A Life Less Frightening pt.2 [Finished]
Apr 18, 2011 19:45:34 GMT -8
Post by Tyro on Apr 18, 2011 19:45:34 GMT -8
He had been walking for some time now. No destination in question, but traveling. These days it was vital to continue moving, especially after the war. At least it was to him. It was very possible that he could simply stay put in a cottage somewhere, and life without worry, but his paranoia led him to keep moving. He had long since left the gate of Mizukagure, after being denied access. The bridge connecting the Land of Water and Fire was long since behind him, and the new scenery of lush trees and fields were the new terrain.
The area didnt seem desolate, but there was little population save for the notable home he was walking some meters by. He approached from the side, moving parallel to it. It was only notable for the single body that was moving towards it. That made it the busiest hub in the area, meant some form of communication.
This wasn't for Akio though. It was none of his business, and he did not see reason to intervene, they needed not his services nor did he have an inquiry. So he continued away from the house, moving along his path, feet making small indents on the ground that gave little sound or remains of his presence. It only continued in this way for a small time however before he heard the shout. Instantly, he pivoted, close to 360 degrees to face the home where the sound came from.
"You'll die! Those who dishonor the Samurai DO NOT SURVIVE!"
Was what he heard as he drew his blade and rushed to the noise. The steel was held out vertically as he made his entrance into the home. Trained eyes scanned the immediate area. Akio found several things. A body, fallen, with no noted signs of blood, another on its knees, with katana bloodied, and one headless. He supposed they had disrespected the Samurai in question, and indeed they did not live. He pitied them greatly.
"Samurai?" he questioned, then, remembering the respectfulness towards his fellow clansmen, "Brother?" He slowly sheathed the katana, should the figure not show an aggressive nature. He couldn't help but put together the pieces that his clansmen had slain at least one of the people here.
"Explain yourself if you would...." he asked. In these times, the words of his own kin were the only ones he was likely to trust. Although the act still did not sit right with him.
The area didnt seem desolate, but there was little population save for the notable home he was walking some meters by. He approached from the side, moving parallel to it. It was only notable for the single body that was moving towards it. That made it the busiest hub in the area, meant some form of communication.
This wasn't for Akio though. It was none of his business, and he did not see reason to intervene, they needed not his services nor did he have an inquiry. So he continued away from the house, moving along his path, feet making small indents on the ground that gave little sound or remains of his presence. It only continued in this way for a small time however before he heard the shout. Instantly, he pivoted, close to 360 degrees to face the home where the sound came from.
"You'll die! Those who dishonor the Samurai DO NOT SURVIVE!"
Was what he heard as he drew his blade and rushed to the noise. The steel was held out vertically as he made his entrance into the home. Trained eyes scanned the immediate area. Akio found several things. A body, fallen, with no noted signs of blood, another on its knees, with katana bloodied, and one headless. He supposed they had disrespected the Samurai in question, and indeed they did not live. He pitied them greatly.
"Samurai?" he questioned, then, remembering the respectfulness towards his fellow clansmen, "Brother?" He slowly sheathed the katana, should the figure not show an aggressive nature. He couldn't help but put together the pieces that his clansmen had slain at least one of the people here.
"Explain yourself if you would...." he asked. In these times, the words of his own kin were the only ones he was likely to trust. Although the act still did not sit right with him.