Standing in the blankness of a open field near the borders of the Land of Earth, the man known as the Puppet King stood with his two subordinates standing right behind him. The wind's currents pushed the black cloak that all three wore to the side. The Puppet King — the man in the middle — stood stiff in the wind. Lifting his head slightly, the sound of colliding jewels rang through the air. It was enough evidence to assume that the man was disguised by the blessing of his brothe's appearance.