Silly Edges [travel]
Nov 16, 2011 7:59:30 GMT -8
Post by Hermit on Nov 16, 2011 7:59:30 GMT -8
In a world where shinobi were incessantly raised into a martial law, trained to fight or kill, there would be no peace. No true rest from chaos so long as conflict was nurtured by the strong to prevent it - The samurai. The idea of absurdity could only be stopped by routing all leaders, all factions, destroying the idea that peace could be sustained through treaty and division. Jubei had a dream, a vision for a unified world where division did not exist. The peoples would be united under a supreme order or power uncontested.
Even as he silently ruminated upon his ideals and sifted through his assembly line of memory files, the world around him continued to unfold, taking course just as it should. The sun submitted itself, hiding beneath tarrying clouds that seemed forever static, but a lack of sunlight was to be expected within the country known for pervasive oak tree's that raised to at least 40 meters in height.
Quick, long, and heavy strides lavished the moist settlement of Hi no Kuni as a long yonder trekked mightly through its expansive land. Devoid of his iron clad armour, his bare flesh had been exposed to the world once more with a wavering pony-tail and a blue shihakusho and ebony hakama, truly a perfect blend of colour - for a samurai at least. His only companion rested at his side with its edge trapped within its dark prison, aching to be released so its insatiable appetite to taste the blood of another could be satisfied once again. Though his path seemed aimless, he knew full well where he was going, why wouldn't he, hailing from the 'authoritative' branch of warriors, he needed to know his way around without doubt or question. With that he continued onward, to the great desert.
[To Kaze No kuni]
