Kenshin knew he was in trouble when he came too and upon trying to move found his arms bound behind his back, heavy chains binding them and he looked around confused, slowly he became aware that he was in the bottom of a pit that barely had enough space to fit him and he struggled against the bindings. “Hey! Hey somebody!” he shouts upwards trying to stand but the chains were dug into the ground and it didn’t seem worth it to move just yet.
“Oh you’re awake!” comes a voice and looking Kenshin can make out a few men holding spears looking down at the trapped man. He also took note that they all had looks of disgust and anger.
“ Yeah hi….could you tell me how I got down here?” Kenshin asks with a goofy grin wondering what he had done to deserve this.
“As if!” comes an older voice and to Kenshin’s horror an old lady leaned over the pit looking down. "Do you not remember yesterday at all?” she asks and Kenshin looked down shaking his head. “Fraid not mam…but I’m sure I was just drunk….would you mind letting me out?” he asks hopeful but she shakes her head, her grey hair getting in her face. “No child I wont, you disgraced yourself and our village’s statue a crime that we cant take lightly” she warns.
Kenshin sighed and debated trying to break his way out but instead just looked down. “Please, I know you’re angry but I really didn’t mean anything by it” Kenshin offers with a hopeful smile but to his horror the guards and old lady walk away. “Please!” he shouts one last time but then falls silent.
It was just a stupid statue right? What had he done that was so bad to it? All these questions run through his mind as he sits there waiting and unsure what to do. The hours tick by and from his view of the sky he can see the shift in the light until it becomes night and then he attempts to get up under the cover of darkness but hearing footsteps nearing he flops back down pretending to be asleep.
“This is him?” comes a soft voice, young likely a little girl. “He doesn’t look so tough!” comes another, a bit lower and he realized it was just some local kids coming to see the guy who had apparently tried to mess up a statue. “He must be tough! Remember how many guards he beat up when they caught him…” clearly the girl was getting uncomfortable with the next word but finally he hears. “peeing on the statue?” and his eye opens looking up.
“Oh you are kidding me!” he shouts unable to believe that and hears a loud eep as the children run off in fear of the beast and he looks up getting the feeling of loneliness and this time as his eye closes he actually tries to sleep.
The next morning he was awoken by a bucket being lowered and within it was some water and he realized what it was and leans forward sipping from it. He slowly drank but then looked up but at this angle he couldn’t see who was offering it to him. “For what its worth” he says upwards. “I am sorry” he admits but there was no reply and that was the only water he was given for the day.
That was the pattern day in and day out, he started to sleep more trying to pass the time but as the hours dragged on he could feel it, the crushing burden of soberirty working its way, clearing his mind and on the third day he doesn’t drink from the bucket. “Please, please I need something stronger” he mutters softly but nobody talks to him.
Apparently refusing to drink was the key to get someone to talk to and a voice finally woke him from his day nap. “Why aren’t you drinking anymore?” and he remembered it was the old women and he looked up squinting against the hard light. “Because I don’t need water, I need something stronger” he pleads upwards. “And why do you need to drink?” she asks calmly as if hearing him out.
Kenshin bit his lip debating answering the question but he could feel it in the back of his mind, a burning thought that he drank so hard to forget and he looked upwards his eye pleading with hers. “I need it to forget” he offers not even sure of the answer it had been so long since he had been sober. “Forget what child?” she replies sounding curious and he shakes his head. “I don’t remember! That’s why I drink…its why I need it please!” he begs flat out now but to his horror when he looked up again she was gone but gave him a parting message.
“Maybe when you remember what you’re trying to forget you can explain yourself” and then he was alone again and he fought against his bindings but he was too tired, too confused and he stops after a few seconds, too tired to keep up the fight and he lays still.
He lost track of the days now, as his mind cleared he slowly remembered the truth, the feelings of blood on his hands and the bodies of his friends and mentor laid around the room clearly torn apart by some beast and he was the only one alive he remembered it all, how his foolishness and pride had ruined his old life and he was sober for the first time in years and it was killing him. He truly started to hope they intended to kill him, and as the hours dragged on he started to hope it was soon.
He spent most of his time asleep now, trying to flee into his dreams but they offered him no protection as all he dreamed of was his last night of his life and in the middle of his nightmare he was woken by a footstep by the edge of his pit. “What do you want” he asks gently, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“You’ve changed” comes the quiet voice of a familiar child, the little girl must of come back after all this time. ““Before you looked kinda silly, but now you look so sad” she points out and looking up he notices two feet dangling off the edge. “Why are you sad?” she asks simply and he shakes his head almost laughing at how pitiful it was.
