Home Away from Home
Fall, Year 13
Dusk
With the fall's gust passing him by, blowing through his newly crafted yukata that Kikyo had gifted him, he sat on the ground with his legs crossed, just outside the entrance of Kikyo's home, which originally, stood as a shinto shrine. Peering out into the unknown, his eyes still nearly dilated from his torture by the hands of the bandits, he watched as the sun began to rest, signifying night would soon be upon him, as well as the dangers that lurked in the forest. Any sane individual would have retreated into the safety that the shrine converted home would have provided, but not him. Though the thoughts of taking his own life through seppuku no longer lurked in his mind, having came to terms with the choice he had made, but that didn't mean he would go out of his way to keep himself alive. Being a warrior who had dishonored his own name, his family and clan, he still wanted to die. There was no hiding that, but If he was going to die, than It would fall to death's own decision, not his. Until that day would come, he had decided he would find this "darkness" that supposedly lurked within his clan and destroy It. First however, with his mind still nearly shattered, he needed to salvage whatever he could from his warrior spirit. Without conviction and determination like he once wielded, there would no hope he would find what that ronin had spoken of. That's why he was out here wasn't he? To focus his mind in silence? To rid his fear of the unknown. He wasn't even sure If that was really the reason, but he had to try, If only a little bit. With some exhaling from his mouth, allowing the trapped air to escape from his lungs, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate as hard as he could, despite the howls of wolves he could hear in the distance. With his mind now covered in darkness, he tried to picture his greatest foe's within his mind, ready to assault him with their weapons drawn. The sight of their ghostly aspirations within his mind made him grit his teeth, not out of fear, but rage. As such, the more his eyes focused on their ghostly forms, the more his body began to shake. He soon found himself engulfed in rage. He wasn't sure how, but he was going to kill them, and slowly at that. He was going to claim vengeance in the same way they had done to him, even If It meant he become a monster amongst monsters....
Fall, Year 13
Dusk
With the fall's gust passing him by, blowing through his newly crafted yukata that Kikyo had gifted him, he sat on the ground with his legs crossed, just outside the entrance of Kikyo's home, which originally, stood as a shinto shrine. Peering out into the unknown, his eyes still nearly dilated from his torture by the hands of the bandits, he watched as the sun began to rest, signifying night would soon be upon him, as well as the dangers that lurked in the forest. Any sane individual would have retreated into the safety that the shrine converted home would have provided, but not him. Though the thoughts of taking his own life through seppuku no longer lurked in his mind, having came to terms with the choice he had made, but that didn't mean he would go out of his way to keep himself alive. Being a warrior who had dishonored his own name, his family and clan, he still wanted to die. There was no hiding that, but If he was going to die, than It would fall to death's own decision, not his. Until that day would come, he had decided he would find this "darkness" that supposedly lurked within his clan and destroy It. First however, with his mind still nearly shattered, he needed to salvage whatever he could from his warrior spirit. Without conviction and determination like he once wielded, there would no hope he would find what that ronin had spoken of. That's why he was out here wasn't he? To focus his mind in silence? To rid his fear of the unknown. He wasn't even sure If that was really the reason, but he had to try, If only a little bit. With some exhaling from his mouth, allowing the trapped air to escape from his lungs, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate as hard as he could, despite the howls of wolves he could hear in the distance. With his mind now covered in darkness, he tried to picture his greatest foe's within his mind, ready to assault him with their weapons drawn. The sight of their ghostly aspirations within his mind made him grit his teeth, not out of fear, but rage. As such, the more his eyes focused on their ghostly forms, the more his body began to shake. He soon found himself engulfed in rage. He wasn't sure how, but he was going to kill them, and slowly at that. He was going to claim vengeance in the same way they had done to him, even If It meant he become a monster amongst monsters....
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