Continued from Spilling Tea: A Steep Price to Pay
One snow-white petal drifted down from a dogwood tree and tickled the nose of a sleeping human boy who laid curled up beneath it’s scattered shade. Kaji Okada was about the age of seventeen and awoke with a sneeze, whether it was from that tickling flower or the chill of the cool timberlands surrounding him. His emerald-hued eyes opened wide to stare far into the haze, judging the time of day after his little nap. The overcast of a hazy afternoon painted the setting gray, shrouding the mysteries and wonders of the wild woodlands. Kaji was dressed in typical traveling garb— muted earth-toned leathers, a red fur cloak that resembled a river on fire as it ran over his shoulders and down to the small of his back. It was the practical clothing of a wanderer building his reputation as an adventurer on the outskirts of the Earth Countries Redlands; yet, still unremarkable attire in comparison to the saber Eelspine, which always looked immaculate as it hung from his hip. Hands stained with dirt and grime beneath the nails swept through his dusty raven hair, releasing dander and debris from his travels. But then the lad froze as he heard the sound of shouting through the fog, which turned out to be the howling a dog. Or a wolf to be exact, and the sound sent shivers down his back. It was like a memory from his past, and before long— he found his legs sprinting, carrying him along. He was running from The Disciple’s call; that of the wild pack which owned his past days when he had no taste for right or wrong. A time when his skin had turned to fur and the cries of a child lost to the streets of Maruishi became a howl in the night. It was with them that he belonged, yet now he ran with reckless abandon, blazing a trail like fuel on fire.
A few choppy waves rocked that schooner, Her Lucky Bones, waking Kaji from that reoccurring dream. He was once again a man about twenty years past those fateful days of his youth, and his memories of the day beneath the dogwood tree. The cold wind of the lightning coast berated the small vessel as Kaji and his comrades were voyaging to the Tea Country. He was laying on a bench, on his back, using his backpack as a pillow. Despite being a world away from his past and those days running with the Disciples of his old master in Iwagakure, Kaji always wandered back to those memories. Even now, he was on the way to participate as a champion for the Hidden Cloud in a tournament of fighters from around the world. It was in the name of his own freedom from that past, for himself and his family. Could he achieve it?
- Kaji has entered and left the thread.
- Followed by: Her Lucky Bones
- Having a wierd time getting back into writing, just stretching the limbs.
One snow-white petal drifted down from a dogwood tree and tickled the nose of a sleeping human boy who laid curled up beneath it’s scattered shade. Kaji Okada was about the age of seventeen and awoke with a sneeze, whether it was from that tickling flower or the chill of the cool timberlands surrounding him. His emerald-hued eyes opened wide to stare far into the haze, judging the time of day after his little nap. The overcast of a hazy afternoon painted the setting gray, shrouding the mysteries and wonders of the wild woodlands. Kaji was dressed in typical traveling garb— muted earth-toned leathers, a red fur cloak that resembled a river on fire as it ran over his shoulders and down to the small of his back. It was the practical clothing of a wanderer building his reputation as an adventurer on the outskirts of the Earth Countries Redlands; yet, still unremarkable attire in comparison to the saber Eelspine, which always looked immaculate as it hung from his hip. Hands stained with dirt and grime beneath the nails swept through his dusty raven hair, releasing dander and debris from his travels. But then the lad froze as he heard the sound of shouting through the fog, which turned out to be the howling a dog. Or a wolf to be exact, and the sound sent shivers down his back. It was like a memory from his past, and before long— he found his legs sprinting, carrying him along. He was running from The Disciple’s call; that of the wild pack which owned his past days when he had no taste for right or wrong. A time when his skin had turned to fur and the cries of a child lost to the streets of Maruishi became a howl in the night. It was with them that he belonged, yet now he ran with reckless abandon, blazing a trail like fuel on fire.
A few choppy waves rocked that schooner, Her Lucky Bones, waking Kaji from that reoccurring dream. He was once again a man about twenty years past those fateful days of his youth, and his memories of the day beneath the dogwood tree. The cold wind of the lightning coast berated the small vessel as Kaji and his comrades were voyaging to the Tea Country. He was laying on a bench, on his back, using his backpack as a pillow. Despite being a world away from his past and those days running with the Disciples of his old master in Iwagakure, Kaji always wandered back to those memories. Even now, he was on the way to participate as a champion for the Hidden Cloud in a tournament of fighters from around the world. It was in the name of his own freedom from that past, for himself and his family. Could he achieve it?
- Kaji has entered and left the thread.
- Followed by: Her Lucky Bones
- Having a wierd time getting back into writing, just stretching the limbs.