[color=00aeef]“Uninterested.”[/color] He uttered for the the incountable time. The raven haired idol was growing bored. What exactly was he not interested in? Opponents that could not challenge him. Tojiko, the spirit banished from his master's side, pushined to never walk the earth again unless through a doll. His physical form stripped away, now appearing as no more than a ball of light when outside his vessel. [color=f26522]“Toji, you haven’t done anything in the last hundred years. Usually you are more, I don’t know..productive.”[/color] Voiced a pumpkin colored harpy. She mounted the air just above his head as he walked to the coliseum. Tojiko definitely had been taking a break from fighting, although not out of want, just a lack of interest. He has been alive for countless years, unable to surely die. Even if his vessel is destroyed he will return to the spirit realm where he will craft a new. A phoenix cycle he has grown tired of. Just like fighting opponents who had nothing to offer him. There wasn’t much he had not seen, techniques he hadn't known. He was walking history book in the martial arts, so those who caught his eye were rare, but today was the day he would meet that individual. A prophecy foretold by the Rune Of Fortune, he would soon come to meet a worthy adversary in swordsmanship. A very strict prophecy, someone who may just best him in the arts of weaponry, he could always resort to using his runes, but he enjoyed handicapping himself to truly test his own abilities. [color=f26522]“Are you even listening to me? Helllloooo!?” [/color]The beast positioned itself next to his ear screaming into it as it i was a vast cave with echoing layers. Tojiko sighed finally giving her the attention she so desperately wanted. [color=00aeef]“Garuda, you are starting to annoy me, Im starting to like Harper more than you at this point. She knows when to shut up.”[/color] His words lacked volume as if he was whispering,, naturally he was soft spoken unless irritated. Although these words were jestered, Garuda took them to heart. She motioned her wings heavily to propell Tojiko forward suddenly with such force it was comparable to someone being ejected from a car seat through the front windshield. His body crashing through the western entrance of the coliseum, as the gust of tornado like winds carried him brutally to the arena center. He lied face down letting out a long sigh. It was never good to piss off a demon from the World Of Emptiness. He turned his head too look in her direction, to no surprise she had vanished, not back to her home realm but possibly somewhere far away. It happened often, she would get upset with him and fly off and he would literally spend a year searching for here when he could easily make her return with his abilities, but it was a respectful way to say sorry and find her naturally by following that scattered feathers she left behind. He stood up, his back to the man who was already present, Tojiko may not be who this man was looking for, but he could not say the same. [color=00aeef]“I’ve come here everyday for the past year…”[/color] His words paused as the wind curved effortlessly to his will, removing the dirt from his garments. Appearing unarmed as he turned to face his potential adversary. [color=00aeef]“A prophecy in stone foretold of me crossing quite the gifted warrior here. Although every time I come here, no one is here, or they are already fighting. May I ask...are you a gifted warrior?”[/color] From Tojiko appearance alone it was easy to tell he was not of this time and inhumane. The horns that perturbed from his head was comparable to Satan.