“I’m sad because I remember” he mutters “You remember what?” she asks curiously. He pauses trying to think of the right answer to that question. “I remember who I am” was all he offered and he could hear a soft “Humph” as that answer clearly didn’t sit well with her. But he remained quiet for the rest of the night ignoring the rest of her questions.
He didn’t open his eye again until he heard the screams, even from his pit he could see the ashes and based on the orange glow it was clear something was on fire and he stands up as far as he could before his chains pull taught. He remained quiet but to his shock someone came running towards the pit and this time the child didn’t stop at the edge but instead of just stopping the child actually jumped down into the pit.
She was so small compared to him and he looked at her coldly and she looks up at him with tears in her eyes. “You gotta help us!” she demands urgently. “Help you from what?” he asks leaning against the wall. “Please! Bandits are attacking they have magic! You’re strong you could fight them!” she points out but is silenced by a cold gaze from his one eye. “You trapped me in a hole for weeks, gave me nothing but water and mocked my requests….why should I help you?” he asks softly his voice like a knife.
The child looks at him and pulls out a small key. “Because I’ll let you go if you do, but you gotta help!” she explains and he looks at her with a mixture of annoyance but then does turn around exposing the lock. “I make no promise” he warns but apparently that was good enough for her as she hurries to unlock his bindings.
He rubs his wrists and brings his arms up wards stretching the sore muscles and he turns around to face the child again. “Where is my cloak?” he asks simply. “The chief’s hut, but she gave me this if you agreed” she adds and holds out a small bottle and his eye widens as he swipes it form her hand and roughly downs it.
It was his battle brew, and as the alcohol burned it was like the warmth of an old friend and nowhere near enough to get him drunk and with a sigh he looks at her. “Stay here until someone comes” he commands and without the bindings is easily able to jump out of the pit and enters a world on fire, the village was burning as men ran by with torches and swords laughing and cheering and it only took him a second to realize who the targets were.
With the power of his brew flowing through him he darts forward, the first two didn’t even realize what was happening as he got close. The first got a fist into his stomach with enough force send the bandit flying backwards and as Kenshin pulled his had back blood coated his fist. The other turned shocked but only had time to see Kenshin turning rapidly planting the same hand on the ground he torques his body hard sending his foot into the seconds face. Unlike the first this one didn’t go flying but there was a loud cracking noise and he crumpled to the ground.
Kenshin didn’t even look back as he darted forward, running through the small village any bandit he ran across had only a few moments to realize what was going on before they met a brutal end. As he worked to the center of the village he came to a stop panting to catch his breath he looked forward at the dozen remaining men, with the largest in the center. They had formed a semi circle facing Kenshin who had enough time to notice the statue he had apparently disgraced, it appeared to be statue of the Monkey King, in mid pose with his mighty staff but Kenshin was in no mood to admire the art.
“I’m impressed! You’ve been going through my guys like paper” As he spoke Kenshin was clearly sizing him up, wondering how much force it would take to snap his neck. He was a big guy, wearing a black turn shirt to expose his chest obviously to show off the scars that covered it. “You know there is always a place for guys like you in my group” he adds rubbing the stubble that coated his chin.
“What makes you think I’d join?” Kenshin asks calmly his arms still raised and his hands were closed into fists should and his answer came in the form of the dozen men pulling out bows and arrows with smirks on their faces. “Because saying no wouldn’t be a good idea” the leader mocks giving him a smirk. Kenshin seemed to relax, raising his hands higher he calmly takes off the eyepatch and opens his second eye. There was nothing wrong with it, but for what he planned he needed depth perception and suddenly he darts forward like a rocket a fist pulled back to slam into the leader.
“Air magic! Hurricane fist!” was the only thing Kenshin heard before he was sent sailing backwards he spun slightly and after just a moment of flight ran into something hard enough to cut his air time short. After the shock wore off the pain set in, his back and neck ached from whatever he had hit and opening his eyes he looks around to realize he had been punched into the statue as his sense came back he could hear the laughter.
“You got pretty close! But not close enough!” came the taunting cry from the leader and with a small gesture the archers let fly their arrows. Kenshin looked, seeming the razor tipped projectiles sailing towards him and he knew this would be the end of his story. But rather then look his death in the face he looks down, his eyes falling on the statues staff that had broken and landed near him.
