Quite The Show

A young man in the prime of his youth, with a full head of thick, blond locks that cascaded into his purple eyes, requiring him to flip it to either his left or right periodically, strolled breezily through the market stalls. His black tuxedo was slightly out of place in the lower parts of town, but he wore it like it wasn't. The lower-captain level of his reiatsu had been surpressed to that of a normal human's, although that was only temporary. His experiment was about to begin, and he would release it in great quantity. The experiment was simple. He would place himself in the center of the crowd and release his reiatsu. He was interested in seeing what would happen to the simple mortals against his energy. It had been a while since he last tested it, and he had grown in considerable strength since then. Suddenly, his stride stopped dead, and a few people bumped into him from behind. These people met a figure as solid as a brick wall, and they fell hard. Who in the fuck... His mauve eyes searched around for the source of it.

There. A young redhead who was gorging down food. He was the source of this tremendous power he almost felt. The almost was because, although he was barely containing it, he was containing it to the point that it wouldn't affect the people around here. The smile that was lazily plastered to his face earlier vanished as a sealed-lip-almost frown took it's place. This could be bad. If this boy was of the type, he could completely destroy Urufu's experiment. He would have to take measures to rid the area of this boy. But how... His grin slowly returned. Yes. Perhaps... Perhaps he wouldn't need to. If the boy was similar to Urufu, maybe he would enjoy the experiment as well. With decisive steps, Urufu steered himself toward the kid. ”Hello~” He tweeted softly. Sitting himself down beside the kid, he casually held his hand out to shake while raising the other to his lips.

A seal appeared on the flesh of his palm. The ink was scrawled expertly, not a single drop out of place on the odd surface of his hand. With a dark black color, the seal glowed, before being consumed by a puff of smoke. When it had cleared, a jam and fruit-laden bun was in his hand. Digginto it heartily, he cherished the sweet, fruity taste that slid down his throat like a smoke, filling him with a pleasant heat. ”Gosh that's good.” He murmured, leaving not a crumb nor dark-red residue on his fingers to tell the story. Turning to stare at the people that shuffled past like lambs into dark doors like guillotines around them, or bartering their goods at shabby stands not worth much more than their goods. The pitiful fools.