The day was quite elegant in the town of Baska as everyone enjoyed the peace within the region. Children played hide and seek, as their parents watched. Zanto himself sat on a bench in the town square as he looked around the place with a smirk. Tempting to tell he seeker where the kids were hiding, but the seeker was quite intelligent seeing as he had found all of them easily. Taking a look away from the fun and games, he would focus his eyes on the blue-jay resting on his finger. Birds were such peaceful creatures and with everything that was happening around him, his mind was quite as ease. It was as if he gods were pleasing him to the point where he could rest only a little before he went back to achieving his goal.
Even though he was at peace, Zanto was half tempted to stand up and cause some commotion so that someone would challenge him to his fight. His mind was challenging, even with the elegance of the place, he still craved the action of fighting. It was something that would forever be instilled in him and probably would never leave him.