"Love is nothing more than poetic words in the form of potent lies.." The male's familiar voice echoed from the entrance of the castle, the lower rims of his white haori catching against the chilling breeze blowing in suddenly from the Northern mountains, of which as well caught and carried his long, youthful black hair of which somehow resisted the majority of the breeze, resting idly on his shoulders and against his back.
He continued his advance toward the group, his arms resting passively at his sides as he came to a sudden stop, his eyes closed as he stood in silence for a few brief moments, before gradually opening them.
"Sai Minamoto, Hebi Terumi, I trust you are both prepared? The pieces are beginning to fall into place, and I come to ask if either of you wish to back out of our previous arrangement and agreement before everything unfolds.."