Time seemed to slow down as the staff seemed to call for him and he slowly reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the stone it seems to change before his eyes, the brown stone sliding away to show the black polished wood underneath and his body moved on its own, the staff becoming a blur as he spun it in front of him and to the surprise of everyone, Kenshin included the staff blocked every arrow, sending them sailing away and he stood there panting, one end of the staff facing the leader unsure what to do.
“He is a fool, you are a king” speaks a voice, it sounded old, impossibly old and his grip tightened as his eyes narrowed on the target. “And its time to wake up” it says echoing in his mind and as Kenshin stepped forward his speed was suddenly faster and his eyes burned with anger as he dodged past the second volley of arrows. The staff and him were liquid grace as he spun swung and jabbed with it, taking out the archers all while the leader just watched, grin on his face and as the last man fell it was just him and Kenshin.
“Good good!” he cheers clapping as the last of his men fell. “You are perfect! This is my final offer join me and you can be my second in command, with your strength you’d make a fine bandit” he teases and Kenshin’s grip on the staff tightens and his response is to attack again. But just as before a wall of wind cut him off but this time he could see how the magic worked, how a micro hurricane would wrap itself around the bandits fist and the punch from it would push him back.
It felt hopeless, but then the voice spoke again. “Show him the true power of the king” and Kenshin’s body moved on instinct, stabbing the staff into the ground the leader’s eye brow raises slightly. “Putting down your weapon, hardly a way to win” he taunts but Kenshin moves slowly, closing his hands into fists he brings them to his face and gently blows on them. The air from his breath becomes ice cold and it slowly coats his fists and as the spell finishes he takes one last breath and rushes forward again.
“Again? Guess you just don’t learn!” he laughs and pulls back his fist, gathering a tornado again and as Kenshin got closer he throws his fist out but this time Kenshin dives low, sliding under the shock wave he slides under the mans legs, his hands touching his feet before finishing the slide. The bandit turns around laughing at him not realizing what had happened. “Clever, but this time I’ll come to you!” he taunts and takes a single step but then stops with a confused look on his face. “What?” he asks looking down as the ice from his feet starts to crawl upwards. Coating his legs he panics and tries to push it off but just touching the ice causes it to spread to his hands and he looks at Kenshin with horror.
“What? What is this!?” he shouts as the ice starts to travel up his neck and just before it got to his ears he’d hear the calm words. “Touch of the Monkey King” but then there was silence as the ice covered his face and when it ends the spell leaves the village with a new statue.
Kenshin watches for a moment until he was sure it worked but then runs, running fast as he could to the hut the girl had mentioned and finds his cloak on a rack and grabs it like a man possessed. He was going mad, disgust, shame anger, all theses horrid emotions were flowing through him and he just wanted it to stop. He almost tears it as he finds a special bottle and looks at it and without a second though opens it and starts to drink. As the liquid rushes over his tongue a feeling of numbness flowed down his throat and it became hard to stand and even as he falls to his knees he keeps drinking, wanting the numbness to spread to his soul to take away the pain but it just wasn’t working.
He would of drank himself into his final rest had not the bottle be torn from his lips and the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the old women, her look was so sad but due to the amount of numbing bliss he had taken he passed out almost instantly.
When he finally awoke he winced in pain but sat up slowly, first thinking he was in the pit again he realized he was on a cot, his blindfold was back on and his body was covered in bandages. Looking around he saw the old women standing there beside his bed. “I shouldn’t of denied your request, I understand why you drink” she says sadly walking closer she sets the staff on the cot next to him.
Kenshin looked at her confused, then back to the staff then her again. “I don’t understand…. what happened?” he asks confused, a bit nervous. “You don’t remember?” she asks somewhat surprised and all Kenshin could offer was a small nod. She opens her mouth as if to answer but then shakes her head. “Maybe its better you don’t” she says gently then gestures to the entryway. “You’re free to go, in fact you better leave now” she adds.
Kenshin debating asking but then decided he was free, and not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Grabbing his cloak and the staff he hurries out of the hut but all the while as he walks out he notices the looks of the villagers. The fear, disgust loathing, but he kept his head down and kept moving. On the outskirts of the village he saw a large number of graves being dug.
Just outside the village entrance he noticed a strange statue, looking like it had been craved of crystal, of a man holding his head and screaming in pain. Something about it scared him, like a memory that he just couldn’t remember. But rather then think on it he pulls a small flask from his cloak and keeps walking. Humming to himself as he casually spun the staff round and round.[/color][/color][/color][/color][/color]
“Oh you’re awake!” comes a voice and looking Kenshin can make out a few men holding spears looking down at the trapped man. He also took note that they all had looks of disgust and anger.
