Glass shattered as he swept failed experiments and flasks from the table. He held the glass test tube close to his gaze, the faint blue reflecting off of his eyes. He had perfectly recreated the blue spider lily, and now he had it in his prescience, his hands, his possession, and although he had planned this moment out for nearly a millennium, his brain short circuited, and he found himself rushing to where Kokushibo usually resided.

Without warning, the door to his room swung open. Kokushibo, taken aback by the intrusion, turned sharply, his long, dark hair falling over one shoulder as he stared at the man. He had been in the midst of preparing himself, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his disheveled attire, which hung loosely from his tall frame.

”Kokushibo!!”