Sasuke, though not having logged in for quite a while, had received a message on the one time that he decided to check. A note resided in it, and upon it read a request; more of an offer, than anything else. But the fact of the matter was that, though generous, the boy simply didn't have what Sasuke needed. No matter, the 'trade' would just have to go one way, as Sasuke was no longer using the item in question.

The ninja, flowing red cape and all, dropped a rather large and sharp package (wrapped in cloth) into a bin and wrote a note that stated the name of the player to pick it up. Of course, not having read the message over another time before writing the name, Sasuke spelled it incorrectly, but hopefully the player would get the point.

"To: Tissue"

He tagged it onto the cloth that wrapped around the older Rare weapon, Batonryuu, and left in a rush. He had things to do outside of THE WORLD, and needed to make sure he was doing them. Procrastination was not a good place to be, so Sasuke headed off and logged out almost immediately after dropping off the package for Teishu, a new blademaster.

-Sasuke of the Blue Sky-

Teishu was feeling especially greedy today.

He was literally bouncing off the walls of Mac Anu. Most people thought that he had drunk too much coffee that morning, but for him, he was always like this when he was excited and couldn't wait to see the outcome of something, whether it be a game, wanting to see a movie, or waiting to see what came out of the treasure box (though usually, most treasure chests contained things that he really didn't need all that much, but took anyways because he thought that it might just...eat him up if he didn't).

The boy pranced into the Trade Center after walking around for five minutes in wonder. What was he wondering about, you ask? He was wondering about whether the man that he had sent a message to would send something back or just ignore it. He seemed like a busy guy, but... The boy stopped as he read the words 'To: Tissue' on a scrap of paper, along with a blade, the Batonryuu. His heart skipped fifteen beats as he picked the blade up and examined it. People often spelled the name wrong, but...wow, he had...responded.

It looked a bit battered from use, but other than that, it looked as good as new. He'd just have to train a bit before he could use it. It was quite a sword after all, seeing as it almost glowed...or something close.

With a turn, he skipped out of the room, his body tingly as he set off to hopefully get high enough to use the blade. His mood was a bit more hyper, but still...he didn't care. He had something that he had wanted. That was all that mattered.