Shujin

Before the train door closed, a fist slammed against the edge, keeping it open. Shujin step inside, black cloak now back on and armor dispelled. He glanced around the train, locating the master of Dragon fang. "Hey..." He punched the palm of his hand, flipping back his hood. "Is there room in your guild for a soldier like me?" He glared and grinned with an almost evil, yet not so evil look. "Seeing those Phoenix wing members, how they acted for each other." He paused, before announcing. "I want some of that for myself." He lowered his tone, speaking calmly. "Lazarus will get his just punishment, with or without me." He released his own fist, and made long eye contact with the guild master. "So what say you?.."