The cold, brisk night air danced amongst the trees, and pass the formidable Upper Moon 1. He walked alone at night, looking to fulfil his master’s wishes. His silence and tranquility was interrupted by faint, high-pitched crying. And it came from a small bundle of cloth on the ground. An infant, abandoned in a forest.

“A child? No. An infant. It will surely die here.” Kokushibo said in that menacing and cold tone of his. His six eyes looked down to the infant with no emotion.