"Hey...". Zita called out abrasively. "What is wrong with the way the guild's base looks? I think it looks fabulous, and only blind people like you that is unable to comprehend the inherent beauty behind it".
Beauty?... The ass of a horse has more inherent beauty than the location he is in. That is what Sango thought.
The air smells bad and tastes funny as well. It is a waste of time and resources to go through the effort of camouflaging their main base because frankly, he can't think of one sane man that will willingly want to make a trip down to this place.
It is like living in the main street that is advanced in all aspects that includes a proper conducive living condition, and all of a sudden you are asked to move to the back street.
The name has already said it all. It is as if one is returned backwards, forced to recede to a miserable life.
