Entering the underground dock, Rasha immediately noticed the hundreds of people working around here. People were carrying goods, moving them from ship to a warehouse and from a warehouse to a ship, others were negotiating and the others were patrolling the area. This place was humongous, and heavily guarded. Then again, they were no more than the Ittikiri Clan, one of the lower-class clans with zero to a little combat capability. He could take them all on at once, but it was best to proceed discretely.

He snuck around the area, observing every single aspect of the place and memorizing it deep within his mind. The amount of guards, the amount of ships unaffiliated with the Ittikiri Clan apart from being business partners, et cetera. He was walking on a railing close enough that he could touch the tip of the underground dock with his hand. There were no guards on the upper level.

He jumped down to a level above the one he was, around ten meters down. Below him were guards, so he managed to take out two of them that were in a conversation as he landed on the level below the previous one he was standing on. Other guards noticed him, and they all drew their tanto. Rasha could proceed in combat without making any noise. That was a blessing, because if they had guns he would immediately be noticed.

Two guards approached him from the front while there was one on the left, one on the right and even one from behind coming his way. Rasha closed his eyes temporarily before dashing forward. Before the two guards could inflict any damage he managed to take the hilts of their tanto's before landing his feet in their faces respectively.

The one from the left and the one from the right had regrouped with the one from behind so there were now three coming from a single direction. No problem, he thought. He picked up the tanto's from the beaten guards. He had both his hands occupied with a small version of a katana as he approached the other three.