Shouta walks down the street of Tokyo, and save some of the animalistic sounds of some far-off Arcane and the rustling of something on the ground, it's quiet...
"Too quiet." Shouta pauses for a second, adjusting the golden mask back into place, muttering about the "damn thing sliding off", and grips the handle of the giant cleaver strapped to his back. Then, Shouta began to shout.
"I said it's TOO QUIET!" Nothing. Even the animalistic Arcane from far away had stopped their... croaking whinnying bark, whatever it was. Shouta turned around and sighed. Usually saying things like, "It's too quiet," "I guess it's safe," and, "It's finally over," seem to bring him some low-level Arcane to butcher mercilessly, but tonight none of them seemed to be taking the bait.
"Well I guess I must be safe... for now..." Swiftly, Shouta turns around, sword hefted in his left hand, outstretched, pointing at the darkness... the darkness and nothing beyond.
"Oh, come ON!" he shouts angrily, then, kicking at the sidewalk, placing his abnormally-large cleaver once more onto his back, he goes off to prowl elsewhere, looking for Arcane, or some people, to kill. He's not that choosy.