As the stench of sake was removed, his body cleaned up and cleansed by the boiling water. He folded his arms and let his mind go at long last... Or so he had hoped.<br/><br/>In an instant, the water turned to crimson blood, his garden now a battlefield filled with nothing but bones and rusting weapons all over. An illusion, if anything else. His expression dulled from this sight, not surprise for a moment.<br/>"Awww... Smart little Blake not impressed with my illusion?" The culprit rising from the blood, making himself perfectly comfortable.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"Nice bath, though. Really opens you up."</span></span>He said with an eerie smile.<br/>"Speak and leave... You know I don't fear you!" Blake finally said, his arms crossed, his glare still dulled from such a prank.<br/><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-style: italic">"I just thought... I'd remind you... That I'm gonna kill y-" </span></span>Enraged with the bastard, he reached out for the man's face, uttering a small incantation...<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">"You're first... Mystic..."</span></span>Only truly relieved as he could feel the Black Samurai's presence no longer. "I prefer to be surprised... You know that now."