Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191106093346/@comment-24937485-20191206013827

'''Zhiro had tasted some of the strange medicine applied to his shoulder and pulled a face when tasting how bitter it was. Yet the effectiveness was surprising as he felt the pain from his body alleviating faster than expected. And that with medicine coming from trees? It was clear that the monks possessed many skills aside from being fearsome warriors even though they couldn’t use Chakra. Which, when thinking back on the manner, Zhiro hadn’t used either. He wondered if there was something he could learn, something like Tarou. Zhiro thought back to when the young hero dealt with the goliath; destroying the brute from the inside out. Or something like Arata. Zhiro then thought back that sight of the insects filling Jin’s filthy mouth; showing how brutal those insects could be. ''I need to learn more. More techniques. Better ways to use my sword. I need to do better next time... I will do better! Too many lives were lost.... '

'''The events that had unfolded at the temple surely served to reaffirm Zhiro’s determination for changing the future with his own hands no matter how much he had to bleed. And he would never put anyone at risk by asking for their aid. But a part of him was grateful and relieved to have a sense of hope that people like Tarou and Shinzo would stand by his side when that day came.'''

'''When bestowed the title of the Crimson Fang by the Monks, Zhiro knelt and bowed his head. He spoke a quick prayer for Hanegaya and spoke some words in the man’s honor. Then he stepped aside and crossed his arms while watching Tarou with proud eyes, nodding in full agreeance with the title bestowed upon the wielder of Hanegaya’s spear. “The Child of Hope.”. Zhiro wouldn’t ever openly say it, being too much of a cocky cunt, but he felt that it was a perfect fit. Had Tarou not beaten that brute, they would both have died to the man’s hands. And Arata would have been left alone against all of those enemies, the brute, and Jin. A battle which Zhiro assumed Arata stood no chance in winning. Without Tarou, none of them would be here right now. Zhiro looked away from his peer, as his expression softened for a moment before he left the room.'''

'''Later that day, when the group came to depart, Zhiro shook a warriors handshake with Shinzo. “When I return, train me.”

A nod was exchanged without further words after which Zhiro’s hardened gaze set on the Elder Monk. He was still curious as to what was being hidden in the temple, but he wouldn’t dream of ever trying to find out more about it. After all, upsetting the gods wasn’t a good thing. Zhiro narrowed his eyelids at Tarou without saying anything, and then bowed to the Elder monk before heading off together with the others.'''

'''His left shoulder was wrapped up in bandage but there was no pain thanks to the medicine of the monks. As such the walk to shore was as comfortable as one could ask for. This place no longer gave him the creeps. If anything, it felt like a home away from home.'''

'''“Sayonara... Shinzo-sama… Hanegaya-sama….”. '''

Thank you....

'''By the time the group was met by Goru, Zhiro’s face immediately turned sour and agitated. “Not that guy again….” He commented all the while walking aboard without ANY manners. Not so much as a thank you. Showing that, for better or worse, he was still a rude brat. Luckily Zhiro's edgy grumpiness would surely be overwhelmed by the long awaited reunion of Goru and Tarou! To which Zhiro smiled behind his arms as he sat in the same shadowy corner of the boat that he occupied first time around.'''

'''Small but important changes in a soul Large and important changes for a people A unmeasurable change in the course of destiny for all aboard this ship Where would it lead them next?'''

Zhiro could only imagine.