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"Bother, bother, bother. Bother, bother, bother." It was exceptionally difficult for one such as this male to enjoy his day, especially when he was called out to some sort of 'battle' in this wasteland. Closing his eyes and sighing softly, one would see the young Vizard sitting, back against a dead tree, slowly picking away at his shamisen. Unlike most Vizards that one would be able to meet, this male seemed calm, at ease, a soft smile on his face. Sure, he was going to be fighting against some strange man from within the Monsuta today--apparently by the name of Stefan Soan--a name he had heard before, but never really spoken of. He'd asked Zin about it, and simply gotten a reply of 'who?'. Simple enough, of course. Chuckling softly, Setsudan would shake his head and sigh. "Such misfortune..." Placing the Shamisen at his side, the Vizard slowly got to his feet and pulled Daireiseki-kan up with him. A soft hum came from the blade as it tried to take in the surroundings, leaving Setsudan to just laugh. "Don't worry yourself, Kojiro. Things will occur soon enough."

Of course, soon enough was about five seconds later, when a male came traipsing into the vision of the male. Aha. Shaking his head and muttering internally, Setsudan took a singular step forwards and stared quietly at the other. Green hair and all. "I take it that your name is Stefan Soan, the one who has challenged me to this battle? If I may: what is your reasoning for such a fight?" Honestly curious, the man placed his hands onto his hips, the sword that sat at a metre and a half streaming out behind him as he did so. It was a risk, simply talking with the enemy. However, that sort of risk was a simple one, and one that he was willing to take in the end. The smile on his face was quietly confident, though also worried. What was the purpose of such a battle? It confused him, no end.

"Now, I am not one to sit and chit chat, so how about we just begin?" A sigh left his lips. Standing there, eyes slightly closed, Setsudan almost looked bored with how Stefan was acting. He had stood there and watched Stefan carefully, making directly sure to listen to every word in this little spiel of his. So, as he had been told, Stefan was looking for a fight against a true swordsman--one that would allow him to completely understand the meaning of the opponent's blade? Tch. Closing his eyes completely, Setsudan let loose another sigh and reached down to his side, gripping the hilt of the blade with a soft smile across his lips. Truth be told; it was rare for him to have any real challenges in this day and age. For some reason, most of his fights ended up being against opponents who specialized in using energy-based abilities--something that Setsudan had little use of. A true clash of blades was something that he had desired for quite some time. Letting a long breeze of air wash over his body and ripple the pale blue clothing on his figure, he stepped forwards as Stefan drew the blade from his cane.

It was an interesting function for a weapon--to be hidden within a staff, a cane, something that was rarely used in battle. In fact, it was so interesting that Setsudan almost found himself entranced by such a function; he would shake that off, however. Instead, he raised his eyes to meet Stefan's in a calm and collected visage. "I want to fight you because I want to fight you." Stefan's words repeated themselves in his head. A fight, simply for the sake of fighting? It was something that left a bad taste in this Vizard's mouth, but he would allow that to happen for the sake of fighting. Maybe, just maybe, he would find a true challenge--a swordsman that equalled him in prowess. Maybe, he would even find a person who surpassed him, making it his goal to improve in skill and take back the position of power. In fact, the entire idea completely enticed Setsudan. Maybe he would let this happen. Just once. Just... to allow it to continue.

Having moved on from Stefan's face, Setsudan's eyes went to the blade in his hand. Unlike the cane itself, the sword was rather simple. The handle was as normal as the cane should be--strange, then, that it was disguising a weapon. Well, it wasn't like Setsudan tried to hide his own weapon--in fact, the blade being hidden would be an amazing achievement for the man. "Come, prove to me I did right in calling you here." The look on his face--he wanted Setsudan to make the first move, huh? Well, he would certainly oblige. Sighing once more, Setsudan slowly drove a foot backwards into the dirt, placing both hands onto the blade of Daireiseki-kan and raising it up beside his face--a position known as 最初の連続 {Saisho no Renzoku}. Aesthetically similar to his standing stance for Tsubame Gaeshi--this position was intended to be used in the very beginning of battle, when the game was only just about to begin. "I suppose that I should oblige you." As soon as he was in the correct position, Setsudan pushed off of the ground, charging directly for Stefan with a confident smirk on his face. As soon as he reached into his successful range of attack, his foot was quickly planted, Setsudan rapidly regaining his original position of Saisho no Renzoku and moving the blade around in a quick motion, almost like that of a fencing sabre; releasing the grip on one hand and sliding it around. If Stefan were to block his attack, Setsudan would take advantage of the momentary loss of advancing from his opponent, quickly changing directions with the sword (that was surprisingly fast to move, despite being visually unwieldy) and attacking from the other direction. If the attack were to hit Stefan's body--an outcome that Setsudan doubted--the he would pull the sword back and try a similar attack at a lower position. Right now was the very first stage of battle, so Setsudan would be expending as little energy as possible in his movements, instead trying to force Stefan to keep his guard up and exert his energy, as well as testing his reflexes and blind-points. This would continue until he felt that he had enough of a mental advantage.

"Let us see how this story ends..."