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Silver looked up at her and smiled. He put his hand on her shoulder and softly.

"Don't be..."

He turned slightly red again. He hugged her for a long moment before speaking.

"I'm glad you did it anyways. I don't even know what I would have done..."

Silver, surprized, patted her back. He had never seen her like this. She was usually headstrong and a little stuborn, and hid her emotions well. Her crying was like winning the lottery or the world splitting to the core.

"Its... ok. Really..."

He honestly didn't know what to say to her at this point.

Another busy day in the bustling merchant town of Latent. There was always something to be done, especially now that so many had come to the town following the destruction of the stadium. With nowhere else to stay, travlers and adventures had come to the town as it was the only other habitable place within reasonable walking distance, and business was booming. Inns were booked solid, resturants were making plenty of money on those passing through, and there was even rumor going around that a new Stadium would be built soon that would attract even more business. Things were going good for Latent, despite the all too recent tragedy that had befallen the area.

But there was one young man who was not busy today. A lone, solemn figure strode up one of the town's many lanes. He didn't seem to have any particular destination in mind, but he was in fact heading for one particular place. The same place that earlier one might have seen an old man come looking for Vahn, but turned away by the current residents.

This young man was Silver Alexander, Kyonuske. In the days following the destruction of Leviathan Stadium, he had been reclusive, retreating into the near-by forest for solitude to contimplate recent events. Now, he was making his appearance again, returning to the make-shift Kyonuske headquarts untill a proper one could be established. Not totally "out of the loop" as it were, quiet observation from affar had revealed to him that of the remaining Kyo that were left, the more senior members didn't seem to be taking an active roll in restoration efforts. This simply would not do. If things were still a mess when Vahn came back, everyone was going to be in trouble.

That was... if Vahn came back. Mitsuyo appeared to be telling anyone who asked, whether for secrecy's sake, or that she actually believed it, that Vahn was dead. Silver was quite adamant to the contrary, and was prepared to defend his belief, should it come down to it. He'd have to find out what Mitsuyo really thought later.

But for now, he walked, heading for the place that Mitsuyo was staying for the moment. She had been a mentor to him, and if anyone knew what was going on, behind the scenes or not, she would.

Silver let out a long sigh, raising his left arm, which firmly gripped his shiney ebony bokken in its hand, to rest the wooden blade on his shoulder. His right arm, though healing at a much faster rate than the normal humans, had still not completely recovered from the damage sustained fighting the monk at the 2nd Leviathan Stadium's final battle. It was still bandaged up tightly and braced in a secure position, but it should be fine after a few more days. As for the rest of him, he wasn't in uniform today. No real need to be without official Kyonuske business to be done, so he just wore his usual casual clothes, a red, long sleeved jersey, and loose fitting black pants, adequate for combat, with small flame designs embroidered on the bottom modeled after his Shishou's.

To most he might appear like a common citizen or adventurer, but it would not be hard for anyone who knew of the Kyo to know who he was...

Silver's nose twitched, picking up the faint scent, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Probably a flower stand near-by. But then, his vision started to get weird. He blinked once, then blinked again. It didn't help. He shook his head trying to clear it. Nothing. At first he thought he was just tired, he had been pretty restless lately. But then he started hearing things, and alarms went off in his head. He snapped alert, but his vision was already distorted.

Damn! The scents! Trance inducing agents or hallucinogens of some kind! Someone got the drop on me. Some ninja I am...

Slipping.

Silver's grip tightened, trying to keep a hold on his weapon. He didn't sense any murderous intent or an aggressive battle aura, but heat signatures told him that someone was definately close by. Might as well try to start things off civilized.

"Can I help you?"

He didn't know who he was talking to, or exactly where they were, but it was a safe bet that they could hear him.

"What? Who're--Ngh..."

Silver slumped onto a near-by wall, the front of some building, his shoulder hitting the stone. He couldn't tell which one anymore. He was getting tired now. Real tired.
He fought to keep his eyes open, but he was having a hard time telling if he was even still awake already.

Tch... vice-captain... always making rookie mistakes... shoulda just stayed... in the forest...

Silver slowly slid down the wall 'till he hit the ground, falling on one knee, then onto his backside, turning to sit against the wall. His head drooped, and after a few more moments he slumped over, out like a light.

After several minutes of unconsciousness, Silver snapped back awake, the time having passed seemingly instantly to him while he was out. He awoke to find several townsfolk looking at him oddly, as if he were just some bum passed out on the sidewalk. In truth, that must have been what he looked like. Fortunately, he'd woken up before any sort of policeman or guard happened by.

Silver slowly climbed to his feet, rubbing at his head, using the wall for support. He felt better than when he had passed out, but what a strange experience that had just been. The whole ordeal that had just happened seemed like a bad dream to him, but he knew it had been real. His now missing prize posession was evidence enough for that.

Silver looked around for any signs of the woman that had appeared before him. It had to be her doing, whoever she was. She had more or less robbed him, and Silver hated being stolen from. He didn't have much, but what he did have was priceless to him, and this was a Dante Decker bokken, which just so happened to also be considered priceless to the general population, though not in the same way, and that only made matters worse. It meant much more to him than the obvious monetary value of the item, which he could only assume was what it had been stolen for. He had to find it.

Of course, the easiest way would be to ask the Kyo for help. There wasn't anybody the top ninja clan on the continent couldn't track down. But if Silver let word of this get out, he'd never live it down. Especially if Mr. Decker himself somehow managed to find out. He had to find this woman himself, and quick.

She just sat on the bed looking down at the floor feeling ashamed of herself, blushing as she avoided looking up wondering what he was thinking. Praying that he wasn't looking at her or was angry at her because of what she had just said

"..."