They Call this the Big Apple?

He'd made a lot of trips going around the world now. Tatsuya made one final promise to Tsubasa to discover the truth. To find out what happened to Mirja the day she died and leading up to it. Not much could be dug up aside from using old-fashioned detective work. Which is hard when you have a poor sense of direction. But you got to make due with what you have in the long end. Tatsuya was an unknown figure to many beings in this regard. He didn't showcase immense power or do anything unusual. His trips around this world they called the living had led him many places. His infamous scars were just scars here. Tatsuya's facial features had two defining ones one across his nose that had been deep enough from Damien. Then one from a few other battles came across his cheek and below his ear by a small bit. His body was marked up in several ways leaving people something amazing. But this city why did they call it the Big Apple? He didn't see anything to do with apples anywhere in this place. If anything it should be named the big crowded noisy city.

Tatsuya couldn't figure somethings out as he found his way to the park within it. Sitting down slowly he took in the details of the tree line. He'd been searching for Mirja's killer and what happened almost with an undying determination. He got to know her story and understand where she came from. She deserved peace and as did her adoptive brother in the long run. He'd likely close his investigation of it soon as he sat there. He didn't know what to make of this larger world as it seemed to have issues. Organizations and factions were everywhere and squabbles over land were a known thing. So how did this place and the people within it remain so clam? He guessed it was something he couldn't really put a finger on the pulse of. Tatsuya's body was muscled enough that any mugger or people who came at him would find him challenging. But his features did enough scarring off for people truthfully. He'd of been a handsome man if not for the majority of scars and Oda curse.

But that was the least of his problems really. Tatsuya rubbed at his jawline thinking about the situation clearly. The Unabara couldn't be brought back from this not as a Family. Perhaps as an independent faction or maybe they should just disappear into the pages. Tatsuya's inclination's aside the main issue was finding the information here. This place was under Shadow Fall's leadership. Aside from Demonic energy being pretty potent in this area, it seemed peaceful. The economy was in good shape and he didn't see people having sex on the sidewalks and acting inhumanely here. That is a point ahead of what home had to offer as that was pretty common. Unless a Shogun put things off limit those savages only had desires in them. Tatsuya could only lean back on the strange seat. It was made of a marble and so were other tables in the area. Such an interesting choice to make tables and things with. One would figure it would be a rather rough thing to make work for what you wanted.

None the less this journey of his would be ending soon. Destinations were unknown till the arrival at such a juncture. That was the thing that would stand out the most for him. The ending meant closure for Tsubasa's journey. But for him, it meant a beginning of his own to discover something. The Emperor was nowhere near close to them in power. Tatsuya was still the strongest fighter and in this place that meant nothing. It was like saying you owned a leather ball in a county full of them. The title's and reputation were null and void in this world. A small fish in an ocean of other beings.Such an exciting principal he could almost salivate for it.