(Ooc: Requesting Kuro or any of Kuro's npcs.)
Shoma had much to do, much to reflect upon as he retrieved the fallen men from the street. Despite his skill in the art of killing and the knowledge that he would need to do so, prying life from another wasn't easy on the soul. No matter the affliction on the society they caused, they still had a history, a story. As the swordsman pulls a wheel-barrel, he can't help be to look back at his work upon the five bandits. 'Their eyes remind me of the future they would not have, that children that would not be conceived, the laughs they would share among others. Yet, they had forced the hand of the swordsman, taking what was not their's, forcefully deflowering women, killing the defenseless, and threatening to do much of the same to his master. These men could have made better choices, could have corrected their ways and at the very least TRY for a life closer to decency, closer to honor. If only they had shown a willingness or even the want to... '<i></i>
The man stops his thought-train, for such things did not manner. A wheel-barrel with dead men, the identities of the men he had fallen, this is Shoma's punishment. He sets the tool down and steps away from the dead, setting him onto his knees. He then prays and bows in each Cardinal direct, in hopes that some god hears his prayer all the souls involved in the conflict that day. He only bares the pants and shoes of a peasant at this time, and in these rags he awaits someone to receive the bandits.
[Marked for training]
Shoma had much to do, much to reflect upon as he retrieved the fallen men from the street. Despite his skill in the art of killing and the knowledge that he would need to do so, prying life from another wasn't easy on the soul. No matter the affliction on the society they caused, they still had a history, a story. As the swordsman pulls a wheel-barrel, he can't help be to look back at his work upon the five bandits. 'Their eyes remind me of the future they would not have, that children that would not be conceived, the laughs they would share among others. Yet, they had forced the hand of the swordsman, taking what was not their's, forcefully deflowering women, killing the defenseless, and threatening to do much of the same to his master. These men could have made better choices, could have corrected their ways and at the very least TRY for a life closer to decency, closer to honor. If only they had shown a willingness or even the want to... '<i></i>
The man stops his thought-train, for such things did not manner. A wheel-barrel with dead men, the identities of the men he had fallen, this is Shoma's punishment. He sets the tool down and steps away from the dead, setting him onto his knees. He then prays and bows in each Cardinal direct, in hopes that some god hears his prayer all the souls involved in the conflict that day. He only bares the pants and shoes of a peasant at this time, and in these rags he awaits someone to receive the bandits.
[Marked for training]