Keigo was bleeding. It was something he did often, so it wasn't a big thing. As the Vongola Decimo and that octopus head of a Storm Guardian flew towards the mansion, the Sun Guardian had been there for a week securing the properties. His black vest and once white shirt, both bearing the Vongola and Sun symbols in overlap and now thoroughly slicked in blood, were all that was left of the upper body on his once well made suit. Not that he cared. Give him a gui anytime. He lounged comfortably on a green and yellow chased loveseat in his rather luxurious chambers within the Decimo's mansion. His lieutenant, a tall, thin man in Vongola black, nagged at him for his recklessness while swabbing his wounds with rubbing alcohol. The man didn't bother bandaging him, as the wounds seemed to close beneath his touch. That was odd, honestly. A peculiar quirk that was all him. "Really sir, I know you're nigh on indestructible, but really!" Keigo chuckled at his underling, knowing just how fragile his form was. "You look at things the wrong way, man. I got to flex my strength to the EXTREME, and prove my ULTIMATE loyalty to Tsuna-sama!" He flexed his muscles and pointed to the sky, a bit idiotically. His lieutenant just shook his head, used to his superior's untimely posturing by now. "Still, it worries me. What were those weird weapons the enemy used? They were like boxes, and fire. Then they became scythes!" Keigo's ever present grin slipped a little at the thought. "Never you mind what they were. When you're meant to know, you'll be told. I have to report to Tsuna-sama as soon as possible." He paused, and it looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth. "Of course, it would have to be THAT aura."The underling blinked in surprise. "You felt their auras?" The man's face lit up, pride in his superior shining through for a second, before his face fell again. "But, who had it before?" Keigo's smile was gone, something that didn't happen. The man nearly shook in fear of the expression on his captain's face. "That aura...it felt like a billowing wind, which tried to tear away my flesh as it blew past. It was just like the feeling I get around Jiel, that blade freak prince, and from the octopus head. It felt like Storm."