It had been several years since he'd first stepped onto the sands of this village. Now grown from a street rat into a fully realized mercenary, Shiromaru was about to begin the his journey anew. The fist step required him to leave the village he'd called home for the past few years. But like he did in his much younger years, he would move on. Nothing was forever and just like the constantly shifting sand in the wind of this village, it was time for a change.
As a mercenary he'd gotten a whiff of something interesting in the polar opposite of this country. The once forgotten and frozen Water Country was rumbling.
Perhaps it was time to see if everything there was truly frozen or if there was still some life in that old forgotten village. Making his way out of the village, like the juggernaut that he'd become, stopped or not, his direction would not be impeded.
[Force Exit]
S Rank
Run Time: 1 hour (Site wide thing?)
As a mercenary he'd gotten a whiff of something interesting in the polar opposite of this country. The once forgotten and frozen Water Country was rumbling.
Perhaps it was time to see if everything there was truly frozen or if there was still some life in that old forgotten village. Making his way out of the village, like the juggernaut that he'd become, stopped or not, his direction would not be impeded.
[Force Exit]
S Rank
Run Time: 1 hour (Site wide thing?)