Wait A Minute MothaF*cka

Dante had left those two back where they were, to think about the things he's said. He was now arriving at the more populated village area on the islands, moving from rooftop to rooftop. The air was stale around this area for some reason. He was getting an eerie feeling, like something was about to happen. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He stopped on the rooftop of a 3 story building, not knowing its purpose. He breathed slowly, not only was the air stale but it was humid. A faint mist was about the area of a natural composition. Meaning this was not made from some technique. Dante simply looked about the area, trying to see his surroundings. The people below, the civilians, the villagers, were just going about their usual business. Yet Dante couldn't shake this weird feeling he was getting. He looked up, seeing a flock of crows swirl about. An omen of approaching death. He placed a hand on the hilt of his blade he called Fang. He crouched lower, listening and watching all around him. He had forgot what he had come here for but he expected something or someone to remind him.

A rather grotesque scene for the local authorities to investigate. The aftermath of an unfortunate encounter of a local gang of thugs with a shady, foreign individual on their turf. The man appeared to be an average person of no special interest, dressed in every day clothes, though what had brought him to their attention was his presence. An undeniable existence that they perceived as threatening, despite the fact that both his blades had been subjected to the transformation technique. As any primitive beast would they attempted to defend their territory by taking the role of the aggressor, attempting to subjugate him with fear. What they did not realize, though, was that in a kingdom of predators the lion never fears the jackal. To him they weren't even worth killing as that would yield no fruit. But they had not taken kindly to being ignored completely by a complete stranger. Without any forethought they charged relying solely on impulse, not even instinct, which is what separated them from real beasts. It was over before any one of them could blink. The man moved with impossible speed and cut with inhuman precision. His blade was absolute. It had neither mercy, nor regret. The moment the last one fell, his form flickered out of existence, materializing at the top of a three story structure, opposite a man who appeared to be poised for defense. Raising an eyebrow his attention turned to the blade he had drawn, its metal glistening under the sun, free of any stains. A testament to his skill. But at the moment it could have very well instigate a battle purely out of misunderstanding. "This isn't what it looks like...". He himself wasn't quite sure what it looked like.

Dante heard the faint sounds of death from below, he glanced in the direction to see the dropping of bodies before redirecting his attention in front of him after hearing the arrival of a man and the drawing of a blade. Dante made no sudden movements, for none seemed made against him. He simply looked at the male as he spoke. "Then what might this be?" it was a sarcastic question with serious value. The man had killed a few people upon arrival and stood before Dante with a blade drawn. What would any normal person think of this? Dante's face half hid under the shadow of a hood as he stood tall, his hand on his hilt still. The crows circled above, with the occasional few dropping toward the dead bodies below. He guessed that was the fortune they foretold. Dante was not impressed by this man's effortless kill, for almost anyone could do that to those below. They were mere mercenaries, not even ninja. Dante stood, awaiting the man's response whether it be verbal or physical was his choice. Dante would only respond accordingly.

Ah. Finally he could relax his body, a signal between those of elite stature that no hostile intent is borne. The grip around the base of the guard softened, lowering the blade of the nodachi till it touched the wooden surface of the construction upon which they stood. His feet six inches apart and his sword bearing arm to his side, his other hand inside his pocket, facing the man with the swordless left side. A stance from which both defense as well as offense could be played, if necessary that is. But as far as anyone who had never seen it before could tell, it was simply a relaxed but ready position, an air of composure surrounding Law as he pretended to gaze towards the sky and the birds, as if lost in some deep train of thought. He said nothing though. Just standing there trying to find the best way to put it.

Finally, he broke the silence. "Consider this a planned encounter of fate...", he spoke in a sincere yet somehow mocking voice, his left hand moving inside his pocket as if looking for something, the ruffling of his trousers rather apparent. From the way he spoke, it was apparent that a moderately long speech was on its way.

"My real name is of no consequence to you so you may call me Law. What I seek in this world is unabridged freedom and the first step to that is the unification of the western front. I have but one territory to claim for the completion of this step. The province of Ocean." Damn straight. There was no point in lying to the man, for he was the one Kazan had described. Similar features, and the hood casting a shadow over this faceless visage. It without a doubt the man known as Dante Tenraku, the person closest to being the leader of this land. "I have no interest in waging wars in my own kingdom, so I come to you with a simple question. Will you allow me to continue on my path, or will you resist?", he said as he straightened to face him with his full body, his sword raised up to his chest, his arm straight, holding the weapon parallel to the ground. Two fingers of the sword hand pointed towards Dante as he spoke, his chakra already roused to action "How this goes from here, is up to you.". There was no mistaking his body language now. This was a man ready for war, his malevolent intent leaking out towards Dante. Would it be a peaceful settlement, or would it be war?

Dante still unmoved as the man would talk. He listened attentively and heard the simple request from the one called Law. Dante felt no real connection to this village to be one to care about what this man did with it. Dante had only somewhat gave his loyalty to two people at the moment, Souji and Saitou. This man before him was a stranger yet in Dante's eyes posed no threat to him at all. Dante was not the cocky type but he saw no need to be alarmed by Law. A smirk crept upon his face as the male pointed his rather large sword in his direction, the tip a few feet away from Dante. "What you do here is none of my concern. I have no bonds with this village except a few people. All I have to tell you is stay out of my way. And before you get all offended, it simply means keep your shit under control. You don't bother me or my associates as we reside in these lands, then I have no issue with you. You become an issue, then you'll be dealt with, that simple." he said sternly. As he spoke the mist in the area would begin to thicken due to his natural ability. His chakra flowing over his body to a visible level and could even be felt by someone who wasn't even a sensor. A power that could rival that of the 9 tailed bijuu. This was to make sure he got his point across. He was not in the mood to fight this man, but he would if the man decided to take it there. "Do you think you can accept those terms? If it turns out your goals are similar to that of mine then you may have an ally.....maybe." he said, making sure to emphasize the maybe, for Dante was cautious with choosing his allies. He awaited the man's answer, ready for whatever it may be.

The simplicity of the man's words was astounding. There were few who had the ability to speak their minds uninhibited and among them was this man here. It would certainly be a shame to kill one of an already dying breed. Therefore, he decided not to. In fact, quite unlike his generally merciless and uncompromising self, he decided to use words than blades for this one. "I have already told you what I want. Liberty. So I cannot accept your condition to stay out of your way irrespective of the situation. If that is what is required, then I shall not hesitate...", but before he could finish, his voice trailed off as if he had just reconsidered what he was about to say, and had chosen not to say it. "Of course, that is the only reason I would ever cross you. My land is a land of liberty... so the benefits will extend to all, not just the few in power. Rest assured, you have my word that you may continue with your endeavors, though it would be far more beneficial for both of us if you joined me than run amok.", and with that his speech ended. If all went well, they would shake hands and the power would transferred to him. He would become the ruler of the consolidated western front and would finally realize that which he yearns for most.

Dante smirked, allowing his chakra to reside to a more normal state. He did not know if this man was going to be true to his word about a land of liberty. There was just the possibility that he may. Plus if Dante did not like it, then he could simply leave or correct it, whichever he saw required less work in the long run of things. "We'll see what happens then. Lands all yours...boss." he said with sarcastic emphasis. Looking at the extended hand then back at the man, he smirked as he would then walk away into a thickening mist of obscurity. A hand seal would be made and with it Dante flickered from the area. He said what he had to say to Law, it was up to him how smoothly this "land of liberty" would run.

[Exit]

[The deed is done. All three provinces have been united under my rule. So now I can form my village. But since I have yet to Icly declare my rule, I'll take my leave from this thread in this arbitrary manner and get on with the formation of the village.]