Crashing Hearts: A Pathway to Hell

The March Towards Battle
The halls of Phantom Breaker were silent as the morning sunlight swept through the windows into the corridors. Phantom Complex, heart of their guild, their home, was deathly silent. Today was not just any other day, but a day headed towards blood and pain. The common living areas were empty as mages of the guild had gathered in the meeting hall to wish luck and victory to their comrades off to deal with Taichi's peril.

Their guest, however, was running a bit behind schedule. Sanjo headed down the corridor towards the meeting room Aina had directed him to yesterday. This atmosphere was familiar to him, the silence and momentary peace before battle. He gathered that most of these people had never dealt with criminals on the same level mages were used to back home. That was just his assumption though.

"What's most crucial is securing Taichi's safety first, and then taking out this Yakeno guy," Sanjo pondered to himself. The sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway. "Taichi's imprisonment gives him leverage. A hostage is an advantage. At least we understand our opponent isn't an imbecile." The wizard saint had no worries about his own well being in this, the real worry was Taichi' neck not his or the others'. Then there was mother nature to worry about.

He came to a halt before the grand, wooden doors of the meeting hall. Sanjo took a deep breath and pushed the doors open to find all eyes on him in a packed room. "Looks like everyone is up early today, " Sanjo said with a small smirk. He glanced to see where Jayapura was waiting. The old man, Konoha, and himself were the only actual muscle in this guild to deal with a situation like this.