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The buildings making the wind blow strong. Cracks in these buildings making the world around them whistle. The concrete sidewalk catching the bright light from the sun on this day with clear sky. There walking by the shops and stores he quietly passes by as if he was never there at all. Birds flying around chirping at one another as it seems their playing tag. Keeping his eyes forward he continues to walk unafraid of anyone or anything. His eyes shine red with the sun's light brightly embracing him. Slightly Pale skin glows with the rays hitting him. Daichi's glasses catching the light and reflecting it in the direction in which he looks. His purple and black suit even with the look of being hot or uncomfortable, Keeps him cool as he walks the streets cars driving by oh so quietly. He waits for something as he walks. Though he doesn't know what that something is he continues to walk waiting.

Continuing to walk as he was a man stepped outside of a fine Italian tailor. He seemed to be some kind of thug the way he looked, but Daichi felt something more dangerous coming from the man. Walking passed the man he stopped the wind blowing on him. He simply turned to the man. There was only one way to be sure. He let loose a sigh as he took a deep breath trying to remember the language of the place he called home. "Che lavoro avete in Giappone? I miei nomi è Daichi, Che la vostra tratta?(What business do you have in Japan? My names is Daichi, What about yours?)" He said taking another deep breath as he felt a bit drained not having used his native language in so long. With a look of interest Daichi waited for the man's reply.

The man spoke to Daichi in the finest Italian he had heard in a long time. It was like music to his ears to hear a Italian spoken so perfectly. Thinking about his own failure at trying to speak a language he once knew so well he grinned. As the man's words faded he seemed to glide across the concrete sidewalk like thin ice. He could see what was happening. Akegata Sanguigno was going to attack is what he thought. With his left hand he reached into his jacket and felt around for a box. His finger tips felt around the soft material till they found what felt like a cube. Grabbing it he pulled it out as everything around him seemed to slowed down. Taking out the box and dropping it on the floor with the hole for flame injection facing skyward. He ignored the box on the floor looking at Akegata who was rushing at him. He stopped swinging the bat at Daichi. Daichi smirked.

"Don't screw with me..."He said as he caught the bat in mid swing. The feeling it had as it hit the palm of his hand. His right hand. No, His entire right arm was numb from catching the bat. His finger tips felt frozen with pain. He held the bat with the tightest grip he could trying to ignore the numbness and the pain. Looking over to his left hand he lit the cloud flame onto his ring. Lowering his left arm at a quick pace he injected the cloud flames into the box which he had dropped to the floor while the Sanguigno was running at him. Out of the box came his Handgun loaded with ammo. He had a kind of murderous sensation as he picked up the gun feeling its cold steel. Aiming the gun at Akegata's Right-arm he pulled the trigger.

(OOC: when the **** are you gonna post ake? Pls and thank you )