Blades Raised High (Private-Haku Saiyukai)

It was close to around noon at the soccer field in Karakura town. There was no one that but a lone man in black, and most couldn't see him. Jim was siting atop a lamp post, eating his lunch, and looking over the town. It was a bright and sunny day. A day that seems nothing can go bad.

Unfortunately, things were about to go wrong as because a scream traveled through the air. This scream came from a prostitute who was watching as her pimp was being hacked to pieces by one of Haku's tentacle's hacksaws, causing blood to get everywhere. Haku decided to abandon his black cape and hood and decided to remain shirtless, leaving his metallic tentacles out in full view. His other chosen clothes were black leather jeans, which were coated in the blood of the pimp, and black biker boots. He carved the symbol of his god Kiryu into the ground as he said a quick prayer and turned to face the prostitute, a wide, creepy, toothy, ear-to-ear, deranged smile as he calmly started walking towards her.

Hearing the blood turning scream, Jim droped his lunch and rushed over to try to save the woman. Knowing he wasn't going to make it in timehe resorted to useing kido. "Hado #1 Sho!" A strong gust of wind pushed the woman down the corner of the street, out of the reach of the..... um..... weird kid with the things on his back. "Who are you!" He said in a commanding voice.

Haku blinked when some force pushed the woman far away from him and scowled when the person who was the cause of it appeared and commanded him to tell him his name. "None of your fucking business you overgrown, radioactive bucket of dodo piss. All you have to fucking know is that you took my prey from and now I am very fucking pissed" he snarled at Jim as he slung profanity after profanity in a surprisingly deep, raspy voice that contrasted heavily from his child-like appearance.

Jim landed a close enough that he could jump to attack this kid if need be, but far enough away that this kid will have to take a second to get to him to attack him. Giveing him the time to react if this kid did something. "My, my, what colorful words you have. Did your mother teach you to talk in such a way, or are you going through that rebal like state of growing up." Jim keeped his spirit pressure up as to be ready to use a kido at a moment's notice.