didn't give away single emotion besides irritation as she trained her blazing gaze on his face, her tone easily matching his. "I could say the same for you.. grabbing a lady by her hair like that!" How much more vile can you get?!"

It wasn't until a few seconds later that those purple orbs traveled downwards, alarmed by the growl and sudden warmth near her hand, that the Ronin fully realized his hand overlapped on her wrist. And, by the looks of his white knuckles, was squeezing rather hard. Thankfully, Rin's oni blood kicked in and was busy at work healing the newly forming bruise, it's color and throbbing fading the moment it appeared. Well..at least it's useful now.. appraised her inner voice as her glare returned to his face, threat looming in the aura she dispelled.

You crossed me on a wrong day, filthy dog..." resonated the man's crossed hiss once more, this time sounding more powerful. Fear began to creep into the crevices of the girl's mind as her attention became mesmerized by the sudden shifting in his scarlet irises, the yearning for bloodshed quite evident. Kicking in her inhuman speed, the Ronin instinctively swung her foot upwards, catching him in the stomach. Seeing it was her chance to get away, Rin yanked her wrist out of his hold before sprinting off into the crowd.

What..what is he!? I mean.. I could always use my power to find out.. but do I want to risk it? contemplated the conflicted thoughts, not even wasting time to look over her shoulder to see if he was following. Instead, she focused on the task at hand; get through the crowd. The realization that her pace was slowed, however, kicked in rather fast, her eyes now darting to find a place to hide. Spying an alleyway off the main road, Rin darted for it's cover without a second heartbeat.

Ren Tadashi

Ren's mouth pulled into a cruel smirk as she responded back at him, questioning how vile he was. He opened his mouth to respond, and what came out was a simple sentence, filled with hostile intent.

"I'll show you how vile I can be, you little brat." Though as he was about to possibly attack her, something caught his attention. The purple discolored skin that was supposed to be where he held her wrists harshly was still the pale color of her usual skin. Though this gave her the distraction she needed to get away.

Her speed was quite fast, it even caught him by surprise. It was too fast for a human, but to weak to be a demon. Though it did take him by surprise, so he loosened his grip slightly, though that allowed her to make a break for it. He wasn't going to let her get away. No one attacked him and lived to tell the tale-not even a woman would escape his wrath.

Though it was quite hard to find such a small figure in a big crowd, he spotted her by the purple coloring of hr hair. A smirk pulled again, and he moved his hoari aside, fully revealing his sword to onlooker's eyes. In a cold voice, he spoke.

"Move aside!" He easily pushed people aside regardless of who ever went in his way. His trained crimson eyes easily spotted her as she ducked into an ally. That stupid girl...going in there wouldn't help her anyway. She was going to die today.

He easily got to the ally that the girl thought she could hide from him.

"You asked how vile I am right brat? Well...i'll show you now..." He drew the blade easily, and it let out a deadly hiss, as the sun glinted off from the blade. "Though...before I do kill you...which clan are you from?" He said, looking at her. He knew she wasn't human, she healed to quickly to be one...which meant she was a demon.

Takeshi watched idly as their leader, Suzo, entered the tea shop. He said something to the purple haired girl before she abruptly left small shop. She seemed quite odd, and coming from Takeshi that was saying alot seeing as his usual opinion of people amounted to either "to weak to bother with" or "meat bag that needs to die". Naturally his opinions concerning his comrades were quite different. He respected and admired all of them in varying degrees. Suzo, for example, he admired for his ability to lead and his combat prowess, though in a head on fight Takeshi believed he would come out victorious. The man had a terrible defense. On a side note, he enjoyed the man's cooking.

His allies joined him at his undamaged table and tea was brought. Takeshi very carefully picked up the fragile cup in his metal plated fingers and took a sip of the tea while Takaya summed up the past two weeks in exactly two sentences. He placed the tea back on the table and made his "I should say something now" face, which looked like an average person would if they were deep in thought. Then he spoke, his voice as monotone and distant as it always seemed to be when he wasn't surrounded by people that needed to die. "Attempted robbery. Justified. Buried them." He rested his chin in his left palm and stared out one of the shops windows. "Don't like bandits." This time there was audible disdain in his voice. Just thinking about them made him furious! After he'd left home with a quarter of his family's fortune, he'd been attacked by countless bandits, sometimes even in broad daylight.

