Post by Chomei on Sept 5, 2023 16:03:34 GMT -5
Gazing over the rolling hills, filled with flowing wheat—A golden landscape of grain—Chomei felt a little peace inside of him, for once anyway. He wore his baseball cap, having recently dug it out of a storage house he'd had in the central city. It helped shade him against the overbearing sun, whose heat beat down relentlessly on what should've been an icy village. Summer hadn't entirely gone yet, it seemed, and the last embers of the dying season pushed the frigid air further north.
The village's harvest had come late, but it seemed that whatever gods were out there had taken pity, with this turn of the weather. A wicked sort of pity, since now all the farmers and their sons and daughters were forced to toil relentlessly, desperately, to try and harvest the full fields before autumn well and truly set it. Chomei had chosen to aid them in this, having still failed to recruit any permanent members to his fledgling dojo. That's not to say he didnt have any luck—A few familiar faces had shown up and trained with him for a time. But for now, the wind blew through a lonely dojo once again.
He was quick about it—He'd worked in supply and logistics before, so this sort of work was sort of reminiscent to him. His superhuman abilities probably helped him a little, but he tried actively not to outpace his fellows. He had nothing better to do anyway. He took the time to think on all the things that needed thinking. His role, of which he was increasingly certain, as the defender of this world. Many had told him that the responsibility was not his alone... but was that true? He was doubtful. He had a duty, he thought, and it was his job to make sure that he did not fail in that. No matter what.
But for now, those were just thoughts. How he would act on those thoughts, he'd have to wait and see... But for now, he just kept working. And thinking...
The village's harvest had come late, but it seemed that whatever gods were out there had taken pity, with this turn of the weather. A wicked sort of pity, since now all the farmers and their sons and daughters were forced to toil relentlessly, desperately, to try and harvest the full fields before autumn well and truly set it. Chomei had chosen to aid them in this, having still failed to recruit any permanent members to his fledgling dojo. That's not to say he didnt have any luck—A few familiar faces had shown up and trained with him for a time. But for now, the wind blew through a lonely dojo once again.
He was quick about it—He'd worked in supply and logistics before, so this sort of work was sort of reminiscent to him. His superhuman abilities probably helped him a little, but he tried actively not to outpace his fellows. He had nothing better to do anyway. He took the time to think on all the things that needed thinking. His role, of which he was increasingly certain, as the defender of this world. Many had told him that the responsibility was not his alone... but was that true? He was doubtful. He had a duty, he thought, and it was his job to make sure that he did not fail in that. No matter what.
But for now, those were just thoughts. How he would act on those thoughts, he'd have to wait and see... But for now, he just kept working. And thinking...
CURRENT PL: 53,000 (Base | ANTISENSE Active)
KP: 6/6 (---)
MP: 0/6 (---)
Damage: 0/250 (---)
Notes: Peace...
WC: 344
Abilites: [Crane School (1/1) | Impossible Recovery (1/1)]
KP: 6/6 (---)
MP: 0/6 (---)
Damage: 0/250 (---)
Notes: Peace...
WC: 344
Abilites: [Crane School (1/1) | Impossible Recovery (1/1)]