Satoshi vs Sithis Underground Crime Fighting

True enough, the Vizard didn't have much luck with recruiting individuals to his own cause. Although some people he asked had chosen to become, at least, allies instead of subordinates, then it wasn't all terrible. Fortunately, something about Sithis had rung through his ears as a man of vision and action. Rarely, it seemed, did the three worlds even combined have enough of those types.

Satoshi's hand shook with Sithis firmly, before putting both of his hands behind his back in thought at the Shinigami's many questions. Who does he really care for..? As he contemplated, it came to his attention that he cared for no one other then himself in the long run. Although he wasn't without his morales, he would be willing to do anything in order to achieve his desired utopia world.

There were individuals, however, he would fight for. If it came to it, yes, he would fight them. But those two have shown him kindness that he can only repay in his protection. Gage Mekhanic and Superia Regalias. A Fullbringer and a Quincy, two unlikely candidates for friendship. But..Superia. Superia, he had known for years and grown to care for. Could he really kill her..? He seemed slightly troubled by the idea.

"Depends on your meaning of the word 'care'."

He turned to face the rest of his Quincy security, then back at Sithis.

"If you're asking if I have genuine sentimentality to them, no. I have no genuine sentimentality for any race, including my own."

He sat down once more and re-adjusted himself.

"Are they crucial? Yes. Without them, goals that me and you wish to see completed are impossible to do so."

He took the last sip of his drink before setting it back down gently.

"What I expected what to see how he compared against you. Everything else, I leave to psychics and fortune-tellers." He chuckled at Sithis comment about 'low ranked' Quincy.


With intent eyes, he stared down at him.

"You're far too un-informed about these Quincy to make any sort of insult at their ability to kill."

He stood up once more and snapped his fingers, the doors to the building unlocking. Rows and rows of people began swarming out.

Except for about 12 others, all of whom were undercover Quincy.

"At any point in time, you could be dead either by my hands, or theirs. The fate of your life is quite literally in their hands just as much as it is mine. That tells me they have no grudge against you, yet you killed one of their own."

"My uses for you extend beyond just the Wandenreich I work for, my friend. And it will all be revealed to you in due time. There is much to show you."

He snaps his fingers, and his shadow against the wall behind him grows much bigger and darker, until eventually a glowing city of white and blue could be seen in the distance of the shadow. It was a portlan to Schatten Bereich, the HQ of the Wandenreich.

"Shall we?"