Ice to Meet You

The sound of the ocean's waves was but all the beach provided on a pleasant winter afternoon. Though there was no sign of snow any which where, certainly no fool would have ventured to a beach during such a season. However yet, there sat a single man, his spiked light-blue hair accompanied by a natural breeze. He was in a meditative stance, his legs crossed and his eyes sealed. The world at large feared the man as the notorious Jiretto Ekuseru; a man so supposedly vile that his annihilation was a requirement to maintain the stabilization of the world itself. Though here he was now --seemingly with his guard down-- at peace with no one else around.