Descending Despairs

. Late afternoon.

It was a strange day for this bustling city of thousands upon thousands. Normally, the day was busy, with the various grade schools engaging in their lessons, their outdoor activities, and eventually their extracurriculars, while the adults of the large city were up to their usual agendas. Whether it was the school districts, the shopping districts, the business districts, or what have you, one could find a busy atmosphere of people in every corner. But this day was strange. There was an eerie calm that seemed to envelop the city. Many children decided to not attend their routine sport meetings or hobbies, some adults called in their sick days, and even some high schools saw a rather steep drop in attendance this day. People were remaining indoors today, all throughout the city infamous for its constant commerce.

Was it possible that unbeknownst to their conscious minds, deep down to their most basic human instincts, they could sense an incoming danger?

The clouds high in the air seemed just as quiet as the town, floating by peacefully along the air current which carried them. But almost as if it were a natural phenomena, some clouds began to change course, swirling toward a center point in the skies as a faint wispy energy began to permeate that section of the skies. It looked like a flat disc of swirling white clouds, and as it formed, a hand was slowly seen creeping out from the inside. This was no natural occurrence, this was a portal opened by powerful magic. The hand moved out closer and a foot could then be seen coming out, before long came out from that swirling portal. He was strange in his appearance, dressed in a flamboyant azure suit with darker blue arrows etched onto its design. His hair was short yet burst with an intense turquoise color which illuminated in the orange light of the falling afternoon sun.

As he exited the portal, he looked back toward it and formed a light grin. "So is this the place? Osaka?" he questioned.