His sheer anger at the thought of bandits was easily visible, his body tense like a steel spring and his lips drawn back in a snarl. He took a deep breath to calm himself, he didn't want to cause his comrades any trouble, and stood very slowly. "Will go for a walk. Watch scythe." He felt that if he brought his scythe he'd be liable to kill someone. Well, it might happen anyway, but it wasn't quite so likely. He stepped around Takaya and quietly exited the tea shop.

He started walking down the baked dirt road when he noticed something odd. The crowd was dispersing quite quickly, and not because of him. Curious, he kept walking down the street. There he saw the odd girl from before, now with another strange man grabbing her by the wrist. Then the girl deftly kicked the man in the stomach and ran off.
Well that was odd. Perhaps it would be best if refrained from involving myself? Besides, any man that lets little girls kick him in the stomach isn't worth any of my time.
Having reached a decision, Takeshi sighed and kept walking, his heavy foot steps echoing down the empty street. That was until the strange man pushed his hoari aside and revealed his weapon, commanding what crowd remained to move aside as he darted after the small girl. Takeshi stood there for a few moments, his hands shaking slightly until the balled into fists, a mad, almost evil grin slowly spreading across his face. Three... two... one! He bolted after the strange man, eyes alight with mad glee. Even in a full suit of armor, he ran faster than most men could run normally and it wasn't long before he found them again. They were in a small alleyway, the man now with his weapon drawn. Takeshi almost started laughing, but managed to refrain from doing so, though the pure joy he felt was quite evident. He slowly stepped into the alley, his heavy footsteps echoing deeply in the small space.

He slowly dragged his metal clawed fingers against the wooden wall of the alley, leaving deep gouges in the wood. He finally spoke, his voice filled with a bizarre mix of barely contained excitement and raw anger. "This will be more fun than walk. Will fight you instead."
He might've been at a slight disadvantage without his scythe, but it would only get stuck in the cramped alley. His fists would be more than enough. He slid his feet apart, left foot out in front right foot back with his feet at 45 degree angle and parallel to each other, hands slowly clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

Ren simply blinked and turned, as he registered a new opponent. It was only a white haired human, in some type of armor. As the man scratched the ally way's walls, he simply sighed and turned. To him, the newcomer just reminded him of a cat puffing up its fur-nothing more of a threat. After all, this man was only human-creatures he barely thought were strong enough to bother with. This was a human, no matter how dressed or under dressed he was, or how he feigned to be a sort of demon.

Ren simply turned around, though blocking any escape the other girl had. He spoke, his voice even, and cold.

"Unfortunatly, I have no interest in fighting weak humans." He paused, before adding "Especially one who tries nothing but to seem greater."

With that said, he simply had a bored gaze,as he continued to stare at the shichitou. He wasn't interested in anyone but this demon girl at the moment. He could care less what the other man did. By his observation, he had no weapon, except that sorry excuse for armor he wore. The spikes on it looked sharp, yes but wounds by slashing was not a real threat when you could heal instantly and quickly.

The tall blonde man finally turned to Takeshi and spoke in a harsh and cold tone of voice. Apparently, he believed Takeshi to be a weak... human? An interesting choice of words. What kind of person refers to another as "human"? The answer wasn't clear, but that wasn't a concern for him. However this man may not be human, whatever that left was a mystery to Takeshi.
"I am human, but human is not me." A surprisingly philosophical statement from the likes of Takeshi. He was going to fight this man, that part had already been decided, but Takeshi was currently short his favored weapon while his opponent wielded a katana. While this put him at what most people would think of as a disadvantage, Takeshi thought of it as a challenge. One he intended to overcome. No real point in holding back then!

