For some reason, Koujo felt the urge to continue on and explain more of his backstory..
Well..I have had many..regrets that.......nevermind we are almost here anyway"
Koujo decided to keep to himself. The memory of his lost brother came to mind when he was about to tell Ikazuchi about his past. They entered the lifeless building that was obviously not a meeting place for the Kumo police. It looked more abandoned and secretive. As they entered the wooden building they then entered another room leading to a basement. Every creak and sound revealing it's old age could be heard with each step as they made their way down the basement. Down at their final destination Mainasha sat awaiting the two. Koujo nodded his head in gesture that the investigation was not going too well.
"Damn...the 4th murder and nothing that gives us a clue as to who did it. I can't believe it...If this place was better run, with more shinobi, we would be able to track things like this better.."
She then looked over at Ikazuchi with stern eyes.
"Go ahead and sit Ikazuchi, we need to talk...."
Mainasha gave Ikazuchi time to sit and situate himself before speaking again. She shuffled some small paperwork and placed to the side.
"Excuse the place, and uhh, no, this is not our official headquarters, if you were thinking that...it's more of a....secret room for our "kind"...shinobi...As you can tell, me and Koujo are shinobi as well. The government now run by the samurai influence allowed this one group to exist recognizing our talents in infiltration, investigations and the like. Of course, we all well know it is only so they can contain some of the shinobi in one place and keep an eye on us, but still it presents us a unique opportunity. laughingly enough, the samurai have their own "police force" which is a overseer of our work, or rather a group to police the shinobi police...anyway Ikazuchi, I don't know what you have been through and how much trouble you might be, but I assure you we wont tell samurai of your whereabouts, which is why I wanted to register you into the force. I didn't use your name though, I don't know if your name is known by the samurai or not, nor if they even know you by face. I know you probably don't trust us, and I don't blame you, but it would really help me out in protecting you if you could tell me your purpose here or at least just let me know if you are wanted at all."
Koujo, still standing stayed quiet as Mainasha spoke. The fact they had to go into an abandoned building to speak of shinobi affairs was preposterous. He wondered how this even came to be. How the samurai just took over the shinobi way of life. He glanced at Mainasha seeing her solemn expression.
"Times are getting hard now, friends are becoming enemies and the way of life we once knew is no more. I have seen neighbors turn in other neighbors who were associated with shinobi. We can't even see our own clans as they have left in seclusion. I am trying in my own way to keep the shinobi way of life in my heart. I can't fight back the samurai right now, but I can at least try to preserve what numbers we have...and protect them.."