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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ra Monde
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Ilan [@dreamingflowers], Bellona [@Potter], & Baraian [@Dezuel]
[color=black][b]BGM:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]

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[b][u]Wallet:[/u][/b] 14 Amas
[b][u]Bank:[/u][/b] 3,000

[b][u]Gear[/u][/b]
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[*] See 'Clothing'
[*] Wakizashi
[*] Two razor-sharp metal fans
[*] Throwing Knives
[*] Rope Darts
[*] Climbing Claws
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[b][u]Items[/u][/b]

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[*] Drystone (For sharpening weapons)
[*] Gourd of water
[*] Steel wire
[*] Caltrops
[*] Smoke Bombs
[*] Large Red Potions (x3)
[*] Medium Red Potions (x3)
[*] Magic Resistance Potions (x2) [Black]
[*] Antidote/Medicine (x1) [Green]
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[h2][center]Week Summary[/center][/h2]

Ever since his voluntary encounter with the Dark Elf, faun, and the human, Kuroi had calmly resided within Ra Monde, causing no trouble for anyone. His mornings were spent reading whatever he could get his hands on whereas his afternoons consisted of training by himself - kata, shadowing, and tending to his tools and weapons. His eyes came upon the faun and the human multiple times throughout the week (after all, it was hard not to encounter the same people in an encampment of no more than a few hundred) but decided not to approach either, especially after such a dramatic first meeting a few days ago. Normally, he would have taken time to talk to the people he had just met, but the tension that emanated from the human girl and the anxiety from the faun had him presume it would be better if he kept his distance for a while. Instead, he filled his evenings and all forms of socialization teaching the youth and old alike in the encampment, having started a small training group or so under the supervision of the guards. 

Halfway through the week, Kuroi had already assembled a group of four or five male youths and had them train with whatever weapons they had on them as well as their fists and feet. Evening after evening, Kuroi emphasized the need for pressure testing and trained his temporary students in engagement strategies, basic knife work, and how to handle oneself without a weapon on them. There were times when Kuroi considered inviting the faun to train with the group he had put together but left him to his own accords instead. As night fell (or at least, when Kuroi assumed it did), Kuroi would stalk the Dark Elf who had led him here from afar, examining his mannerisms and any subtle actions that would give away any sort of machinations he may have had in mind. Although he did not resort to eavesdropping or outright espionage, the vulpine kept a close look on the leader of the Golden Death throughout the week, not wanting to be caught by surprise in case any plans were put into action.

[h2][center]Present Time[/center][/h2]

After the week was over, Kuroi found himself gathering around the pavilion where Baraian spoke over to the residents of the encampment, filling them with rebellious and encouraging words. The vulpine did find merit in the Dark Elf's words but had already silently withdrawn himself from any planned bloodshed that would take place in the streets. He had a status and a prestigious family name to uphold, any sort of actions of a rebellious nature coming him would be silent and subtle. Like mostly everyone else, Kuroi despised the overlord Alkenroth, but he was not ready to throw away his life, honor, and his family so freely. Surely, there were many others (and most likely little to none within Ra Monde) who took a similar stance on such socio-political matters.

As soon as Baraian finished speaking, his eyes fell onto the human girl who stepped up onto the pavilion, watching her be crowned the leader of the Golden Death in front of its supporters. Although cheering and clapping may have suddenly surrounded him, Kuroi was unmoved by such matters. His steely glare did not soften as he merely looked forth at the Dark Elf and the young girl who had been forced into a position of leadership. 

[i]What are you planning, Baraian...?[/i] Kuroi thought to himself, his eyes not leaving either of his focuses.

With a hefty sigh, Kuroi turned around and walked past the men he had been training throughout the week, "Training is canceled. I require time for...reflection..." said the duelist, being the first to leave the crowd.

Were it not for his prestige in the world above, the vulpine's mannerisms could not be mistaken for someone who had no wish to taint their fame. To the more perceptive individuals, he already imagined that him taking his early leave from the speech gave off at least a slight aura of disagreement. Kuroi returned to the tent that had been assigned to him and sat down in front of it, closing his eyes as he began to ponder on the matter and everything that had just been announced.