Say hello to Sertai!
About six miles away from the valley where Goku, Gohan, and krillin where on there way to the fighting club, was a man sitting in a small circular room lit up with candles that were hanging from the stone roof, not a sound came from the man, not even the sound of breathing, anyone who came in now may think that this man was in shock, but he was quite alright, for the past month he had been slowly changing his Ki, normally it would only take a few minutes, but this man did not want anyone know he was there, he knew that just a couple of miles away where the sayains, they did not know him, but they soon would, this mans name was Sertai, he wore a black and red robe and held a long Japanese warriors sword by the hilt, this sword with was bright purple with a matting of blue silk on the hilt and odd looking symbols all along the blade.
The fighting club was the perfect time to get to them without being sensed, with all the warriors who would be gathering there his own Ki would just blend in.
A sound of someone stepping down a stone hallway came to Sertai's ears and he look side wards to see a short man with a yellow robe, this man looked like this was his last day and was shuddering trying to look away from Sertai dark Green eyes.
"Ser.. Sertai I am back" said the short man with a look of pure terror in his eyes.
"Did you get it?" replied Sertai holding up the and sword and pointing it at the man
"No.. but I di.." The man did not finish what he was saying, before he should do anything about it a very thin cut suddenly made its way up the mans chest and stopped before his neck, a wide eyed look ran across his face and shacking for only a moment his bust into flames and fell forward and by the time he hit the floor he was nothing up ashing, meanwhile Sertai was slowly putting the cover made onto his sword.
"I hate bad news"
About six miles away from the valley where Goku, Gohan, and krillin where on there way to the fighting club, was a man sitting in a small circular room lit up with candles that were hanging from the stone roof, not a sound came from the man, not even the sound of breathing, anyone who came in now may think that this man was in shock, but he was quite alright, for the past month he had been slowly changing his Ki, normally it would only take a few minutes, but this man did not want anyone know he was there, he knew that just a couple of miles away where the sayains, they did not know him, but they soon would, this mans name was Sertai, he wore a black and red robe and held a long Japanese warriors sword by the hilt, this sword with was bright purple with a matting of blue silk on the hilt and odd looking symbols all along the blade.
The fighting club was the perfect time to get to them without being sensed, with all the warriors who would be gathering there his own Ki would just blend in.
A sound of someone stepping down a stone hallway came to Sertai's ears and he look side wards to see a short man with a yellow robe, this man looked like this was his last day and was shuddering trying to look away from Sertai dark Green eyes.
"Ser.. Sertai I am back" said the short man with a look of pure terror in his eyes.
"Did you get it?" replied Sertai holding up the and sword and pointing it at the man
"No.. but I di.." The man did not finish what he was saying, before he should do anything about it a very thin cut suddenly made its way up the mans chest and stopped before his neck, a wide eyed look ran across his face and shacking for only a moment his bust into flames and fell forward and by the time he hit the floor he was nothing up ashing, meanwhile Sertai was slowly putting the cover made onto his sword.
"I hate bad news"