Saitou is feeling distinctly disappointed at the sight of the not-Japanese gates leading up to the very not-Japanese town. How frustrating. He had expected to find himself in some small town where he can treat himself to some good Soba after taking care of Shishio, but now he finds himself at a ravaged area instead. Joy.

Lighting his cigarette, Saitou waves the match off before placing his hand in his pocket and walking through the gate. At least he still has his cigarette and matches, if nothing else. He can hear screaming coming from everywhere, but the sound has stopped making him twitch since quite some time ago. It seems like a massacre is on. He wonders which side he should take in this, or if he should just be an amused spectator.

From the corner of his eye, he notices a person all in black giving orders to the strange creatures running here and there causing the chaos. Perhaps she is the leader. Walking calmly towards her, he turns away to exhale the smoke, catching a snippet of what she said to the white creatures, ...the children, I’ll take care of them myself. Oh, and let me know if you find anybody stupid enough to actually resist you.

"Children are hardly amusing to kill," he comments, "although stupid people with enough spirit to resist are often quite interesting."