The darkness of night. It was quiet. It was simple. It was cold.
It was good.
The Black Nightmare, known as Ryoichi Kallen, stood in the home of the Reaper of Souls. Soul Society. With his white hair shining out like a half moon in the black of night, and twin katanas upon the right hip, the man was ready as he always was. Prepared to fight, and kill. With a quiet breath escaping him, the man's hands slowly moved towards his swords, with his left hand gently wrapping around the first weapon, and his right hand wrapping around the second.
Placing his foot forward, the gentle scraping sound of two katanas being unsheathed, one after another, sounded out within the night of the Seireitei. Quietly exhaling, the man would take a traditional dual weapons stance, with both weapons pointing forward, both blades pointing away from him. However, the one in his left hand was drawn back to where the hilt was placed next to his head. Striking forward with two piercing stabs, Ryoichi aimed to make two holes in the head of his imaginary enemy. An assassin must never rest. Always training, always alert.
Returning his primary weapons to their sheaths, the gentle tapping of the tsuba against the lip of the sheath was a sound that Ryoichi did not always enjoy. The sound of a blade returning to the sheath could mean multiple things. The completion of a mission. The end of an execution. So many things that sound could mean. However, none of these things were the time to fret about the tapping of a tsuba. Hearing a noise from a small distance away, the young man's hand immediately went for his swords.
His eyes shifted from left to right, scanning with not only his eyes for anything, but with his ears for even the slightest bit of noise. Hearing nothing within the night, the man's grip on his weapons loosened. A sigh left him as his right hand went to his side, while his left, dominant hand rose to his forehead and eyes, rubbing them gently before groaning quietly.I'm getting too tense....
Closing his eyes, Ryoichi Kallen slowly made his way back to his room. Tonight may have been a night of pure darkness, with no moon....but it most certainly was not an entirely quiet night. Death comes by night. If something were to meet with this Black Nightmare....they would feel the full meaning of that phrase. A small smirk had come onto the Black Nightmare's face. Ah, the strange enjoyment of having the life of an assassin.
Looking at the time, the man quickly picked up his pace back to his room. Arriving in a short period of time, the man quietly opened the door, before stepping in, shutting the door, and heading to his bed. An assassin was nothing without the energy that he needed both physically and spiritually. For now, it was time to rest. Tomorrow....it was time for work.
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