The rattling of chains, the moans of the despairing and wailing of the grieving. This place was nothing short of misery or hell itself in Taiyo's eyes. He despised this sorts of people, and as he walked past their cages the Man's smile was gone. Taiyo was still high, but he was far from pleased by having seen this conditions. His anger was palpable to the sense of touch, yet the pirates kept pushing him further into the facility. Taiyo's foot falls along with the rest of them echoing through the hallway of metal.

They were in some abandoned base, but it wasn't finished. Rock could be seen in some tunnels signaling to Taiyo it was abandoned mid construction. For what reasons he didn't know, but he did know he was here for a reason. He had been smoking peacefully when some men rolled up in a van to kidnap him, At first Taiyo resisted but then he thought about any one else they might of caught. So he stopped resisting eventually. Slowly pretending to grow weary so they could catch him.

Now he was being moved to the back, and when they entered the room, Taiyo winced at what he saw. A poor woman, beaten to near death lay on the floor. Her lips dry from dehydration, her face bruised and battered, her body in a similar shape. Taiyo said nothing as the pirates bragged about beating her to near death for disobeying. They then threatened Taiyo with a similar punishment before pushing him into the cage with her. The human kneeling down to see if she was alive. 

She was barely breathing, gasping for breath as if she would perish at a moments notice. She clung to life by a hairs breath and as Taiyo attempted to dress her wounds... She passed away in his arms. The sword monk's eyes shadowing over as he gently closed her eyes and sat with his legs folded under him. He silently prayed for her, the lone monk illuminated by light shining through some crack in the ceiling. Slowly Taiyo began to stand up only to move to the corner of the room.

He silently sat down in a similar position with the girl, legs tucked under him, hands on his thighs with head down. His eyes closed as his frown deepened, the vessels in Taiyo's forehead displaying themselves as angry markings upon his expression. Slowly the air about Taiyo began to heat up as he began to burn away the toxin within his body. His mind sharpening to lethal degrees and his body stiffening to unseen tension. Taiyo was many things, a lazy man, a humble man, even a very generous man. A good man... But every good man has their limits to being pushed.



As Taiyo's brown eyes opened, a hint of red was seen within them. The day passing rather quickly as Taiyo meditated, waiting patiently for his time to strike back. Justice would be served here today, for those children he saw enslaved crying out for their parents, and the girl who died in his arms beaten to death. Taiyo's rage was palpable, the area about him sweltered with heat, the rocks in the cell steaming as the ground beneath Taiyo turned orange from the heat. Heat waves could be seen in the room, and despite this, the girls body remained unharmed. 

Taiyo's hands had blood vessels in them visible from the strain of his anger. Finally with his anger came impatience, slowly rising to his feet, the human adjusted his gi before stepping in front of the door. The calm posture of Taiyo was gone now, instead the rigid stance of a very serious and angry man was present. Holding up his hand, the human closed his eyes while he visualized his blades. A sudden shift in the air about him could be seen as two spirits of women landed on his shoulder. The girls both blue and red respective to who they were had suddenly appeared. Taiyo looked to them each in turn before chuckling.

"Yugure..."

Taiyo stated as he gently touched her face of the blue one, her small slender figure pressing itself against his arm in pure affection. His other hand gently touched her sisters face, Hina, who was in red and had a full figure. She was much more elegant in her movements and more akin to a proper woman who didn't wish to be seen as weak. Her reluctance to accept his touch apparent but when he finally did caress her cheek, the woman moved to embrace his hand like a long lost lover.

"Hina..."

Taiyo stated as he watched the red spirit nuzzle the back of his hand. Yugure was not one to be ignored however and pressed herself to his body from his left, pushing him into Hina. Taiyo simply smiled before holding up his hands, each holding one of the spirits hands and kissed them both. With that the spirits would blush before returning to their sword forms. Taiyo flourished his blades in a colorful display of red and blue before sheathing his swords. 

Holding out his right hand, he placed his palm against the cold surface of the door before closing his eyes. His serious demeanor had returned. Slowly the door began to turn a different color, first a dull yellow then to blue, then orange. From there when the door turned a bright red it began to crumble beneath its own weight, the heat losing the bonds it once had to be a solid.  Taiyo's expression is a dire one, his eyes dark, his smile gone as he stepped into molten door without feeling it.

Like someone walking through bubbles from a washing machine, the molten plop with each step eaching in the hall until he was free. Moving through the area slowly and silently, Taiyo was akin to a shadow in the dark. When he first encountered soldiers, they didn't even know he was present. The swordsman exiting the shadows behind them before gripping his sword firmly. A moment later a glint of steel in the air in a V shape between the two men. The two soldiers falling to their knees as Taiyo walked past, Hina firmly in his hand and spotless despite the fact the two men lost their heads a moment later.

The brutal slaughter of the pirates was nothing short of fantastic, but Taiyo did so quickly, and effectively. None of them suffered a single blow they didn't instantly die from. Taiyo did no flashy magical techniques, no magic or mystic arts... No Taiyo simply slaughtered them without remorse. The flick of his blade, soaked in the arts of killing for just this occasion, was enough to end their sorry lives. By the end, his blade Hina had drank her fill of blood by now.

Her blade was drenched in it, thickly caked on and running in rivers as it flowed from her edge. Taiyo was ruthless, sparing no pirate, offering no words, no chance of mercy... If they had wanted mercy, they would have given it... Now they reaped what they sowed. As Taiyo stepped out into the sun for the first time the next day, his gi was soaked in blood, his face half splattered in it. His sword dripped blood like a deranged dog after a fine feast. Taiyo's eyes were dark, he said nothing, he didn't smile, and he didn't offer apologies. With a flick of his blade, the pirate blood was splattered from Hina's edge onto a wall, giving Taiyo's shadow a single red horn, his whole shadow filled in with red with a single red spike poking from his shadows forehead.

Slowly he sheathed Hina before pulling out a joint and lighter. He quickly took a head and tilted his head back. Like a train, Taiyo's mouth emitted a thick column of smoke thanks to his magic. The sword monk quickly beginning to devolve into a fit of coughing before walking on, leaving an empty base free of slaves... and filled with bodies no one would miss. Taiyo continued to puff on his joint till he was so high he could barely walk, his reward for doing a good deed.