I walk alone, I walk alone... (OPEN)

It was a quiet day for all, in the quaint confines of the sugiura realm. The sun had been shining brightly for most of the day. In fact, a lot of the population had taken to wearing shorter clothing. Or, in fact, even staying indoors, or swimming. Leisurely activities like this were a pride and joy of the race on lazy days such as this one. And why shouldn't they be? It wasn't every day that there weren't internal affair issues, or some rogue guardian beasts attacking, or some faction opposing their neutrality, or even a war that one of them got dragged into. No, it was rare for a moment of peace such as this to come about. It was even more rare for it to be so ungodly hot outside. Which is one of the reasons that some chose to either stay indoors, or escape to other realms or dimensions to carry out the day's relaxation. An odd method of avoiding the heat, yes, but why shouldn't they? They have the technology too. It was almost too easy to do something as trivial as walk into another dimension. That could be attributed to the sheer pinnacle of technology and power the world was at.

However, one such sugiura wasn't paying attention to the hot sun, the cool breeze, the leaves changing colors, or the indoors. One sugiura had been in the blazing sun all day, training endlessly, as per his regiment. This sugiura was none other than Velius Cashile Busujima, the son of two of the most powerful Sugiura in existence. One of which being Saeko Busujima, his mother, who he was currently living with. The other, was Tsubine Zarkonheinz III, who had left before Velius was born. And yeah, Velius DESPISED Tsubine. It wasn't really anything that he'd SEEN Tsubine do, but it was more of what he was TOLD Tsubine had done. Told by who? Well his mother of course. She had told him everything that rotten bastard had done. From leaving her pregnant to his crimes against the sugiura en masse. His SOLE goal in life was to find that rotten fucker and rip him to pieces.

However, it would seem he had been training TOO hard recently. It was either that, or Saeko had something planned that Velius couldn't be around for. Either way, she had sent him to do something she had never asked him to do in his memory... She wanted him to take a break. She wanted him to go to the human world, and relax for a while. This was unheard of for Velius, but wanting to follow his mother's orders to the letter, he obliged.

And that was how he ended up here, in this strange city, getting antsy from lack of matching his every day training. It wasn't like him to relax, nor was it like him to just casually strut about. As fate would have it, he ended up on a rooftop, overlooking the town square. He was sitting down, his black jeans hanging loosely off of his legs, allowing room to move and be flexible. His black muscle shirt clung tightly to his frame, a black track jacket with white stripes on the sleeves covering his otherwise bare arms. His hands rested neatly in the pockets of said jacket as he looked down on the street, his long white hair picked up slightly in the wind. The man's slate grey eyes browsed the crowds, seeing person after person, people who meant absolutely nothing to him... He sighed exasperatedly, Velius would much rather just leave this wretched place. He hated the human world, it stunk here. Day or night, it reeked of fornication and bad consciences. Velius couldn't stand any of it. The very existence of this realm appalled him, to be completely honest, even with himself. Velius rolled the cigarette he had in his mouth around in a clockwise motion with his tongue, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out of the other side of his mouth. Could he please go home yet?

As he looked down upon the populi, one man stuck out in his vision. One with seemingly blonde hair, and a tilly hat. He hadn't seen one of those in quite a long time. The man swiftly disposed of several attackers. Breaking one arm, the man then sent another attacker into a building, and through it, with seemingly no effort. The crowd gasped at the spectacle, the majority looking at the victims to make sure they were alright. And like that, the strange, blonde man, disappeared into the crowd, reappearing some distance away, at another bench. Velius blinked slightly, feeling the air. That... was no ordinary man. He narrowed his eyes a bit, he knew that reiatsu signature. Vizard. Velius' mouth pulled into a vicious sneer. He stood, his form seemingly defying gravity as his feet touched the roof, at a sixty degree angle, his body held upright by some unknown force. If anyone were to feel for his reiatsu present at his feet, they would find none, for he wasn't solidifying reiatsu. The ability.. was more complex than that, but the details as to the extent of his abilities will come later. Pulling himself back, Velius sprang into the air, twisting his body in a seemingly impossible way as he began spinning mid free-fall before his reiatsu exploded from him, his entire body seemingly disappearing into thin air before a millisecond later, he was on the ground, reiatsu sealed once more, blended with the cround, hood on his track jacket up, covering his hair.

Velius walked forward, lowering his head as he made his way towards the man, breaking from the crowd and sitting on the bench next to the blonde man, inclining his head towards the vizard and smiling, all hateful intent gone from his visage. "Hello, I couldn't help but notice you dispose of those men a second ago. How did you do that?" He grinned, trying to act impressed, as he mentally double checked his reiatsu, making damn well sure that he had it suppressed and hidden. He didn't want anyone detecting an abject flare here or a floating particle there. He didn't want anyone knowing his power or race quite yet. However, if it came down to where he would, so be it. Velius was itching for a fight anyway.

Now, what would come of this?