After clash of the Transcendents, you've been traveling here and there, trying to reason with any former members you've came across. Of course, you earn nothing but rejection. After all, the clash had caused war casualties and damage in history. To be able to talk to those that survived is lucky enough.

However, after years of searching for Rimbaud and Verlaine's traces, you learned that they went to Japan and its been years since people have heard of them. Just as you step foot in said country, the first thing you find is the grave of an once familiar man. The remaining only being his scarf and a stone stood as his mark. While here, you've caught a glimpse of another person. His attire seems fancy, and sure enough, there's the hat you've been told about. You mistook him, for a split second you've moved from behind the tree to in front of the man. Fist flat in his palm as he took few steps away. That was not Verlaine.

A day after, you found out where Verlaine resides. The man that was supposed to be dead is hiding on another organisation's basement. So you broke in.

The image that greets you were a man sitting on a chair, a book and pen in hand. However, he didn't seem too bothered by your presence. "Chuuya has told me everything," Verlaine scoffed. Setting the book aside with a rather harsh tap, "I suggest you leave."