The birds had let their songs ring out through his ears.. the feet continuosly patted against the ground.. the oak wood sandals sliding underneath himself. His crimson red optics, seemingly, peaceful, wandered about the area. The samurai observed the tall trees in the vicinity, the arms of the nature reaching outward with the phalanges curling about and grasping at his sides. His nostrils flaring outward and letting his breath of life go upon the dust of the Earth. 

With a loud sigh, he bowed his head to let his undone golden-brown hair lay down in front of his face.. the cross scar being illuminated by the orb called the sun that was wavering about. The caelum had thus on, lustrously, shown its beauty of ultra-violet and blue. The sun's rays coming outward and focusing its ignorance upon his olive-skinned face with vengeance. His digits dragging against his firm jawline as he stared onward.. the smog clearing outward to reveal a tall opponent in the midst of the darkness. 

It seemed that this person, was here to fight. He chuckled to himself and breathed in, his fingers rubbing against his temple. His heart pounded as his pink, reddish tongue had wiped over his lips, putting them together. Oh, how he could not wait to taste the sweet blood upon his lips again. In his right hand the sword had turned to reveal itself from the slithery grasp of the shadows.. it was exactly fourteen feet long, being completely black and glistening because of the sun's rays. 

The circumference of the sword was curved inward.. looking as if a shark had bitten into its form. But in all reality, this part of the sword watch to catch, parry, and disarm opponents. And with his quick movements and unbelievable agility and strength, he could do this without a care in the world, and a sigh escaping the imprisonment of his lips. The tip was digging into the ground, the pieces of rocks splattering outward from the short bust of force and unlimited strength

Underneath him the ground had to quake once more, the waters miles about him twisted and turned and batted against eachother with happiness and unease; their master was near. They readied themselves as the yonder above had turned an ashen grey.. a storm brewed in the heavens as God looked down with amusement as his unjustified wrathful warrior stepped into the arena. The area around them being nothing but dust, the wisps of crunched bones and old flesh had come outward and crunched under his toes.

The voices had battled in his head as he swirled the blade in his palm.. highly annoyed with the continuous babbling.. "You are Righteous, O' Moutoku, destroy him with ease!" Sometimes the samurai wondered if he was the only one to hear this man in his head. Slowly his right foot had come into the ground and slid out a couple of feet from his left. Twisting the left foot off the heel to reveal the toes that pointed outward and up to God. Bending his torso and letting his right hand swirl above his head with the infamous sword above his head, being grasped by the elongated hilt with two sturdy hands. 

Just, as if, on cue, the sword had been mindlessly thrown towards his form with strength. He twirled within a one-eighty turn with the circumference of his blade dragging through the vicinity of where his body would be, ceasing the thrown spear as it was caught within the blade-catching region of Sinryuishi. Demonic blades of blood clashing against eachother, sparks flying out towards the form of the newfound opponent of Mikalo.. highly flammable with ease. The tip of his sword cut downward and hit the ground, sending the spear stuck with the bottom half sticking out, it snapped as he let his blade come backward.

The sharp shrapnel of the spear rotated into the air and flew onwards towards the Gladiator, and in the mean time, he had been accelerating onward to drift with a grin upon his face past the form of his opponent. Dropping low and letting his afterimages behind him blurr and disperse as soon as his sword had cut downward behind the knees of the figure.