Nishiwaki and his posse of bandits were ready for another raid. Nishiwaki had a lit cigar in his mouth and puffed rings of smoke from his mouth. His fellow bandits encircled Nishiwaki and waited for their leaders signal.

" Boss," The sound of a bandit said. " I may have an idea." One of his bandits approached Nishiwaki and passed a scroll over to him. Nishiwaki grabbed the school and unraveled it to see a blueprint of the village they were robbing. " Its name is Forklorg Village, sir. I'm sure if we follow what's written we can—"

Nishiwaki ignored what the bandit said and rubbed his lit cigar against his face. The heat from the cigar burned the bandits face, then he cried out in agony. Nishiwaki raised the blueprints the man had and ripped it in half.

" Rule number one: we follow my orders! Rule number two: never interfere with my plans. My instincts tell me to attack in a group, so we'll attack in a group!" Nishiwaki pulled a sword out of his side-belt and raised it over his head. " Men, to arms!"

" Yeah!" All the bandits shouted as they raised their swords into the air.

" Charge!"

III

Nishiwaki and all his bandits were pillaging Forklorg Village. Bandits used matches to light the tips of wine bottles and threw them into houses. The bottles soon erupted and set the houses in flames. Other bandits brutally abused weaponless villagers and stole money from them. Others raided stores as they were stealing merchandise.

Nishiwaki however was more resilient of the circumstances. Nishiwaki poured himself a glass of sake out and lounged in a chair as he slurped it down. Nishiwaki was melancholy and grim. He had one glass of sake for every destruction he saw.

" Simpletons," Nishiwaki took another glass of sake and shaked his head. " I just don't feel that relishing feeling anymore. There's just no destruction that is covert anymore. Times have become turbulent. I don't know what I want anymore."

" HELP ME!" The voice of a woman screamed. " Somebody help ME!"

Nishiwaki raised his head up and looked at where the voice was coming from. The voice was from a scared woman. The woman had creamy pink skin and a slender body. She had black hair in a ponytail. The woman was crying and tears were dripping fearfully from her eyes as one of Nishiwaki's bandits caressed her body.

" Quit your whining, you!" The bandit shouted at the scared girl. " You are just going to sit back and enjoy yourself! I'm going to make you all mi—"

Nishiwaki then ran over to his fellow bandit and slugged him in his face. The bandit fell down as Nishiwaki helped the woman to her feet and wiped her tears away with a napkin. "Hey, are you alright?" The woman nodded her head and placed the napkin over her mouth. Nishiwaki then glared at the bandit caressing her and frowned. " What did I say about hurting innocent people, you. We only hurt people if they hurt us first, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera."

" Very well, leader." The man turned his head away from Nishiwaki and walked away. The bandit then took out a bottle of beer and dripped it into his mouth. " I have must better things to do anyways."

As the man was gone, Nishiwaki took the napkin away from the woman to see her calm face. She was the only one Nishiwaki saw to be calm—not that it mattered to him—everyone else was running in a fanatic. Nishiwaki took out a purple petal flower and handed it over to the woman.

" Here It's gentian. It's a flower believe to help relinquish fatigue and unhappiness. I want you to have it."The woman blushed from the fragrance of the flower, but took it away from Nishiwaki and sniffed its pollen. " It smells good, doesn't it? I always carry those around with me." Nishiwaki spun around and walked away. " I hope they're too your liking. Now good-bye."

" Thank you," the innocent sound of the girl said while her face was in the flower. Nishiwaki shuddered at the sound of her voice and turned around. " You aren't like the rest of the bandits. Unlike them you're kind and thoughtless."

Nishiwaki blushed at the serenity of her voice, but then frowned and scoffed at her. " You're wrong. I'm the leader of this whole bandit posse. That makes me the most villainous one of them all. So you might as well run away while you still have the chance." Nishiwaki attempted to walk away. He then stopped walking and turned his head to the girl, smiled. " What's your name, miss?"

" M-my name?" The woman rubbed her cheeks and blushed as she darted her eyes away from Nishiwaki. " Sarah. Sarah Futokoro."

" Sarah Futokoro…" Nishiwaki continued to smile and walked away as he still looked at Sarah. "My name is Nishiwaki Tetsu. Thank you for your time." Nishiwaki walked away from Sarah. While he was walking, Nishiwaki started to feel a throbbing pain deep in his heart. Nishiwaki groaned at the pain, and he rubbed his sore spot. " The pain…what kind of pain is this?"

