The man trots along nonchalantly, stirring the dusty ground with each step.... The dirty clouds settle as he leans with one arm against an old Sakura tree that barely clings to life.... The man rubbed his chin while surveying the scene around him....
"Hmm.... Whoever I'm following didn't leave much to look at...."
His colorful garments swayed in the breeze as he panned the carnage, noting many freshly stirred mounds of soul....
"Heh.... I bet it's the stupid one that thinks he's the s**t.... Bah.... Reminds me of that batman of a partner I've got...."
....*achoo*
"Nevermind...."
At that he departed....
To Be Continued....
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