*Buried behind layers of trees and walkways, laid a small meadow within the large park. Standing upon unusually charred meadow, Oda eyed the black soot that led away from the scene, taking note of the disturbed grass* .....
*Crouching amongst the charred grass, Oda eyed the long thread of white hair that could barely be noticed in the ground. Picking it up, Oda twirled it in between his fingers before turning his eyes towards the trail of soot stained grass, an almost eager look on his face* ...So she is here....
*Feeling some movement behind him, Oda snapped his finger and multiple match-lock rifles emerged, all pointed towards Fray as Oda stood up, eyes still locked onto the strand of white hair in his grasp* ...I don't appreciate being intruded... ..especially when it comes to some personal affairs...