YatoruSenpai
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With his Mission Completed and personal trophy obtained, Scalli slowly turned back towards the east, in the direction of West City where the cheers of the crowd and voice of the announcer boomed about an exhibition match. Normally the Universes Greatest assassin would pay this no mind, but something deep in his long matured, and aged mind etched him to watch. It was like a long hazy, memory refusing to resurface in full imagery. This feeling was vexing to say the least, causing Scalli to let out a sigh of annoyance. Feeling the warm winds against his fair young looking skin, his hair swaying like a river of obsidian, his pale blue eyes focusing forward as his body began flickering from a materialistic physicality, to a vanishing position. Where one instant he was standing in the outskirts the next he had returned atop of the Sun shade overlook for the Audience, His eyes slowly averting down towards the arena waiting for these so called Exhibition contestants to make their appearances. This Arena a side ring from the primary matches, as an android his location via sensory was impossible to detect yet under his profession he was not an individual to let anyone get a sudden drop on him. His physical body remaining concealed in his personal Pocket Dimension called the Tides of Time, preventing him from taking a surprise attack as ki, kiai, magic or even physical blows would phase through him as if he was utilizing the Technique After Image.
His hands slowly sliding into his trench coats pockets, that feeling kept scratching at his minds subconscious, was it a memory of his life before the Singularity Event that merged the universes, could the name Mazu Aoi have stirred something he had long forgotten; these were the questions further irritating his normally calm disposition.


