In a distance, Ryuga approached the large armies. His movements, demeanor and appearance looking monotonous.
He was a lone man. The closer he got the clearer they could see him. He took of his jacket by the shoulders amd rolled it down to his waist. Then he tied it by the arms around his waist.
He took off his gloves and shoved them in his pockets. And in further preparation, he carefully folded his sleeves up to his elbows. His smile shone ever so eternally on his face.
He took average, smooth and measured steps as he approached the armies.
"What is this? That man... could he be the enemy? I doubt it. I can't sense a thing from him. Nor the slightest bounce of pulsating energy from him." One of the the soldiers spoke with a stern gaze.
He was part of the vanguard. He held his shield strangely. His spear aimed ahead, leaned against the shield.
