Passing through

Along the dirt road where one was not to wander alone these days a single figure walked along the dirt without a care it seemed he was a wandering samurai to most, as they beheld a huge five foot blade at his back. The figure was large by certain standards to be exact the figure was six foot two thanks to his wooden geta that made a clacking noise every time they hit the ground. Without the geta the figure would have only been six foot exactly but his build was large as well not just his height he had broad shoulders that filled out the clothes he was in easily. Now to his clothes it was an odd sight one might say to see such a person in these clothes, His kimono was a dark purple with bright pink sakura petals swirling upwards around it. Around his waist was a black sash and at the back of his hips rode the five foot long blade it was turned sideways so it was easy to draw if need be but no one would be messing with this man.

As we have described his clothes we move on to his face now, his skin is a light tan due to the amount of walking he does in the sun every day being a wanderer. Along his face and neck many could see thing jagged lines, they were scars from nicks and cuts he had received in battles with others but the most noticeable scar on his face was the scar on the bridge of his nose. It was small but very wide and deep when he had first gotten the wound it hand cut into the cartilage of his nose and he couldn't breathe from his nose for weeks it had been annoying. His left eye was a dark red almost like the color of blood while his right eye was shut it had been damaged years ago when he was caught in an explosion. His hair was cut short and naturally spiked backwards it was mostly pitch black except for the front right tuft of hair it was snow white which he believed was done by a true Shinigami when he was hallucinating after said explosion. This man was Tsuna the one they called The Wandering Shinigami he had been through the incredible battles of the past ten years and was now a man who was thought to be a true Shinigami the man who to this day was undefeated. He walked through the phoenix gates without looking back a slight frown on his face, if one looked close enough they would see a hint of blood upon those wooden geta of his that clacked so loudly.

OOC: Entered the gates Exit

Obsidian walked silently in his rather huge armor and outfit, needless to say this drew some attention to him. He continued however giving no pause to anyone who glared at him. It wasn't like he hadn't passed through here before, the southern territory was quite popular this time of year due to the recent fraction uprisings. To them he was just another sword for hire as he had no signet of a fraction on his robes. No doubt scouts would confront him soon to join there "cause" and whatever that would be. he would shrug them off just as he had with the hundreds of others. Some might even know his name, but he would be surprised. He knew that only people who wanted other people dead knew his name. Other than that it would be family members or friends of those he had slain. he hadn't done any work recently in the southern territory, this was probably what drove him to coming here. He also knew for a fact that money was good here. Nobles had been fighting nobles for some time now and an extra unpledged sword was always in high demand. his red and dark violet robes swayed as his yellow armor reflected off the sun. His mask that hid his face from the sun and the eyes of everyone else. Roba himself loved the southern territory. It was full of lovely women and relaxation. It had been three years since Amelia had died and he had finally let her go. he knew there was no point in hanging on the past, being obsidian had taught him that. after all he had to have fortitude to attack someone he had just helped not a month ago in some cases. These cased did happen on occasion. He passed through the gates, ready for his next mission. He stood by the gates for awhile waiting to see if anything passed his way before leaving.

(ooc: this will become an exit if gone unreplied for two days.)

Balmung strolled through the small town heading for the Phoenix gate, His hair blew in the soft southern wind and made his swan feather cloak lift up giving the aspects of wings on the young warrior. He walked easily through the crowds people gave him a wide berth not wanting to bring attention to themselves which Balmung agreed with these were times of war notice was bad.

Balmung came to the southern gate as a group of people came up talking to him apparently these were relatives to the family he had come across on the southern plains, Balmung smiled as he nodded bowing here and there before continuing on, he had slaughtered bandits nothing more no heroics for that only judgment.

Balmung looked over as he spotted a man in armor through his peripheral vision then spotted the man's sword, Balmung moved over looking at the man in said armor and stood with his hand's behind his back. "I apologize sir but all weapons must be checked before entering the Phoenix gate. Balmung was no official but that didn't mean this man knew that of course Balmung's attire said all but official.

Roba watched people passing by one by one. A few looked like fighters and others looked nothing less then peasants. He keep an eye out for more chasind folk, the bandits and politicians who wanted to be "promoted" yet saw nothing. He did notice another fairly decent swordsman. A younger man round 18, possibly nobility considering his outfit. Townsfolk had come to congratulate him for something that was probably petty. he was just a child playing hero, not really understanding what it meant to fight as he bowed like he had been the first person ever to kill for people. He soon passed by him and then looked his way. He turned and came towards him. Then he mentioned that all blades needed to be checked. In a way this angered Obsidian. He reached for Sho at his side and quickly removed it from its sheath, leveling the blade at his chest horizontally pointing from shoulder to shoulder with his arm fully extended outward. The blade itself was pointed at Roba, instead of the man, he didn't want conflict after all. he wasn't paid to strike at this man so he wasn't worth the effort in his eyes.He let it hang there for a good 5 seconds before placing it back into its sheath just as quickly as he had removed it. He then crooked his head to one side and nodded in an attempt to say " there you go".

Balmung noticed the man's eyes under the mask it seemed the man was mistaken very much already judging someone was a fatal mistake, his eyes shot to the blade and with the time of removal and placement balmung's sharp eyes had caught every detail of said blade. Balmung drew his own blade with lightning speed and replaced it in a flash giving the man a joking wink. "Never judge it will get you killed.

Balmung turned heading towards the gate whistiling a eerie tune of a warrior who spoke to a eagle. The story was simply told the eagle told the man if he jumped from the nest the man would fly, The man agreed and jumped but on his way down he realized the eagle had tricked him. The goddess of the sky was appalled and turned the man into the king of the sky's the first sky lord a white dragon.

Balmung looked back at the man as a small crowd passed by and when they split balmung was gone only thing left on the ground was his calling card, a single swan feather.

Roba watched the mans reaction carefully. specifically how he reached for his own blade. Something like that cannot be changed as it is done without thought.The act itself was meaningless to him but it did tell Roba a lot about the man. he was arrogant, as he originally thought. He had been taught to fight from what looked like a trainer and not a father figure based on how he held his blade. He focused on theatrics of a sort, gather attention before attacking. he wasn't a guard yet knew the southern district well. He also focused on speed rather than strength or agility that much was clear based on how fast he keep the blade visible. He was a fan of birds to some degree as well, based on his tune that Roba himself knew and the mysterious feather he left upon leaving. He made no attempt to follow the man, again he wasn't a target of his thus didn't deserve his attention. But he did slowly made his way over to the feather. He bent down to pick it up and examined it. A simple feather. Roba wasn't to familiar with birds and it could belong to any bird for all he knew.he placed it in one of the inner lining pockets of his robe. He had a feeling he may meet this man again. if he did good works for peasants that meant some urchin probably wanted him dead. If that were so Obsidian may be called to do the deed. He would find it humorous if he returned the feather on the battlefield and thus was his reasoning for keeping it. He returned to his place against the gates wall, in the shadow of where a wall tower was visible, making him slightly mysterious. He could see all who passed the gates from here, any anyone who wished to "acquire" his services.

That's probably all your going to get here sadly.)