“ Yeah hi….could you tell me how I got down here?” Kenshin asks with a goofy grin wondering what he had done to deserve this.
“As if!” comes an older voice and to Kenshin’s horror an old lady leaned over the pit looking down. "Do you not remember yesterday at all?” she asks and Kenshin looked down shaking his head. “Fraid not mam…but I’m sure I was just drunk….would you mind letting me out?” he asks hopeful but she shakes her head, her grey hair getting in her face. “No child I wont, you disgraced yourself and our village’s statue a crime that we cant take lightly” she warns.
Kenshin sighed and debated trying to break his way out but instead just looked down. “Please, I know you’re angry but I really didn’t mean anything by it” Kenshin offers with a hopeful smile but to his horror the guards and old lady walk away. “Please!” he shouts one last time but then falls silent.
It was just a stupid statue right? What had he done that was so bad to it? All these questions run through his mind as he sits there waiting and unsure what to do. The hours tick by and from his view of the sky he can see the shift in the light until it becomes night and then he attempts to get up under the cover of darkness but hearing footsteps nearing he flops back down pretending to be asleep.
“This is him?” comes a soft voice, young likely a little girl. “He doesn’t look so tough!” comes another, a bit lower and he realized it was just some local kids coming to see the guy who had apparently tried to mess up a statue. “He must be tough! Remember how many guards he beat up when they caught him…” clearly the girl was getting uncomfortable with the next word but finally he hears. “peeing on the statue?” and his eye opens looking up.
“Oh you are kidding me!” he shouts unable to believe that and hears a loud eep as the children run off in fear of the beast and he looks up getting the feeling of loneliness and this time as his eye closes he actually tries to sleep.
The next morning he was awoken by a bucket being lowered and within it was some water and he realized what it was and leans forward sipping from it. He slowly drank but then looked up but at this angle he couldn’t see who was offering it to him. “For what its worth” he says upwards. “I am sorry” he admits but there was no reply and that was the only water he was given for the day.
That was the pattern day in and day out, he started to sleep more trying to pass the time but as the hours dragged on he could feel it, the crushing burden of soberirty working its way, clearing his mind and on the third day he doesn’t drink from the bucket. “Please, please I need something stronger” he mutters softly but nobody talks to him.
Apparently refusing to drink was the key to get someone to talk to and a voice finally woke him from his day nap. “Why aren’t you drinking anymore?” and he remembered it was the old women and he looked up squinting against the hard light. “Because I don’t need water, I need something stronger” he pleads upwards. “And why do you need to drink?” she asks calmly as if hearing him out.
Kenshin bit his lip debating answering the question but he could feel it in the back of his mind, a burning thought that he drank so hard to forget and he looked upwards his eye pleading with hers. “I need it to forget” he offers not even sure of the answer it had been so long since he had been sober. “Forget what child?” she replies sounding curious and he shakes his head. “I don’t remember! That’s why I drink…its why I need it please!” he begs flat out now but to his horror when he looked up again she was gone but gave him a parting message.
“Maybe when you remember what you’re trying to forget you can explain yourself” and then he was alone again and he fought against his bindings but he was too tired, too confused and he stops after a few seconds, too tired to keep up the fight and he lays still.
He lost track of the days now, as his mind cleared he slowly remembered the truth, the feelings of blood on his hands and the bodies of his friends and mentor laid around the room clearly torn apart by some beast and he was the only one alive he remembered it all, how his foolishness and pride had ruined his old life and he was sober for the first time in years and it was killing him. He truly started to hope they intended to kill him, and as the hours dragged on he started to hope it was soon.
He spent most of his time asleep now, trying to flee into his dreams but they offered him no protection as all he dreamed of was his last night of his life and in the middle of his nightmare he was woken by a footstep by the edge of his pit. “What do you want” he asks gently, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“You’ve changed” comes the quiet voice of a familiar child, the little girl must of come back after all this time. ““Before you looked kinda silly, but now you look so sad” she points out and looking up he notices two feet dangling off the edge. “Why are you sad?” she asks simply and he shakes his head almost laughing at how pitiful it was.
“I’m sad because I remember” he mutters “You remember what?” she asks curiously. He pauses trying to think of the right answer to that question. “I remember who I am” was all he offered and he could hear a soft “Humph” as that answer clearly didn’t sit well with her. But he remained quiet for the rest of the night ignoring the rest of her questions.