III

Nishiwaki and his bandit posse camped in the woods of Forklorg Village and were sitting around a bonfire. The bandit laughed as they drank bottles of sake or gnawed on pieces of roasted meat. Nishiwaki however was too deep in thought and was thinking about Sarah Futokoro's kind behavior.

" Hey boss," the sound of a bandit said. " Check this out." One of Nishiwaki's bandits shoved a painting directly into Nishiwaki's face. The painting was a beautiful enchantress with roses surrounding her. " Is she hot or what?"

" Maybe," Nishiwaki said with a lack of enthusiasm. " What would I know."

" Geez, you're such a killjoy, boss. When was the last time you tried doing anything fun?"

" I would hardly know. Why don't you show it to someone else? I'm sure they'll enjoy more than me."

" Killjoy. Ballbuster. You're no fun whatsoever."

The bandit soon ignored Nishiwaki and walked away from him into a group of three people—the only people who were laughing when he showed them his painting.

Nishiwaki wanted to have fun like the rest of his bandit posse, but he took no joy in the robbing or the charisma his other bandits had. Nishiwaki instead thought back to the girl Sarah and visualized what things would be like between him and her if they meet under different terms.

" I have to see her again. I don't care if I die. I-must-see-her."

Nishiwaki stood up and tried to walk back to Forlorg Village. However, one of his fellow bandits noticed this and called out:

" Boss, where are you going?"

" Taking a piss. Would you mind giving me some privacy?"

" Er, not at all, boss. Please, do as you wish."

" Good. But that's obviously a lie. I'm going to Forklorg Village, and I don't care what they do to me."

III

Most of Forklorg Villages townspeople were gathered inside a cathedral. Everyone were sitting on benches and had their heads slumped down as they were all whispering silent prayers. There was no priest to guide them, so the townspeople did whatever they believed to be adequate for their God.

One man stood up and walked to the podium of their cathedral. The man was skinny and lanky-looking young man with glasses and slicked black hair with a blue tinge to it. He wore a black suit with two golden markings on it over a white shirt with a curious collar, with spiral-like protrusions on the edges, and a standard black tie.

The man raised his hands up for people to see, announced, " People, people, settle down. I know you're all scared of the men who go against gods' words, but we are safe in his chapel."

" How can you say that!" One man in the cathedral stood up and yelled. " Do you really think we're safe from those monsters! We're never safe so long as they are around! Why don't you get it through your thick skull!"

" Now, now, there's no reason to raise your voice. I'm not raising my voice, we're all in the temple of God ,so you should deprave yourself of your anger."

" You're an idiot! You, these people, every one of them are idiots!"

" Now now, nothing will be gained from this verbal abuse. All we can do is pray and believe there is someone out there who is watching over us, and loves us for who we a—"

The doors to the cathedral were opened, and in popped the head of Nishiwaki. All attention turned to him as everyone snarled. Nishiwaki however ignored everyone and made his way towards the podium. Nishiwaki looked up at the man with the plain tie ,said, " Hello. My name is Nishiwaki. I came you to help you people in your time of need."

" Liar!" One person in his seats shouted. " He's just trying to deceive us to leave this place, then get all his men to swarm us and murder us!"

" Please. Do you really think I'm barbaric to attack you on a sacred long? I won't need to anyways. If you stay here, y'all will just wither away and die. But if you listen to my plan, I can help you get back what belongs to you."

" He's lying!" Another man in the cathedral shouted. " Kill him! Kill him while he's weak, now!"

" Stop it!" Sarah Futokoro shouted. " Listen to what he has to say! We're all God's children, and that means we trust each other in God's country! Just give him the chance to speak!"

Everyone looked at Sarah's anguished eyes of Sarah. Everyone who stared in her eyes felt a slight throb of pity. All the men scoffed at the sight of Sarah's eyes, all women had sadist looks on their faces, and all the children just stared at her in bewilderment.

" Do you really trust this man, Sarah?" The man on the podium said.

Sarah's face tinted red as she tried hiding it with her hands. " Y-yes."

" Then tell us, Mr. bandit, what is it you had in mind?"