Chapter Fifty-One: The Discussion
~ Due to some things, our celebration plan didn't came out as planned. Unfortunately, there will only be one chapter today, unless I manage to somehow pull off a miracle.
"Have they arrived yet?" asked the elderly man. "Not yet, sir." the messenger replied simply. The old man sat in a lone wooden chair. The chair was placed in the center of a large room, that was circular, as well as twenty yards in diameter. The walls were painted brightly red, with heads of beasts and woodland animals mounted on. An orange silk carpet led from the way of the giant doors, which were fifteen feet in length and were made in solid gold, and to a long table. The table was made out of cleanly olive wood. The table was hexagonal, made in a hexagon position with twists and turns. Fourteen chairs were placed near it, all occupied by powerful shinobi. The lone and dull wooden chair occupied by the elder was placed beyond them, and was on a higher platform.
The messenger couched before all twelve men and the elder, his head down in a bowing position for respect. "However, there has been a series of explosions set off, in the Underground." "Humph." the old man murmured as he glanced up.
Elderly and wise, he was bald, having a cleanly shaved head that humorously reflected in the light above them, kept lit by expensive chandeliers. The old man was dressed in a black kimono, covered with a white coat. The coat was ancient, and had been passed down from generation to generation. Words written in Japanese were on the coat, having been rumored to contain mystical powers hidden in them.
Five broadswords were hung on the walls behind him, followed with a large shield and mace. To the elderly man's left were a large bookcase, filled to the brink with ten thousands, if not hundred thousands of ancient books. To his right was a single wooden door, with a golden doorknob. Other than the front gigantic doors at the front, this was the only other door, which was kept locked because of mysterious circumstances.
"It may be rogue shinobi, or our enemies in the north." said the long black-haired man with a Chinese accent, who sat to the west-north section of the hexagonal table. The chair which he sat on was carved with the roman numerical "VII".
"Nah, it's probably some weak intruders, so we shouldn't worry about it. Let the guards handle it." a messy-brown hair man muttered, his droopy eyes halfway closed from exhaustion. His chair had the roman numerical "X".
"He may be right, but then again.." a spiky yet long blond-haired woman observed, "The damage done is on too big of a scale, even numerous paper bombs placed at critical areas around the Underground. It wouldn't be our enemies in the north, the Glaciers Yakuza, nor rogue shinobi. This may be the work of....THEM." Her chair had the roman numerical "III".
"You mean those weaklings?" a spiky crimson man with narrowed eyes that spoke of a lust for homicide.
"Do not underestimate them," the long and spiky blonde stated. "The Order of the Illuminus Alliance are formidable enemies." The spiky crimson man frowned slightly. "You sound as if you're afraid of them. Don't get your panties in a twist." Thus followed a moment of glaring between the two, as an uncomfortable aura of silence arose. The messenger glanced at them, still in his crouching position, nervously.
Finally, someone broke the silence: "Let me go, sir." The elderly man glanced up and replied, "Humph?"
It was a man who sat on the chair with the roman numerical "IV". He had a large amount of elbow-length black hair, spiked up everywhere, and accompanied with broad shoulders and a slender body. The man had high cheek bones and bid, bright eyes with the alternative colors of black, orange, grey, and blue. He had lines that traveled from his bottom eyes to his bottom jaw. He wore a regular white robe that was knee length that did not have sleeves. It was worn over by a luscious blood red cape, having sleeves and went to ankle length. "Again, I repeat: I would like to go to the Underground to track down the possible intruders, sir." "You are sure, Sage?" the elder simply asked.
"Yes, I am confident of my decision, Sir Yamamoto Kashikoi Naito Musha."
Yamamoto offered a nod. "Very well. You have ten minutes to prepare."
Sage nodded. "Yes sir."
Allon, who firmly gripped a black marker, wrote on the walls of the Underground. The words could not be seen to the normal eye, as there were few who could see, much less understand it. The words spoke of dark and twisted things, of destruction and death.
Allon had already finished more than two-thirds of his writing, and following this, he faithfully continued on his mission, for he knew the outcome if he succeeded, and it pleased him.
Meanwhile, he could continue to hear explosions, as well as yells and the sound of blades clashing against one another. Seems like Tenso Ukitaro is still distracting them..
"Hold it." Senso muttered, gripping his lance as it pointed in Allon's direction, the sharp tip pecking at his neck.
"I hereby arrest you in the law of the Crossroads." Senso said.
To Be Continued.