Except for the raging fire in one of the more richer merchant's home along with the cries of nearly naked people fleeing from the flames. As the blaze slowly died from the heightened moisture in the air leaving the manor in take yet slightly singed in specific spots with smoke still rising into the air. A young man carrying a scroll and large assortment of treasure on his back walked calmly up to an oddly knocked over brazier and noticed a lit cigarette on the ground . So that's where I left my smoke." The man laughed slightly as he picked up his smoke and stuck it back into his mouth with a calm grin. Behind the young man was a small child who worked from the owner of the house who by now was already rushing to the front of his house to figure out what happened after he heard a scream coming from his cellar ten minutes ago.
The Young man turned to the boy and proceeded to had him most of the treasure on his back and told him to run and catch up with the others as he turned to face the owner of the home. The young man was wearing a silver kimono with black claw marks on the arms legs and back with a pair of wooden shoes and a katana strapped to his hip . The owner of the house growled maliciously at the young man You lowly vermin return my possessions this instant!
The young man tilted his head Your possessions you mean that pile of junk I gave to those slaves you kept locked in your basement ? the young man asked as he stared at the man before completely disregarding him and promptly stare at the moon.