on the outskirts of resembool the plains of grass seemed to flow in an endless carpet of green swaying in a gentle breeze. a curl of smoke rose from a distance unknown, a worn dirt path seemed to lead there.

after a few minutes walk one would find himself at the source of the smoke. a house stood there, obviously changed to suit what it now was. a laboratory, a home and a blacksmith shop. the slamming of a hammer on steel could be heard within these walls as well as outside them.

a slightly heavy hammer rose, then fell. repeatedly mashing out a piece of metal. but what was it? a blade for a scythe it was, repaired for the local farmer. a lightly tanned arm accompanied the hammer, not very muscular but his appearance belied his true strength. a few alchemy circles could be found on the man if one so chose to look but they were hidden beneath a tee-shirt and finger-gloves. black hair radiated off of a blue-eyed face like the beams of a summer sun, while the mouth was ever contorted into a straight-face.

karasu akatsuki, aka: the raven blacksmith.