[h1][color=DarkOrange]Tatsuya Kajiya-Terumi[/color][/h1]
[hr]Amegakure Outpost, Confederate Outpost[hr]

[i]In hindsight, that chick really was a bitch[/i] Tatsuya grumbled to himself as he lifted up his emaciated wallet. That woman had taken him for everything he had, and if wasn't for the fact that he was in the military equivalent of a five star resort, he'd be pissed the hell off. As it was, he was content by the luxuries presented by this outpost, which was so ridiculously awesome that it made him wonder whether the Confederate spent money on anything [i]besides[/i] their military. Seriously, how could afford this?

With a soft sigh, Tatsuya returned to the present, looking down at the floor of his room, which was covered in mounds of papers that held numerous seals on them, both complete and incomplete. After waking up and going through his daily routine, he'd decided to spend the day trying to wrk out some of the more advance seals he could use in his forging techniques, as well as trying to come up with a few of his own. However, this had all culminated in hitting brick wall as he found himself swamped by all of the formulas, equations, and overall information overload that came with this kind of stuff. Not to mention that he felt no inspiration to make anything, a condition he suffered from since creating Ketsui. He could still forge things, sure, but nothing truly exceptional had been formed by his hands for years now. It was almost like he used it all up in the process of making Ketsui, and while it was a fine blade, he needed to make more like it or better if he ever wanted to accomplish his dream.

After a few more minutes of studying and muttered whispered, a slow twitch began to play at his right brow, before he let out a shout and tossed a bunch of the papers into the air. Getting up from his seated position, he decided to work off some steam in one of those glass cages they had, maybe even fight someone while he did so. If no one was available, than he could always spar with Bishamon, who he had a great need to kill over and over again for the trouble he caused yesterday and his contribution in to Tatsuya's recent loss of wealth. Namely, he was going to shove Ketsui up the fucker's asshole repeatedly. While this may not accomplish anything, it was somewhat therapeutic for Tatsuya to kill his annoying clone, helping him to calm down a bit. That probably meant that there was something wrong with his head, of course, but he really couldn't care less at this moment.

Leaving his room in a huff with Ketsui strapped to his side, along with all of his other battle gear, he made his way to the training area, only to notice that a bit of a spectacle was going on. On closer inspection, he saw that the two Hyuuga who he'd unintentionally insulted were duking it out, with the girl being at a clear disadvantage. While he was as curious as the rest to see the battle, he was more focused on getting his own sparring time in. However, just as he turned away, an alarm suddenly started blaring, with a message calling out for the female Hyuuga to pick a squad and head out somewhere. This caused Tatsuya to freeze a little, before trying to subtly blend in with the crowd, something that didn't work very well when you're over 6ft tall with very noticeable red hair. While Tatsuya wasn't afraid of combat or anything, he didn't want to go on a mission with two people he just got into an altercation with the previous day, especially when one of them was Higoho. That just wasn't a very favorable situation for him.

[i]If someone's up there, please give me a break at least this one time. Please.[/i] Tatsuya asked to whatever higher power their maybe, though he knew that it was in vain. His luck was, and always would be, absolutely terrible, almost as if the universe was conspiring against him.

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