A gust of wind blew on through the streets of Oak. The gentle breeze blew on through allowing the cold winters air to travel deep to the bones of Oak's Citizens. The wind increased as a single figure could be seen falling from a four-story building. The wind gently cascaded around the individual flowing beneath his feet cushioning his fall as he landed on the ground, standing in a hunched position. The figure rose to its full height, towering at seven foot two. The figure was a tall male with long black hair that cascaded down his back reaching his ankles, with bangs framing the side of his face. He had piercing dark grey hues with slitted iris much like a snake. The man had a youthful appearance and seemed to scream sex appeal, accompanied by smooth silky slightly pale skin.

The male, known as Yami, wore a flowing long white kimono that ran down to his ankles revealing his white tabi and waraji. Beneath the kimono, he wore white hakama pants. Running down from the sleeves of his kimono hanging off the wrists are two long silk strands of fabric that reach down to his knees. Etched onto the white strips of silk are twin cyan blue serpentine dragons. Wrapped around each sleeve of his kimono are chains of golden silk embroidered into the fabric. Hanging on his shoulders, with his arms out of the sleeves was a white Haori.

Yami, a mage of Phantom Lord, made his way through the streets heading towards the shop of a man who had petitioned a mage to lend him aid in a quest. The quest was rather simplistic in nature, the owner of the shop was fed up with some kid named Jerr who was constantly stealing from his shop, so the shopkeep wanted a mage to teach the boy a lesson, frighten him into stopping. Sadly Yami could't do any damage to the kid, he was only allowed to frighten him, if he could do more he would just end the kid's life.

Yami was someone with no morals, who wasn't afraid of harming a child or even killing one. He would gladly torture a child if only to bring him some joy. There was just something about the screams of a child that brought Yami great joy. The handsome man couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought, but pushed the thoughts aside as he finally arrived at his quest destination. His piercing grey hues locked onto the shop keep at the front, an old man with a bald head, the only hair he had was on the sides of his head. The shop keep wore a simple grey and brown kimono with waraji. Yami approached the shopkeep, walking up the middle of the street, the wind cascading around him causing his hair to flutter. The wind seemed to hug his body protectively as he approached, any woman who glanced in his direction swooned from his charming features and the attractive smile he wore upon his lips, while fake they could not tell the difference.

Yami approached the keep, standing a metre from him. His height forced the keep to look upwards eyes widening at the sight, "I'm here for the quest." Spoke Yami, his tone was soft, warm and seemed to ooze sex appeal. The shopkeep raised an eyebrow at the strange man, but was met with the sight of the quest poster being raised in front, having been extracted from the tall man's right kimono sleeve. The shopkeep took the paper and nodded his head, "Very well, that is the boy over there." He raised a boney finger and pointed into the crowd towards a young ragged boy with browny red hair.

Said child the moment he was picked from the crowd quickly darted off. Yami smirked, the thrill of the chase was always exciting, and the boy was quite fast. Yami quickly went into action flicking his right wrist, while clicking the fingers on his left hand. Blue shades of magic erupted from his body and the wind began to pick up. Yami's haori floated upwards in the gust that surrounded him as the wind wrapped around his body covering him from head to toe. Yami crouched to the ground, the kid easily had a three-meter lead on him. The wind mage kicked off the ground his speed having risen exponentially to the next level allowing him to the match the speed of the child. Unlike the child, however, Yami was a magic user and would use that to his full advantage to catch the child and teach him the lesson he deserved.

By the first second the child still had a lead on Yami, but there was a difference between them, the child had a shorter stride, whereas Yami with his taller frame his strides were longer allowing the Wind Mage to easily close the gap, bringing it down to a meter. Yami raised his right-hand wind wrapping around it tightly. He swung down firing a blade of wind into the alleyway. they had run into; it seemed the boy was attempting to lose him in the back alleys. Yami swung his hand down on an angle launching a blade of wind.

The wind blade sailed on past Jerr who had slowed down in an attempt to dodge it, but there was no need as it missed. Jerr came to a halt and stuck his tongue out at Yami. Jerr turned and returned to running, but the wind mage merely smirked. He was not aiming at Jerr but at something else. The blade slammed into the top part of a wall cutting deep into it sending debris falling into Jerr's path forcing him to come to a halt. Yami closed the gap reaching out and grabbing the boy by the back of his neck and pulled tossing him into a wall back first with enough force to make the kid cry out in pain. Yami took a step forward looming over Jerr, raising his right hand the wind still spinning around it, 'One warning only kid, leave the keep alone or else."

Yami then walked off, leaving Jerr in a pile of his own urine. The wind mage shot through the alley at full speed returning to the shopkeep appearing in front of him, "Job's been taken care of, now pay me or else I'll mount your head on a pike." Yami's tone was dark and intimidating frightening the shopkeep who quickly pulled out a wad of jewels and handed them over. With the jewels in hand Yami quickly counted them b

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