Zenichi's hands were bandaged tight. His fingers were squeezed together and limited his ability to close them. They were black and swollen at each knuckle. He wondered how much time it would take until he could get back to training. He felt that his lack of a proper training dojo for the past few months played a part in his fight with Kuro. He knew he could have never beat Kuro in an all out brawl. But he wished that the guy would have looked more damaged than he did in the end. Zenichi wondered how morbid he was becoming when he wished for blood and gore.
He made his way to the gates and kept pondering such odd thoughts.
He made his way to the gates and kept pondering such odd thoughts.