In the depths of night, where no ordinary person would be out and about in the wilderness, a sound had been humming among the vast forests within the Land of Fire. The movement of leaves within the wind as a dark silhouette had raced across the forest with little disturbance in the surrounding environment. Despite the plethora of trees, roots, vines and flowers that could effortlessly intercept the man's path, he appeared to be a veteran to them all and fluidly avoided making contact with anything that would give away his position. The man's name was Mahōbin, an agent who worked for a rather irritating young man and had currently been assigned a duty of "evaluating the Land of Fire's resources." In other words, Izaya wanted a souvenir and it was Mahōbin's job to get it.