4th Impact... the begining of the end of all tales to come...

He who wields a blade faster than lighting finds himself walking through a forrest, his destination is unknown to him... and the only way to keep him in course is path made out of petals; now, those petals would mean nothing to him if it were not for one little detail, one that keep his mind focused on the path and on the quest he embarqued some days ago when a man, a man who hid his face under a hood, gave him a box while he was drinking in some bar near the Kaiu Wall in Crab lands. The box was incredibly beautiful, an excellent piece of craftmanship and it would have been perfect to the critic eye of any crane... but not to this particular crane. That box smelled funny he thought but he didn't hesitated to open it... inside the box was something that filled the crane's eyes with a mix of fury and fear, relief and regret, and at that moment he recognized the smell... the smell that caused him to have nightmares, the smell of a rose. He rushed out of the bar, sword in hand ready to unsheet, only to find a path made out of rose petals... so he followed that path and he follows it still... and he will keep following it untill death takes him, for it is time to bring this rivalry to an end.

Meanwhile 2 warriors walk their way through the same forrest, one with a heart of darkness and one whose swords bite as dragon fangs, searching for what seems lost. Some days ago they were suposed to meet someone they have not seen in a long while, someone that almost took their lifes, but that persons never showed up at the place of the meeting, instead a man who hid his face with a hood gave them a wakizashi. That sword was not unfamiliar to the dragons eyes, that sword had made an unmeasurable amout of cuts, but none of those cuts were delivered to an oponent. The master of that wakizashi had cut himself, bringing unspeakable pain unto him, to archieve power beyond recognition... but at the end he had to be redeemed, for power corrupts. The dragon was shocked, but the darkness had eyes like only a few in the entire world... and he could see traces of chakra... chakra that lead them towards a forrest. Now they walk that forrest, the same forrest in wich one as fast as lightning and as calm as the sky follows a trail of petals, to what seems to be the begining of the end of all tales to come.

Ryouji, Shinji, Suizuke... be prepared... you know that I don't hesitate to kill.