Deep within the Rauru Library, a midst the many shelves, a man sifted through many piles of books upon a table.

Nothing...

The samurai tossed the book aside, and immediately moved on to the next book. He leafed through the pages for any trace of information- anything at all that could be relevant to his situation.

Nothing.

He repeated the motion, tossing the book to the right, and picking up the next book on the stack.

Nothing!

Shiro suddenly appeared with another stack of books, and placed it next to Dogura.

"This is all that's left," he whispered to the man. "This is all there is that is remotely relevant."

Dogura quickly snatched up the books and began tearing through them quickly. After a couple of minutes, he tossed the last book aside, and angrily put his face in his hands. Shiro felt the man's anguish from where he was standing. "Dogura... Perhaps the boy is just truly special."

The samurai stood up, and briskly made for exit. Shiro sighed and reluctantly followed him out of the building. The samurai could hear an employee yelling at him about leaving the books all over the place, but ignored him entirely. He pushed through the doors, and walked outside. He strung together a couple of profanities as Shiro joined him. "Not that special, Dane. Only the Shadowclaw royals possess such an ability. It simply isn't possible that another race shares the same trait. There has to be an explanation!" Dogura paced in front of the store, his mind racing furiously.

"Perhaps..." Shiro began.

Dogura stopped and stared at him expectantly.

"Perhaps he's a Shadowclaw..." He finished.

Dogura remained focused on the man. "Impossible. It isn't enough to simply be a Shadowclaw, you've got to have royal blood. If I had a brother, or even a cousin from my uncle, he would be far older than Katsuro. Katsuro would have to be my-"

He stopped suddenly.

His face completely changed. He went pale, and shivers went down his spine. He felt his face go numb, and the world around him came to a halt.

"Dogura?" Shiro asked, but the samurai barely heard it.

The samurai stood motionless for several seconds before he uttered one word:

"Nomoura..."

Before he suddenly took off in the opposite direction.

"DOGURA!" Shiro called as he raced after the man as best he could. Dogura, already a couple a yards ahead, dove headfirst into the nearest shadow. Shiro slowed to a jog, and eventually stopped completely. "Jeez..." He stated as he scratched his head.

"What a guy."