Reunion of Sages

"Damian…" Sage Shinken grumbled with a displeased expression. "To think the Emperor of Harmony sent you, of all people, on a diplomatic delegation. What a joke."

The powerful winds that blew across the Heaven Sect brushed past him as the loose yukata draped over his body swayed gently.

The two of them glowered at each other in the pavilion of the finest luxury housing quarters of the Heaven Sect. They hadn't expected to run into each other, but they didn't waste any time immediately jumping into their shit-talking routine.

"Shinken, you cowardly bastard," the Devil grinned with bloodlust. "Don't talk shit when you can't back it up with your fists."

"Fool, you have come here as a delegate. A diplomat. Fists are the last thing you should resort to." Sage Shinken cursed.

"Hah! Any diplomat that is too afraid to use their fists is a weak diplomat!"

Sage Shinken stared at him like he had lost his mind.

It was not far from the truth.