The Jade Dragon Mountains was indeed a beautiful place, filled with life and marvels. It was interesting to say the least. Kou, such a foul Empire had such beautiful landscapes that rivaled the beauty of the Kina Kingdom. Speaking of which, there hasn’t been a day that passed ever since that fateful betrayal in which Shigure didn’t miss his home land. The cherry blossom in the wind, the sound of the river streams, running wild across his father’s fiefdom, the sound of the people working on the rice fields. Everything seemed like the picturesque illusion of a dream, and that made him smile. His smile had both admiration for the beautiful nature and longing for what was long lost. His dark violet eyes were like pools of loneliness, with a tiny, almost imperceptible spark of rage, a rage that was contained just enough so that it wouldn’t taint his still pure and hopeful soul.
”My father… He fought valiantly… And so did everybody else… I wonder… I wonder if my brothers are alive… Masumi-sama and Makoto-san… It has been over two years… Two years…” he thought to himself ceasing his steps to look at the mark of the shackles on his wrists. Shigure was just recovering his body weight since he left his prison cell. His wrists and ankles still carried the marks of the iron that imprisoned not only his body, but his soul. ”I know they are alive… But… Where would they be? Kou… As evil as this wicked Empire is, is still the closest culture to our own… But… Being also responsible for that betrayal, would they stay here? Doubtfully… Still… Where could I go… Other than Kou, I’m oblivious to this land… The main land… So much bigger than my beloved island…” he sighed in frustration, shaking his head as he walked towards a large boulder underneath a large pine tree.
The sun was already setting on the horizon, on the opposing side of where Kina was. The dusk always brought some sort of sorrow to him and, due to that, he decided to sit on the boulder and open his obento, a traditional lunch bag made of cloth, where he grabbed a mochi he made himself and rested it on the boulder by his side. Shigure clapped his hands together only once and spoke to himself. ”Itadakimasu¹!” and with that being said, he began eating the sweet rice ball. He may seem distracted by one watching him, but his dark violet eyes were always careful, and his left hand rested dangerously close to his sword Kanesada.
¹ Itadakimasu – expression used before meals.”My father… He fought valiantly… And so did everybody else… I wonder… I wonder if my brothers are alive… Masumi-sama and Makoto-san… It has been over two years… Two years…” he thought to himself ceasing his steps to look at the mark of the shackles on his wrists. Shigure was just recovering his body weight since he left his prison cell. His wrists and ankles still carried the marks of the iron that imprisoned not only his body, but his soul. ”I know they are alive… But… Where would they be? Kou… As evil as this wicked Empire is, is still the closest culture to our own… But… Being also responsible for that betrayal, would they stay here? Doubtfully… Still… Where could I go… Other than Kou, I’m oblivious to this land… The main land… So much bigger than my beloved island…” he sighed in frustration, shaking his head as he walked towards a large boulder underneath a large pine tree.
The sun was already setting on the horizon, on the opposing side of where Kina was. The dusk always brought some sort of sorrow to him and, due to that, he decided to sit on the boulder and open his obento, a traditional lunch bag made of cloth, where he grabbed a mochi he made himself and rested it on the boulder by his side. Shigure clapped his hands together only once and spoke to himself. ”Itadakimasu¹!” and with that being said, he began eating the sweet rice ball. He may seem distracted by one watching him, but his dark violet eyes were always careful, and his left hand rested dangerously close to his sword Kanesada.
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