Manzo crawled under the hidden entry way. He had purposely made it low and concealed to hide it from humans and other predators. This was his friend's sanctuary after all, and they didn’t mind the low entrance for the few times they needed to come and go.
Once inside Manzo looked around and saw that the village had grown, there were slugs of all sizes throughout the little village, many more than the last time he had been here.
Some of the older slugs saw him and were overjoyed while some of the younger ones cowered in fear, never having seen Manzo before.
He spent much of the day playing with the younger slugs and catching up with the older ones. He was still the only human that was welcome here, after all he did help build it. So they did not have much news from the outside world.
Sluggy had kept them abreast of their travels but they still wanted to hear the human side so he ended up staying well into the nite telling tales of their travels all over the world.
After most of the slugs had drifted off to sleep Manzo got up and stretched. Sitting for so long telling tales was not the most pleasant on his back, but it was still something he liked to do for his friends.
He walked to the center of the village where a fairly large tree grew. He placed his hand upon it like he was greeting an old friend.
This was a tree that he planted when the slug village was first founded. He had infused it with his own natural chakra upon learning how to from the slugs themselves. He had intended that this tree be a protector and a food source and so far it had served well.
”You have done well old friend“ he said to the tree in almost a whisper. ”I do have a request from you though. “ His intent was laid bare though his connection to the tree.
As he stood there motionless, as if he was drawing on his connection to natural energy and going into sage mode, but that was not what he was doing. This was simply a skill he had learned because of his sage mode, the ability to become a statue and let time pass around him.
He did not know how long he stood there, but the moon was high in the sky as movement started. Slowly an object was being pushed from the roots. He could sense it even before he saw it, for this was truly a part of him. Eventually it was free of the roots and he saw the shape it took, it was a sword, made of wood though, those that did not know this would never guess by looking at it. Along the blade were carvings that matched the designs that appeared on him when he went into sage mode.
He picked it up and inspected it. ”A weapon as great as you needs a name“ he pondered for a moment then simply said ”Nàdarrach“
He did not know where the name came from but he knew that it was its name even before it crossed his lips.
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Once inside Manzo looked around and saw that the village had grown, there were slugs of all sizes throughout the little village, many more than the last time he had been here.
Some of the older slugs saw him and were overjoyed while some of the younger ones cowered in fear, never having seen Manzo before.
He spent much of the day playing with the younger slugs and catching up with the older ones. He was still the only human that was welcome here, after all he did help build it. So they did not have much news from the outside world.
Sluggy had kept them abreast of their travels but they still wanted to hear the human side so he ended up staying well into the nite telling tales of their travels all over the world.
After most of the slugs had drifted off to sleep Manzo got up and stretched. Sitting for so long telling tales was not the most pleasant on his back, but it was still something he liked to do for his friends.
He walked to the center of the village where a fairly large tree grew. He placed his hand upon it like he was greeting an old friend.
This was a tree that he planted when the slug village was first founded. He had infused it with his own natural chakra upon learning how to from the slugs themselves. He had intended that this tree be a protector and a food source and so far it had served well.
”You have done well old friend“ he said to the tree in almost a whisper. ”I do have a request from you though. “ His intent was laid bare though his connection to the tree.
As he stood there motionless, as if he was drawing on his connection to natural energy and going into sage mode, but that was not what he was doing. This was simply a skill he had learned because of his sage mode, the ability to become a statue and let time pass around him.
He did not know how long he stood there, but the moon was high in the sky as movement started. Slowly an object was being pushed from the roots. He could sense it even before he saw it, for this was truly a part of him. Eventually it was free of the roots and he saw the shape it took, it was a sword, made of wood though, those that did not know this would never guess by looking at it. Along the blade were carvings that matched the designs that appeared on him when he went into sage mode.
He picked it up and inspected it. ”A weapon as great as you needs a name“ he pondered for a moment then simply said ”Nàdarrach“
He did not know where the name came from but he knew that it was its name even before it crossed his lips.
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