[center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center]
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[center][h1]DDD Hot Springs - Miyama Town[/h1][/center]
[@manythings] [@phonic] [@seirei no hai] [@addamas]

He walked.

Ah, his leg stumbled.

[color=00aeef]“Are you sure we should let him in?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Ah, he’s a horse, what’s the worst he can do?”[/color]

[color=00aeef]“I think it’s a p-”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Aaah, let him in. He’s waddlin-...trottin here!”[/color]

His balance was completely off. This was not a matter of carrying himself properly, of showing the discipline attained by him. It wasn’t the matter of walking properly either. He was struggling to move, each bit of distance that he covered a bit of an ordeal as his world swam, as the recent events played through his mind like a broken tape.

He fought many people, he killed many people. He saw many murders, he saw many tears. Killing the people of Fuyuki to save the people of Fuyuki. To strike down the gangsters as though he were hunting beasts rather than fighting as a martial artist. Yet what chilled him the most was the face of that one man.

That man.

Yes, that man who he most definitely put an end to. Somehow he had survived? Somehow that man returned?

The flames that bathed the mountain. The blood that coated his fist. The laugh of a man broken. No, that man was regrettably broken a long time ago. A man broken different, distorted. The values of normal humans were not quite his. Or perhaps rather it was that he didn’t recognize them as applying to people?

Yes.

To that man, humans were not humans.

What walked the earth were like what their magecraft turned them into. Beasts who walked in a false light of knowledge.

He saw him in the streets. A smile on his face as he walked through the carnage.

In his fog, in the haze of the streets that woke him up. It was only for a moment, yet the world around him stopped. Shocked into a pause. He saw him. That presence was dark, resentful. It was like a microcosm of the feelings that had spread out in this riot.

Yes, he surely was hated by that man.

While there was no proof he knew deep down that his presence here was no accident. He had a hand in the happenings in the city in some way. Perhaps he had even started the events that began this tragedy?

He wouldn’t put it past him. He was always clever, always good with people. 

In a way he knew him the best of anyone. In a way he knew him the least. So different, and distant.

[h2]...Brother...[/h2]

Without paying the world around him much mind Tlilpojuan came to rest before he realized it. While the presence of another master was accepted in the gathering quite naturally. What no one would have realized was that he fell asleep, his mind wandering off tormented by dark memories and thoughts brought to life from his fatigue. All the while he was still standing. Still draped with that blackened shroud, and splatters of blood tainting his outfit. 

Well, he certainly looked at place with all the penguins around at least.