----------<br/>Satsu<br/>7:05<br/>North Gate<br/>----------<br/><br/>"Now what have we here?" he demanded before taking another swig of his jug.<br/><br/>Anyone that knew him or, since not many knew him, watched him knew it took a lot to get drunk. But that didn't stop him from acting the part whenever he thought he had the advantage. He walked toward the destruction, staggering every so often or looking like he was about to fall over. His left hand stayed at his side, his right holding the jug of sake. He smirked as he surveyed everything happening around him.<br/><br/>"Wh-hic-where are the pretty girls?" he asked, looking around, holding his hand up to his eyes as if trying to block the sun out even though it was behind him. "I wanna see pretty girls..."<br/><br/>Those who saw the reports that his 'handlers' wrote would know he wasn't nearly drunk since he could handle his drinks quite well. He looked around, his brow furrowing as he stood there and waited for something to happen. His senses were feeling out, and he kept his spiritual pressure lowered, though it occasionally 'flared' to give the illusion of inability to focus. The greatest weapon in a warrior's arsenal was his mind. Brawn couldn't win over brains when the mind was sharp and ready.