The forest was quiet, few birds, fewer insects, nothing could disturb the peace of the night. Footsteps crunched and fabric billowed in the wind. In the distance a white robed samurai continued his pursuit. Making sure he was always hidden, he made his way further and deeper into the woods. In the distance, a bumping and whirring music can be heard. The samurai dipped into a bush for cover, looking through the leaves, he saw people coming. Going towards the sound of the music, they were all children, teenagers, or young adults. Their bodies covered from head to toe in color. A display that stood out considerably from the dark tranquility of the forest. The crowd of teens grew, their clothing growing more fantastical with each person. The Samurai placed his hand on his chin in thought, looking down at his white robes. This will not be good enough to blend in wherever they were going. Getting a bit closer to the roaming pack of teens, he waited for the right target.
Stepping out of the bush, the samurai dressed in an outfit that resembled the cat in the hat, if it were from uptown manhattan. This piece was complete with a pacifier. The samurai took the pacifier out for a moment, disturbed that anyone would wear it for fashion. Sighing, he put it back in his mouth and began following the herd, his sword held up by his child-like backpack.
As the group approached, the music grew louder, thumping so hard the ground bounced. The synthetic sounds striking like sharp invisible blades infused in the air and drowned out all peace the forest once knew. They were reaching the outer ring of dancers, people threw themselves around in jerking movements. Humans, monsters, mutants, cyborgs, aliens, they all danced to the heavy bump of the electronic music. Some spun glowing rods and ropes, others danced in dangerous proximity to the colossal speakers the last few hung from the metal rafters upside down. They were enjoying themselves a bit too much.
The samurai was surprised to find himself enveloped in the ocean of bodies dancing. This is something that was alien to the samurai. There was no time to gawk however, two teens that resembled members of Gorillaz bumped into him, turning with outraged looks. The samurai danced with a worried expression, jumping up and down like he sees others doing. He looked frantically left and right for some kind of saving grace, there was nothing but the loud booming speakers.
Gathering himself he tried to find the beat of the music, head slowly bopping. Catching the repetitive beat in his head, he practiced his martial arts training. Jumping, kicking, spinning around and making forceful palm thrusts, the two teenagers fell in love with this new dance. They imitated and emulated each move the samurai did without fail. Soon enough they were once again lost in the music, giving the samurai time to escape.
Then the music stopped, all the teens, children, and young adults turned to the stage. The DJ booth rose from out of the ground. A shadowy figure sporting the horns of Aku on his headphones and making the symbol of Aku's rule with both hands. This, was the samurai's target.