
"Who am I... What did I become...", he'd chant to himself as he fought against shadows of himself. Practicing with his blunt style of fighting physically. He had detached himself from the norm. He was not a Shaman like his forefathers. He was not a hand to hand combatant like them either. He had broken the cycle... but there was one more thing he had to break. Himself. He had to stop feeling bad for himself. For everything he did. For every mistake. Misstep. Every thing he did that made him look like he was a kid 'needing someone to hold his hand' with this life. Always looking for the approval of others over himself and his own ideals. "What did I become?", nodding he'd shift himself before blasting the clone of himself and hitting it to a point where it dispersed.
"No more. I've been nothing... Nothing but a child.", shaking his head he'd sigh and take in a breath before bringing out his portable hookah and taking in a smooth drag, the smell of strawberries and Vanilla filled the air... but his lungs would be cleansed... enriched with distilled euphorium and a pain killer made from ginger root and ground together with calipso oil. It burned slower and was alot better for him... oh well though. Looking over the edge as the sun would fall over the water casting the reflection that was go damn beautiful you would be a fool not to just gaze into its loving view. . .