Takeshi surged forward with shocking speed, easily closing the distance between himself and the man in a fraction of a second, grinning like the mad man he was. His stance had changed while surged as well, his right leg now forward and the left leg back. It was this alternating stance that allowed him to move so quickly even in such heavy armor. His right fist shot out like a loosed arrow, aimed just above the under the rib cage where the spleen was located. His left hand stayed low, near the man's sword hand to block an incoming attack or disarm the man should he falter.

Ren watched coldly, as the man spoke back at him. Saying he wasn't human? What utter drivel. He didn't need useless human blood on his sword. It was just a pain to clean off later. His red eyes watched, as the man charged. Although it may have seen fast, to him it was in slow motion. A human's body was too predictable, hardly worth the challenge to a demon who had keener senses then them.

Ren quickly drew his out his scabbard from his sash. He held it so his forearm was protected as he easily blocking the man's clawed punch. He was stronger then most humans as he still felt a little wave of pain shoot up in his arm, but Ren's strength could hold him back. The man thought that he could block his sword it seemed, as his other hand was near it. How wrong he would be. With a grin, Ren shoved the man backwards as soon as the man's punch connected and using his super human strength to have him off-balance, before he brought his sword upward faster than any human could. The sword wanted to cut in an cresant shape, aiming for his exposed torso from his armor. From his left side of his hip, all the way to his right shoulder was where he aimed, as it was the most exposed part of the armor.

Though even if the man managed to block his sword strike, it would easily cause him to bleed blood despite the armor he wore. He had half the mind to even break that precious metal suit he wore...but to do that he'd need his full strength.

"You worthless cur...I'll make sure to painfully wound you and your stupid pride."

Takeshi had been right. This man was not human. No human he'd ever faced had the speed, the skill or the daring to block one of his punches. With a scabbard no less, to minimize damage to the arm. However, the punch caused the scabbard to split length wise along the seam where the two wooden pieces met. Suddenly the man pushed him with inhuman strength, attempting to throw him off balance. Takeshi moved with the push instead of against it, allowing his body to naturally find a point of balance.

Takeshi knew what would happen next. The man would swing upwards and across, attempting to cut him along his exposed torso, as it was the best attack that could be made with where he held the sword. Takeshi ducked, leaning to the right, barely avoiding the deadly blade, even losing a few hairs to its edge. This was bad. This inhuman man held to much of the advantage, he needed his scythe if he was going to kill this one. Acting quickly, Takeshi spun his body to the right and kicked himself away. The spin caused the strage flail on his back to swing in an ark for the man's neck. Not caring whether or not the flail hit the man, Takeshi threw himself out of the alley and into the street. He'd have to stick to the defensive, his attacks simply wouldn't have an effect on this man until he got a weapon.

"Did you see those two thugs fighting over there?" A girlish voice came from the crowd of people.

Takaya paused, to hear the gossiping women by a merchant. Fighting men...there was probably a chance that it was Takeshi as one of the combatants in that battle.

No way! There is? Is it that fellow in the Black metal? He was walking by earlier, and looked like that type to pick one! Howdreadful."

Takaya sighed inwardly,as that confirmed the fellow warrior was indeed the one in the fight. An ally way...that would be straight forward from here. A frown pulled at the corners of his lips, as he walked towards the ally. He was getting strange looks as he carried the other's scythe around the district. After all, the other was known to do so, not so much him.

As he grew closer, he heard the sounds of battle and walked faster, and stopped when he saw the said man that he was looking for. A eyebrow raised in question, he then said "...Takeshi...what are you doing?"

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A smirk was easily seen on his face,as the man flew backward. He had missed his neck by a few inches. He glanced down at the now split scabbard, and sighed. He'd have to repair it later.

Ren didn't move out of the ally, after all if he did that would give his interest a chance to run away-something he didn't want right now. This man was simply just a distraction, an annoyance. A bug. And even lower then that. All humans were. With that thought, he glanced back at the girl, then spoke towards her.

"You are a demon...yet you don't know which clan your from?" His voice was cold and sharp. A scowl returned to his face as he waited for the girl's response. He was very interested in her, after all her speed was like a demon, yet her strength was hardly worth it.