[center][U][B]Mayonaka, Seisui[/B] - [I]The Tranquil Lotus[/I][/U][/center]

His feet carrying him through the wilds of the natural world, Seisui remained ever observant as was his nature, knowing that he now walked to the Warrior's clearing, a place of battle, the place which would soon be stained by blood. This he knew and understood, and while it was violence that he would sow with his opponent, he took it as a deeper meaning, for the ultimate serenity was that, which was achieved in the midst of heated combat, and at the end of one's life.

This was the philosophy of the Mayonaka, the idealogy to which he adhered completely, with few exceptions. So, as the sounds of the forest surrounded him and soothed his soul, Seisui stepped into the clearing to meet his adversary, a man whom he had heard tell of only a month prior. A protector of the weak this man was said to be, something that Seisui considered a noble cause, though not one that he actively pursued himself.

Nodding his head respectfully to the man as he took notice of the beams of light which streamed into the clearing both for their beauty and for the sake of tactical awareness, the swordsman took in several deep breaths, preparing himself for the conflict that he felt would soon ensue. [B]"A short time ago, in the greater scope, you received a letter from a fellow swordsman and believer in the art of such. That was I, Mayonaka, Seisui."[/B] His tone respectful, strong, focused, but gentle all at once Seisui gave off the air of a man at peace with himself and the world. [B]"I have heard tell of your skills, Yagami, Nazo, and I wish to test my own against them in mortal combat."[/B] Following this statement his hand gently touched the sheath of his blade, though it made no attempt to draw the weapon.

It was not yet time for the blade to reflect light and shed blood on the earth's soil, but soon it would be. Still, Seisui was not an impatient man so he would await the man's response.