A light, subtle breeze passed over the seemingly desolate Jungle waterfall, as the breeze flew, the crashes of the waterfall seemed as if the entire world would hear the waterfall, yet it seemed still quiet enough to rest by. A few leaves detached and glided through the breeze, even though it was still springtime. A small leaf, that had been detached from a tree landed against Akame's nose, itching it enough to make her sneeze, which awoke her from her soft nap by the waterfall, on a soft patch of lush green grass.
Soft spring days like this always reminded Akame of her days with her fellow comrades in Night Raid, which brought a soft tear rolling across her face, thinking of each one of her comrade's demises. Although her re-composure wasn't of the quickest recoveries, she did restore her stoic self-composure, as a male hand descended upon her shoulder. She tensed up, and her hand flew to Muresame's hilt. "Don't worry, Akame. I don't want to fight, I actually want to be your friend." called the voice. Her grip on Muresame loosened and she turned around to a curious sight of a male her age. His hair reached his back with white in some spots that faded into the black that barely reflected light. He stood over six feet tall ( 2 meters for those native to countries besides America.), eyes that were blue, but were changing to green as Akame looked into them.
"My name is Zangetso, but feel free to call me Zan. I'm happy to meet you, Akame, May I say that you're very pretty, and I admire you considerably?" stated Zan. A Danger Beast approached him from behind, silently, and as Akame placed her hand on her weapon, he signaled that he would dispatch of the being. He simply raised his sheath, which was black, and he pressed his thumb against a lever be the hilt of the Katana, which had a red handle, covered in a mysteriously dark black cloth, and had a chain and guard of the same color of the rest of the cloth, and in a literal blur of black, as the majority of Zangetso's apparel was black, had turned around and released his thumb's position on the lever, and his katana, so black it reflected no light, shot out of the sheath, towards the Beast, and with a slight tug, he flipped the blade with its chain, and the blade sliced through it, causing it to fade away in darkness.
Stunned, Akame's question that she had not yet asked was answered. "Yes, this is an Imperial Arms. Its name is Huecerella, but I engineered the sheath myself. Its power is quite amazing, so I'll demonstrate." Zan slashed Huecerella in his hand, and a arc of black leaped from the trail of the slice, and cut through many trees before ending.
"So, Akame, may I please be your friend, or at least partner?" He only needed a few seconds to hear the resounding response from Akame: "I would be honored to, Zangetso. I hope we can become good aquaintences, maybe more."
