The journey was long and tedious, but, the separation was necessary. Hifumi wasn't exactly a child. His mind—set, knowledge and overall capability proceeded that of a measly human being. However it wasn't as if he had exceeded that notion. Having been reborn again wasn't just like waking up. The life that had slipped from the vessel had returned anew. Nothing to recall but a name and a seemingly lifelong duty. His mind wandered within his travels, yet, the answer never did come. Truly— it was a useless endeavor.
Hunger had gotten to him again. The conscious swayed and a hand lingered over his torso. A great power was all that was needed in keeping him alive, still, he couldn't help but quench the nuisances of living. Thirst, hunger, and sleep. These were all necessities just to function normally. I cannot let Ahote—sama down. I must find a suitable purpose. I must grow stronger. striking shades narrowed in the mental encouragement. He tilted his crown towards the entrance, which was quite a remarkable change given his scarce familiarity with the rest of the world. Midi was all he had known.
What was paranoia for the horn protruding from his head, showed in the slight gesture. Fingers traced the formation before readjusting some, pale strands over the equally unusual eye. When he had gathered what felt as though it might be courage, he stepped into the building. The echo signifying the intensity of this structures immense size with every footfall. However there was not an ounce of company nearby. At least not presently in his unheard entrance.
Further down he continued. He moved like a shadow, unheard, unnoticed. For some strange reason his curiosity had peaked that of approval and he stopped before what appeared to be a throne. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it. If Hifumi considered Midi, he could imagine one built relatively the same. Still his mind wandered and he stood there silently, in a strange daze before the smell of something good wafted his way.
Ah... this is... the same hand touched the torso again. He moved instinctively towards the West Wing, following the delicious smell with a slight twinkle in his one visible eye. Sure enough, there was a kitchen, alongside it, a more than rambunctious mess hall. The company brought about hesitation and he stood there just as he had before the throne. Within a daze and pondering.
Hunger had gotten to him again. The conscious swayed and a hand lingered over his torso. A great power was all that was needed in keeping him alive, still, he couldn't help but quench the nuisances of living. Thirst, hunger, and sleep. These were all necessities just to function normally. I cannot let Ahote—sama down. I must find a suitable purpose. I must grow stronger. striking shades narrowed in the mental encouragement. He tilted his crown towards the entrance, which was quite a remarkable change given his scarce familiarity with the rest of the world. Midi was all he had known.
What was paranoia for the horn protruding from his head, showed in the slight gesture. Fingers traced the formation before readjusting some, pale strands over the equally unusual eye. When he had gathered what felt as though it might be courage, he stepped into the building. The echo signifying the intensity of this structures immense size with every footfall. However there was not an ounce of company nearby. At least not presently in his unheard entrance.
Further down he continued. He moved like a shadow, unheard, unnoticed. For some strange reason his curiosity had peaked that of approval and he stopped before what appeared to be a throne. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it. If Hifumi considered Midi, he could imagine one built relatively the same. Still his mind wandered and he stood there silently, in a strange daze before the smell of something good wafted his way.
Ah... this is... the same hand touched the torso again. He moved instinctively towards the West Wing, following the delicious smell with a slight twinkle in his one visible eye. Sure enough, there was a kitchen, alongside it, a more than rambunctious mess hall. The company brought about hesitation and he stood there just as he had before the throne. Within a daze and pondering.
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