[Komm Kayriel]

In the blackness of space existed a cold the like Man would not experience, and there be but the grace of God to protect Man from its final embrace. To that extent, it is unknown why his opponent had chosen this desolate field of drifting chunks of ice and metals framed only by the cold reflection of a nearby lunar satellite as the place to do battle, but true to form, he rarely missed a chance to scout out new challenges.

Within the very bowels of a shadowed behemoth of incomprehensible energy, he was seated cross-legged - enjoying the silence of space until his opponent would arrive. He was clad in sable silks, cheongsam extending over smoke-grey hakama... fitting for his varied past of which he was all too aware of. The young man wore open-toed tabi and simple socks, black and white offset as much as his hair, which started black at the top of his head and continued down - slowly lightening to the white tips of long tresses, set in two thick braids running down his back that barely hid Higashi and Uchuu.

Indeed, this peaceful man was Tohou Fuhai, the successor of a legacy long past, and one of the most vaunted killers of his age... waiting ever so calmly for his opponent to arrive. Wishing to meet in fashion, he did not tap into the impressive sensor array his machine possessed, merely did he observe in silence.