lack wings fluttered all throughout the Court of Pure Souls. If one were looking from a bird's-eye view, they'd see the magnificent patterns of the innocence as they expanded from the sword and onto the rest of the room. It was a beautiful day, but as always, something had to go and ruin the vibe. It began with the order from the general, Knives, to the exorcist of the division in charge of the messaging system, Kaitoku. Subsequently, it was left to KAITOKU to relay the message to all others. Certain warriors were told to handle a district of paris that was under the control of the rebellious group of Akuma known as the 'Eight Chess,' while others requested to be sent into the situation. How foolish of them. It was one thing to have your heart fully into the faction you were in, but it was another to purposely ruin a day such as this. Those who didn't get the orders to leave black order headquarter's gates were lucky as hell.
Before he was going he went to his room and pack stuff up for his travel,he then lay on his bed for a while thinking about it
