The man with the mint white hair strolled casually down the sidewalk of a Gwangju city street. Taxis whirred past. An ahjuma walked back-bent down the street while pushing a cart loaded with cardboard pieces. Shop doors rattled open and closed with Koreans out and about and on their way.

And the pale man in a loose white t-shirt and joggers tightened around his ankles strolled on. He had his left hand in his pocket.

He was muttering. The words had an eerie magical rhythm to it.

Then he lifted his right hand, his finger lazily pointed towards the sky, as the muttering continued.

His eyes shifted to the shadow beneath a tree. Down an alleyway. Under a truck. As his finger twisted and his voice carried like a whisper, in each pocket of shadow he passed there appeared a single large glowing yellow eye.

Then he came to a lazy stop at the intersection on the corner. A red light. Cars passing.

The green man-shaped light appeared. He began to cross the street.

When he did, he could hear the sound of a whistle screeching. He saw the iron beams of a fence wrapping around the back of a broad high school lawn.

His eyes fell on a golden haired young man on the other side of the bars who was staring up at sky and holding a baseball bat.

"Hello little moon prince."

The pale man's deep violet eyes narrowed and pulsed with dark energy. He could feel the Nagaverse rising in him and around him. It was thrilling.

"Let the games begin."

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Well, guess it's time to bust out the action scenes.
I hope this ride turns out alright!
Some Sailor Scout action is on its way in the next chapter.