Misaki Kuro sat high in a tree, perching for the common wind current that happened to cross throughout the border. His taka swayed in the wind, as did his hair. Under him, grass swayed with the beat of the breeze. He drew his kuan dao from his back as he jumped to the next tree, tabbing it into the base of the tree, making branches to land on unnecessary. He pulled himself up and was now standing on the dull the of the blade. He jumped up the tree to the first branch, leaving his kuan dao below. He sprawled across the thick oak branch, where he lay assured noone had the balls to touch his weapon. Yet, he still couldn't nap.