[center][b]Name:[/b] Yang [b]Race:[/b] Earthling/Human [b]Ki Color:[/b] White [b]Power Level:[/b] 1,365 [b]Location:[/b] Starts: North Capital; Ends: Feng's Home, just within Yahho Forest [b]Tag:[/b] [@CaptainSully], [@King Cosmos] Open[/center] It wouldn't have mattered what Eirika said, Yang became lost in his own thoughts as discussions happened around him. At some point, he was certain he held hands on his shoulder on two separate occasions. Kind words offered to him and to the late Master, as well as an offer to take Yang up on his invitation to seek out the Temple. So he would have sparring partners after all. That would take some getting used to, admittedly. Yang's life was spent mostly in solitary training, either alone or under his Master. The idea of training alongside others had never really come up, but perhaps having partners would make for more effective training? "Thank you." the words escaped his lips in a hushed tone, not at all like the shouts and angry or serious tones he had displayed up until now. Everything was still sinking, still being processed in his head. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder where exactly this temple was located. Master said it was far to the North, but unfortunately that was vague at best. There was one possible place to fit the description, Yang wasn't completely certain. Even so, maybe it would make a good starting point. As the others began to leave or make their plans, Yang spoke again, to the two who had accepted his invitation, "If you don't mind, I need to take Master's body to his home. He'd want to be buried there, I'm sure. Do what you need to do, make your preparations, then come and find me at Yunzabit Heights." he said to Korvus and Ryuhei, "That has to be where the temple is, I'm sure of it. I've heard the cold and winds at Yunzabit Heights can be unforgiving, so I'd suggest bringing warm clothes just in case." now he was kneeling down as he spoke and carefully picking up Feng's body in his arms before slowly lifting into the air, "I'll see you there!" he said with a nod before letting himself fly away to the west. [hr] Yang flew to west, beyond Ginger Town and kept going until a large forest came into view on the horizon. This was Yahho Forest, a mostly uninhabited forest wilderness. Within awaited the home of Feng. A modest house that seemed to be a Capsule home that had cabin-like extensions connected to it. Just beyond the house, there was a grove containing a lone grave. Yang landed here with Feng's body, gently placing it on the ground before setting to work preparing a new grave next to the one already here. The tombstone for the grave read the name "Lian". Yang didn't know much about Lian, Master always seeming to clam up whenever asked and having no desire to talk about it. Yang did learn over time that Lian was the Master's daughter, and apparently died some years before he found and took in Yang. Beyond that, Yang knew nothing else about Lian. Still, it seemed the right thing to do to make sure Master was buried near his family, and home. And so that was what Yang did, he buried Feng next to Lian's grave and then went to work sculpting a new gravestone to mark it using the tools at Feng's home. When he was finished, he stood and stared at the new grave, remaining silent for what felt like an eternal moment. Then, he held up his right hand before making a deep bow before the grave, "Rest in peace, Master. I hope you've reunited with Lian... and I [i]will[/i] get stronger. I'll make sure your sacrifice wasn't in vain, and that none will ever have to make such an ultimate choice again. I promise you." after this he turned away and returned to the home nearby. Yang's clothes had been damaged in the battle against Dyce. So the first thing he did was change into a fresh martial arts Gi. He took one from what used to be his own room, some of his Gi's had been left in the closet in the event he ever returned to train again. He picked out a blue Gi identical to his first one, but also took the liberty of putting on a white long sleeved shirt underneath it. If what he heard about Yunzabit Heights was true, then Yang would need to heed his own advice and dress more warmly. He packed together a few extra Gi's and changes of clothes, and enough food that he could ration it over the course of a month or two. Finally, he went to Master's closet and borrowed one of his old spare cloaks. Hopefully it and the long sleeves would be enough to keep him warm without compromising too much of his ability to move in a fight. Finally, he picked up the small book Master had given him before dying and read the first page. [indent][i]Yang,[/i][/indent] [i]If you're reading this, then I am likely dead. All these years, I've known so much about you but hardly revealed anything to you about myself. The purpose of these journal entries is to change that. I've been writing in these pages on and off for many years, and while I can say with certainty that everything I've told you is true, these pages contain the full story of what [b]really[/b] happend. And once you learn everything, perhaps you'll understand a bit more about myself, about Lian... and even [b]yourself[/b] as well. [right]~Feng.[/right][/i] Yang then packed the book with his supplies and left the house. Outside, he floated upward and turned to face the North, where Yunzabit Heights awaited beyond the horizon. With a final look at Feng's - and his - old home, Yang steeled himself for whatever awaited him and started flying straight and forward.