A One Track Mind

"What is there to be done next.. I feel as though he's toying with me." This was the thought running through the mind of the young wizard at hand. The daylight shined bright over the mountain ledge, that a young wizard sat atop. Even though the rays gave light to the earth, it was far from being hot outside. In fact, slight gusts of wind would pick up every so often. Her peered over the plain's terrain and surveyed the area just perfectly. That slight gust picked up and his necklace like item lifted into the atmosphere.

Placing his hand on the bare ground, the young man began to slowly stand up up. His brownish-gray pancho began to flow in the wind coming just above his knees. Near the neck area the high color of his undergarment was visible just barely covering the bottom half of his mouth. Towards the bottom of his pancho a sneak peak appearance of his sword was leaked as if he had been holding it in his hand rather than on his hip. Around his feet as well as his sandals, were white colored bandages which in a sense saved him from the outside threats and bites of small pests. Around his head were also more bandages but colored black, with his hair coming over it in various locations.

He looked down on the land as if he ruled it: as if he was the king of Fiore. This "as if" was true to a certain extent, this man was the one who had proclaimed himself as the King of the Wizards, yet many others respected him as the King of the Wizards and the title officially became his. This was none other than Ninigi, the guild master of Black Crown.