Another day, another clan.

Scaramouche took sick enjoyment out of destroying each of the Blueprint's clans. Why did he do it? Because it was fun, of course.

Per random selection, he had decided the fate upon the Kaedehara clan. He knew these people would be scared to death. And that was fun.

So now, he stood infront of the old fart that supposedly owned the clan. Or something.

"Tell me, why should I spare your dumb little clan, hm?" Scaramouche smirked, seeing the old man tremble just a little.

"What would you even have to gain from destroying our clan, Scaramouche?" the leader hissed at him, clearly pissed about the whole situation.

Scaramouche slammed him up against the wall, making him hit his head. "I'd be careful, you don't wanna get hurt, do you?"

Yoshinori shook in fear now, clearly intimidated by the wanderer. How stupid! To Scaramouche, at least.

"Please..! Spare my clan, we have done no wrong!" Yoshinori begged, to which Scaramouche simply tsk-ed and shook his head.