The Wild Hunt...
Part II
Spring, Year 14
Late Afternoon
Part II
Spring, Year 14
Late Afternoon
Forcing himself forward despite the overwhelming thoughts that flooded his mind to otherwise turn back, the young exiled samurai found himself groaning. Between the never ending snow and the bone chilling temperature, a part of him wanted to give up, resign and return to his exile but atlas, his warrior spirit wouldn't allow that, or rather, simply put, he couldn't. There was no where for him to go, and like hell, would he allow himself to rot within that old temple with a loli kitsune that wanted to sexually assault him on a daily basis for fun. That was not to be his fate, not If he could help it. After all, that wouldn't be a warrior befitting a warrior, and so, he press forward. Countless times would his conviction be challenged, especially when he found himself at the base of the canyon like walls, which he doubt had to scale. Standing there, with the mountain breeze passing him by, delivering it's routine bone chilling torture, his crimson eyes stared up at the steep, almost ninety degree canyon wall he would have to climb. In those moments, his body was filled with fear. It was one thing for a warrior like himself to potentially face off against a overwhelmingly powerful foe in battle and doing something.....like this. At least with the former, he could and world have a opportunity to strike and achieve a potential victory but this? Just one slip up would enough for his life to be taken......and people actively do this as a hobby? He shook his head slowly. "Those people must be crazy or something." He muttered to himself out loud. After taking a further moment to sigh at the thought, his eyes swiftly changed back to it's target. His fear now gone, using his drive and promise to see his fiancé once again, no matter the cost, he dug his leather boots into the side of the mountain cliff and began scaling what he feared most. He found the bravery and courage to a almost ninety degree wall but that didn't mean he was going to enjoy it, and there was no hell in way he was going to look down. He knew better than that. Rather than focus on the mundane matters that may very get himself killed, he kept himself calm, remembering his training with Izumai and Sunako. With a clear and calm mindset, with one foot & hand at time, he slowly began traversing his way up the steep incline. With only directions, up and in front, he surprisingly found it easy, minus the infinite winds that kept passing him by. He wasn't much one for having snow being blown into his face but he manage. Soon enough, after what had felt like hours, he could see the finish line in the distance. He wasn't exactly one for preying to Kami's, especially after being force bounded to one, but dammit, he was gonna wish that there be ground topside once he reached the top. Last thing his sanity needed was him reaching the top, only to find another incline to climb. That lone thought alone was almost enough to deter him from continuine.....than he remembered he still have to climb back down at some point. With a frown on his face, he groaned in a depressing matter. Yeeeaaaahhh....he didn't really want to do that until he had to, especially not for a second time either. Shaking his head feverously, aside from the growing pile of snow that fell off the top of his head, he found himself serious once more. Yeah no, there was no turning back. He wasn't giving up now. He was gonna face down that daiyoukai at the top or die trying...