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How long had it been? Two or four weeks since Haru had left the very relative safety of the city to find his washed up master and friend. Haru didn't have high expectations for finding his master Tanka still alive or in one piece for that matter but the old man had surprised Haru before. The trek to the city had been one of great misfortune, almost as if some great celestial force wished to hinder Haru's mission in any way possible. Of course Haru was not a firm believer in state of mind, mojo and such supernatural forces. The Ronin only believed in two things; luck and his prowess in fighting. While most master fighters that Haru had encountered claimed to use their chi and what not, Haru believed that they were simply good at their craft, not channeling some unknown hidden power from within.

Haru was about to go off on another tangent of thought in his own mind when he came to the sudden realization that there was someone approaching him from the fog. It had been to long since he'd met any one on his perilous venture and he jumped at the opportunity to respond. The man's words seemed a little forced but regardless they were understood well enough by Haru.

[color=Orange]"I've come to this decrepit place in search of the ronin known as Tanka. Have you come to do the same? Were you a member of the Rebellion as well?"[/color] Haru asked the man as they came closer and closer to one another.