[PS] Dante Barracks

[Minoshia]

The Konatsa-jin had retreated back to his small bunk. The speech was inspiring to the troops that had crowded into the barracks; a combination of excitement and confidence sprawled over the minds of the soldiers. He had stood in the back, thrusting his fist when needed and shouting ?Dante? when the time called for it. It didn?t take much to make Minoshia want to kill people; it almost took no urging at all.

He chose a bunk in the corner of the tight room, where the least light hit and darkness covered his anxious body. He sat near the top of his bed, his back resting on the corner where the two adjacent walls met. Bony knees tucked against his chest, his chin resting on top of the bend in his leg. The only sign that he had arrived was the burning red shimmer of blood lust that flashed across his normally black eyes. He was sure that King Vegeta and Burori knew his presence was accounted for. All there was to do now was wait. Rest up, relax, and wait for the opportunity to slaughter opposing warriors ignorant enough to think they could defeat him, Minoshia; the Prince of Darkness.