Board Thread:Konoha Arc/@comment-25687356-20160506032500/@comment-24714922-20160513061036

[listen and read]



Mugen had regained consciousness half way through the trip back to Konoha. At first he fought against the Dragon’s grip before the exhaustion hit him again “Fucking … Bastard” He passed out again, probably due to the high altitude. [Fast Forward to Konoha] Mugen woke again just as they were descending on Konoha, when the dragon released them he stumbled forward. One of the first things he heard was “Wheres Keldran” He stared at the owner of the voice for a while as he tried to understand the situation; the whole battle was a blur and there was missing hours. He remembered absolutely bodying someone with similar abilities, remembered the head butt that brought him to his senses. Then there was a blank period again, before he saw Keldran screaming over the body of a decapitated child, he remembered inspecting the katana before making them into a make shift head stone. More lost time. Then he remembered the crying, and the harsh yet true words, then pain and blackness again. Mugen’s complexion went pale and his amber eyes welled up. Mugen shook his head solemnly “I think he’s …” he didn’t finished the sentence, he looked over at O and just shook his head before wandering off, pushing past the crowd. He kept walking, he needed to be somewhere else, the air was so thick, his body hurt and he didn’t know what to think. He stopped half way to his own house and doubled over, hands on his knees as he began throwing up, he hadn’t eaten in so long all that came out was stomach acid, this went until he was basically dry retching, his throat burned and he could taste blood. He carried on, pushing into his house and closing the door before sliding down; he sniffled once before he began weeping. He didn’t scream or cry loudly he just curled into a ball; his body shaking violently as each sob wracked his body. “Why can’t I do anything!?” He slammed his fist into the ground wincing as he realised his muscles were at their limit “This isn’t fair … I can’t save anyone” he slammed his fist into the ground again “I HATE THIS” The crying would go on for a long time, the self-blaming became a common theme