[D] Fusion Arrives at Port Karolin

[Reijin]

The rain has stopped...

The raven haired Saiyan looked to the sky a moment before igniting a pyromantic aura around himself briefly, drying himself with ease. Even that brief flash gathered a few looks from the soldiers. "That's what I felt," he muttered under his breath.

The group had been traveling for hours ever since they had left Terebath. They had enjoyed themselves within the Dante Forces village, but the time for enjoyment had since passed and they were now slowly moving from the safety of their own land into that of the wild. The army had undertaken a bit of a gloomy persona once the rain had begun to fall, feeling that without their Commander Broli in the same branch that they had no leadership. Reijin had no doubts for his team, however, as he knew well the abilities of the former King of Vejita-sei. While he'd never served directly beneath him, there was no mistaking the commanding aura that emanated from the descendant Lord.

Reijin's dark eyes surveyed the team as they slowly marched to a stop, deciding to create a camp as the sun begun to lower itself beneath the horizon. The somber procession began to hammer stakes into the ground while lifting tents high for the Commander himself. Reijin had been told that he had been bestowed some form of leadership title himself, but if the title had come with benefits that the rest of the army had not recieved, such as better shelter or food, he'd not seen it. Reijin only had one title befitting him. That title was killer.

A larger form stepped over the hilltop and glanced his way before signaling a nearby soldier to go to him. The Saiyan youth turned and began to walk to where the others had found a circle of trees to sleep beneath, and he tossed his sealed bag next to a tree. He hadn't even had to use the bag of supplies since they'd camped inside villages for the most part, but he could tell that he'd definately need to use it tonight.

"Lt. Reijin," a strong voice called to him.

Simply glancing over his shoulder, Reijin gave the man a sharp nod. "What is it?" he inquired, annoyed at the interruption. He'd done well to keep to himself so far, and the others had begun to grow curious as to who he was.

The man cleared his voice and looked to the sides to ensure himself that noone was within earshot. "You have been summoned. He wishes to see you in his chambers."

Reijin turned, standing to full height as he looked the man in the eye. "Who has summoned me?" he challenged the man. His feet sparked to motion as he neared the messanger.

The man gave a nervous glance back to the tent and then looked to Reijin. "I cannot say. You know that," he ended, almost in a plea.

Chuckling, the adolescent nodded to him. "See to it that you don't," he left floating on the air.

A few moments later, he found himself pushing through the curtains of the tent. The former King's commanding voice called out to him. "Reijin. You are the only man ballsy enough to stride into my tent without announcing your presence beforehand," he acknowledged, raising a brow at the youth. "Regardless, I have an assignment soon for you." He turned and looked down at a small unrolled map on the table, giving Reijin no chance to speak if he had wished to do so. "We have discovered a port city nearby. This is a neutral city. I wish for you to assist me when we go there."

The younger fighter had been studying the chair nearby, finally deciding that those in command didn't exactly have their comforts any better than he himself. He glanced up during the silence to see his superior glowering at him. "So you wish for me to destroy this city? Done," he waved his hand in the air as if magically bringing oblivion upon the residents.

"No!" Lord Vejita snapped. "That is not our goal. We wish to take the city, by force if necessary, to bring about a means to having a better army to deal with this war."

"I already assumed as much," Reijin followed up with. "I assume that you only wish me to destroy them as a last precaution in the event that they do not accept our 'generous offer' of peace?" He winked at his General.

Vejita I growled slightly under his breath at the mock cockiness of the individual before him and finally nodded sharply. "Yes, damn you, that is exactly how it is to go."

Reijin yawned. "So when do we go there?"

The former King looked at the map and then back at his warrior. "Tomorrow, at dawn. Get some rest. The days are going to begin feeling longer, and the nights will feel shorter."

Simply rising to his feet, Reijin pushed his way through the curtains and marched his way back down the hill to find his pack moving from side to side near the tree. Glaring at it for a moment, his mind finally realized exactly why the parcel was in motion. Taking a running start down the hill, he approached the bag with an enormous punt, sending the bag directly into the air to chase after the sun before coming back down to the earth, rolling down the hill with a loud squeel rising from with it.

The Saiyan then watched as the bag rolled to a stop before physically hopping its way back up the hill, whimpering. Reijin's gloved palm covered his face a moment in despair as his worst realizations had proven true. "Saiba?" the backpack whimpered.

The entire unit heard the words suddenly explode from Reijin's mouth. "YOU INFERNAL CREATURE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"