Storm of Fate

Chapter 7

An open hall filled with audience all dressed to the nines. Classical music echoes across the space, a conductor leading the musicians. Such a grand hall built for performances from the entertaining stage play to the most prestigious opera. Sitting in a seat reserved for those with high standards and class, a man in white as white as his pale skin stare longingly towards the stage. His expression shows a smile, enjoying such performance until a figure approaches him from behind and kneel right before him. Before the figure could speak, he spoke first in a gentle tone.

"Isn't it beautiful? Such scenery portrayed before ones eyes. No matter how skilled a musician may be, they won't be able to harmonize with others on their own. Such is the duty of a conductor." The man looked down. "They lead with such energetic and passionate aura adding depth to the performance, quite astonishing wouldn't you say?"

"I have come to present a report, sire."

As the figure presents his findings, the expression on the man in white were twisted in disappointment.

"Rui has failed. Such a child with promising prospect only to end up as a failure. By chance have you visited his family?"

"Arrangements have been made, should we include flowers as a parting gift on your behalf?"

"Sounds befitting. I'll allow it."

"As you wished. In regard to your next appointment-"

"How is Enmu doing these days?"

"?!W-well..."

"Tell me, no harm will be done. Just curious after all."

"According to the Oratri- Ehem, I mean the reports, Enmu-sama had confined himself in his research lab. He's fairly certain of making a breakthrough is only a stone throw away."

"I see... Then I should expect some good news from him then. Considering the time it took him. If not, I may have to consider preparing a parting gift for him as well."

"Forgive me for taking much of your time, but in regard to the ones undermining young Rui's operations. We have found the likely culprit and are following them at the moment."

"I see... Then send them a gift on my behalf as well. Ones that is befitting of their status."

"As you wished. I shall take no more of your time. Enjoy the rest of the show, sire."

With a simple nod the figure stood up and left the seat. Even after the figure left, the frown on his face still remains. Both of his red eyes focused onto the conductor on stage with a similar red haired colour.

"Too many noses are butting in sniffing around. Too much sniffing will lead to trouble. Isn't that right, Yoriichi Tsugikuni?"

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"Excuse me, is the seat taken?"

On a train bound for the north, a woman dressed up in a typical noble fashion approaches a man who sat in the second class compartment with only him in it. The man looked up to her with a grumpy expression, his baggy eyes shows a sign of fatigue but he's still capable of throwing a few punches if necessary. Even so after staring at the sight which would scare most people, the woman kept her smile whilst patiently waiting for a reply.