Janus had narrowly escaped detection after stealing from another store this month. The food should hold me over for another week if I ration well, he thought. Ever since arriving in Seigishi, he had been living comfortably, albeit by the skin of his teeth. It only took getting his hands dirty every once in a while to this up. So long as he had his health, everything would work out. And that bored him.
After retiring to his retreat, he placed away his supplies and laid on his bed, his grin slowly fading. He wanted to try something crazy. Not life-threatening, but something to satiate his boredom. He propelled himself up with wind magic, grabbed his hoodie, and began tinkering with an old wooden cabinet.
Within minutes, he created a hexagonal wooden ritual circle, laced with fabric from the hoodie he ripped apart. With a splinter of wood, he pricked his finger and let a drop of blood free fall into the center of the circle before lighting the fabric aflame with a match. It had only occurred to Janus then that this was unlike anything he'd done before. But why stop mid-way? With mind at ease, the flame had finally reached full circle. He began chanting:
"Let silver and steel be the essence..."