Yasuri found the small, somewhat more open area to be a satisfying point to halt before finally entering the city. His own food had ran out around some time ago and he'd been forced to rely entirely on those odd pink fruits for food, but the taste of them had gotten old quick. Well, those and whatever animal was unlucky enough to choose him for prey, namely one mountain lion had provided him with a refreshing change of taste. But that had happened early in the trip and the meat had run out quick. Yasuri sat on a rock and looked up the mountain. Master Kenta had left for this same place two years ago. Yasuri had waited at the bottom, occasionally leaving for food, keeping up his training. His master had given him no details as to how long the trip would take, why he'd taken it. Whatever he was doing up here, it had surely taken too long. Besides, Yasuri had always been curious about the City Of Jade. Curiosity alone however, had never been a good enough reason to venture up the abrasive mountainside to explore a city of death. Six thousand more stairs were all that lay between him and the city. Nothing compared to how far he'd gone already and how long he'd waited.