Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-26021384-20171014210734

While Shien went to get some of his takoyaki, Inari fine tuned the guitar she would be using with her song, Shinra had more visitors. Ozai Senju, Akui Hatake, and even an old face he had longed to see in his village, Myoo Fuma.

While SUp Pung tended to him, the eyeless kage's attention was immediately alerted to the entrance of the senju and the hatake, having dispersed sand throughout his little tent like hanging molecules. The moment someone touched some, he could tell where they were as he had been so in tuned with his chakra and the sand that they were like an extension of his body that he didn't have physically.

He wasn't sure what Akui was trying to look at or get a sense of, this was Shinra's own private tent, and one where he was being personally treated. Despite the mild depression and working to get over it by practicing on honing his mind, Shinra's stinging tongue was still something he had, "You have some business with my person? If you do not I suggest you go find some entertainment elsewhere boy." He verbally dismissed the Hatake while giving a solemn nod to the Senju, turning back to his conversation with Sup Pung, that was until Myoo came in.

"Myoo, it's pleasent to see you as well. And don't feel bad, I know te joke all too well. DO you have time to sit down and chat?" He wasn't exactly phased by the comment of what Myoo said but lowered his head toward the ground, "I do miss Ayuna and Ayame. Were that it only possible to shed tears still. Some days I feel as though I should have joined them. But I have a vendetta and was given a second chance to enact it. I will not stop my road to recovery until I crush those two inhuman traitors beneath my heel." He was using a lot of terminology in reference to body parts he no longer had, but he was clearly bitter, more so than Shien was about Marek and Pandora destroying their world. They took so much away from him, so much that he was falling back on the lessons his own father, Shingen, had given him as a child. The thoughts just made that ever present scar over his eye twinge with pain.