The young youth was strolling through on his wheelchair. He had adapted to the usage of wheels to get around. Although, his healing was going so well, he could actually use crutches. He assumed he should heed every word of the doctor’s advice and remained off his feet until he felt really comfortable walking again. He wanted a full recovery, so that he may awe his peers the next time around. As he strolled through the village, he caught sight of many familiar faces. Many of them rushed to Shouyu praising him for his survival and resolve as he just grinned awkwardly, not used to such attention.
His curiosity brought him back… to the scene of the crime. His thoughts ran back, vividly reminiscing that fateful day. He recalled just finishing some studies and a storm approaching. He wheeled up to the Pagoda entrance pausing, catching sight of the stairs he remembered walking down on before seeing Kiri. An odd Kiri, a much different Kiri… In fact, he hadn’t seen Kiri at all since then, he wondered if he too was okay. His head dropped. Though that fight only lasted minutes to what seemed like hours, no days of fighting in the moment. He sighed from the sheer pressure of recalling that day, he was sure thankful to make it out alive. But he didn’t even remember who saved him.
Shouyu looked up into the deep cloud Kumo sky, his head tilted so far back it met his chair’s headrest. He eased out another exhale, closing his pale hues, dozing off. The kid fell into a light slumber snoring lightly, right outside the pagoda in a wheelchair.
MFT [WC 277]
His curiosity brought him back… to the scene of the crime. His thoughts ran back, vividly reminiscing that fateful day. He recalled just finishing some studies and a storm approaching. He wheeled up to the Pagoda entrance pausing, catching sight of the stairs he remembered walking down on before seeing Kiri. An odd Kiri, a much different Kiri… In fact, he hadn’t seen Kiri at all since then, he wondered if he too was okay. His head dropped. Though that fight only lasted minutes to what seemed like hours, no days of fighting in the moment. He sighed from the sheer pressure of recalling that day, he was sure thankful to make it out alive. But he didn’t even remember who saved him.
Shouyu looked up into the deep cloud Kumo sky, his head tilted so far back it met his chair’s headrest. He eased out another exhale, closing his pale hues, dozing off. The kid fell into a light slumber snoring lightly, right outside the pagoda in a wheelchair.
MFT [WC 277]