The flight was long, but Sekuro could tell that he was flying through Fire Country proper.
The architecture of the buildings and the vast farmlands were a sure fire giveaway. Traditional architecture was a favorite of his, as it reminded him of home.
Home...
A concept he'd not thought of for quite some time. As an automaton, Sekuro was a human fused with puppet prosthesis and thus, his true home could be either the lab he was created in, the home his human body grew up in, or the place he was when he booted up the first time.
Of the options, none held any particular significance to him. But as he flew through the Fire Country air with the aid of his Flight Armor, Sekuro was simultaneously sifting through log history and any input data regarding his human parts.
Flying while reading may not have been the best thing, but the skies were clear and no signs of any flaming Kages, so Sekuro assumed he was cleared to multi-task as he flew further into Fire Country.
[177 MFT]
[S Rank 1 Hour]
[Half Time Card Owned]
[Topic Left after Time Elapsed]
The architecture of the buildings and the vast farmlands were a sure fire giveaway. Traditional architecture was a favorite of his, as it reminded him of home.
Home...
A concept he'd not thought of for quite some time. As an automaton, Sekuro was a human fused with puppet prosthesis and thus, his true home could be either the lab he was created in, the home his human body grew up in, or the place he was when he booted up the first time.
Of the options, none held any particular significance to him. But as he flew through the Fire Country air with the aid of his Flight Armor, Sekuro was simultaneously sifting through log history and any input data regarding his human parts.
Flying while reading may not have been the best thing, but the skies were clear and no signs of any flaming Kages, so Sekuro assumed he was cleared to multi-task as he flew further into Fire Country.
[177 MFT]
[S Rank 1 Hour]
[Half Time Card Owned]
[Topic Left after Time Elapsed]