A Flickering Flame Challenges The Encompassing Darkness

Mitsuru took in a breath of fresh air as he held his head up toward the clear blue sky. A quiet sigh escaping his lips as he exhaled before turning his head to look down the path before him, "I'm going to be pissed if this ends up being another dead end trip. Why's this guy so hard to find anyway?" Mitsuru asked himself out loud. He shook his head before stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jacket and continuing down the path. He walked for another half hour before coming to a large field, empty all except for a few trees and rocks jutting from the ground. Mitsuru tilted his head a bit as he saw a figure a bit of a distance away, someone sat on one of the large rocks, facing away. Thanks to Mitsuru's enhanced sight he was able to clearly make out that the figure had black hair, and while that wasn't a lot to go off of in determining ones identity, Mitsuru had come a long way and honestly just wanted to believe that he had indeed found who he was searching for. He began to walk toward the figure. Not being too loud, but not sneaking either as he hoped to casually approach this person. When he was only about twenty five feet away, he stopped and just looked at the man sitting on the rock. He was sure it was him, the man he was searching for. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Dmitri would you? Dmitri Xavier, youngest winner of the Grand Tournament?" Mitsuru asked, leaning forward and to the side just a bit as he tried to get a better look at the man's face.