He didn’t open his eye again until he heard the screams, even from his pit he could see the ashes and based on the orange glow it was clear something was on fire and he stands up as far as he could before his chains pull taught. He remained quiet but to his shock someone came running towards the pit and this time the child didn’t stop at the edge but instead of just stopping the child actually jumped down into the pit.
She was so small compared to him and he looked at her coldly and she looks up at him with tears in her eyes. “You gotta help us!” she demands urgently. “Help you from what?” he asks leaning against the wall. “Please! Bandits are attacking they have magic! You’re strong you could fight them!” she points out but is silenced by a cold gaze from his one eye. “You trapped me in a hole for weeks, gave me nothing but water and mocked my requests….why should I help you?” he asks softly his voice like a knife.
The child looks at him and pulls out a small key. “Because I’ll let you go if you do, but you gotta help!” she explains and he looks at her with a mixture of annoyance but then does turn around exposing the lock. “I make no promise” he warns but apparently that was good enough for her as she hurries to unlock his bindings.
He rubs his wrists and brings his arms up wards stretching the sore muscles and he turns around to face the child again. “Where is my cloak?” he asks simply. “The chief’s hut, but she gave me this if you agreed” she adds and holds out a small bottle and his eye widens as he swipes it form her hand and roughly downs it.
It was his battle brew, and as the alcohol burned it was like the warmth of an old friend and nowhere near enough to get him drunk and with a sigh he looks at her. “Stay here until someone comes” he commands and without the bindings is easily able to jump out of the pit and enters a world on fire, the village was burning as men ran by with torches and swords laughing and cheering and it only took him a second to realize who the targets were.
With the power of his brew flowing through him he darts forward, the first two didn’t even realize what was happening as he got close. The first got a fist into his stomach with enough force send the bandit flying backwards and as Kenshin pulled his had back blood coated his fist. The other turned shocked but only had time to see Kenshin turning rapidly planting the same hand on the ground he torques his body hard sending his foot into the seconds face. Unlike the first this one didn’t go flying but there was a loud cracking noise and he crumpled to the ground.
Kenshin didn’t even look back as he darted forward, running through the small village any bandit he ran across had only a few moments to realize what was going on before they met a brutal end. As he worked to the center of the village he came to a stop panting to catch his breath he looked forward at the dozen remaining men, with the largest in the center. They had formed a semi circle facing Kenshin who had enough time to notice the statue he had apparently disgraced, it appeared to be statue of the Monkey King, in mid pose with his mighty staff but Kenshin was in no mood to admire the art.
“I’m impressed! You’ve been going through my guys like paper” As he spoke Kenshin was clearly sizing him up, wondering how much force it would take to snap his neck. He was a big guy, wearing a black turn shirt to expose his chest obviously to show off the scars that covered it. “You know there is always a place for guys like you in my group” he adds rubbing the stubble that coated his chin.
“What makes you think I’d join?” Kenshin asks calmly his arms still raised and his hands were closed into fists should and his answer came in the form of the dozen men pulling out bows and arrows with smirks on their faces. “Because saying no wouldn’t be a good idea” the leader mocks giving him a smirk. Kenshin seemed to relax, raising his hands higher he calmly takes off the eyepatch and opens his second eye. There was nothing wrong with it, but for what he planned he needed depth perception and suddenly he darts forward like a rocket a fist pulled back to slam into the leader.
“Air magic! Hurricane fist!” was the only thing Kenshin heard before he was sent sailing backwards he spun slightly and after just a moment of flight ran into something hard enough to cut his air time short. After the shock wore off the pain set in, his back and neck ached from whatever he had hit and opening his eyes he looks around to realize he had been punched into the statue as his sense came back he could hear the laughter.
“You got pretty close! But not close enough!” came the taunting cry from the leader and with a small gesture the archers let fly their arrows. Kenshin looked, seeming the razor tipped projectiles sailing towards him and he knew this would be the end of his story. But rather then look his death in the face he looks down, his eyes falling on the statues staff that had broken and landed near him.
Time seemed to slow down as the staff seemed to call for him and he slowly reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the stone it seems to change before his eyes, the brown stone sliding away to show the black polished wood underneath and his body moved on its own, the staff becoming a blur as he spun it in front of him and to the surprise of everyone, Kenshin included the staff blocked every arrow, sending them sailing away and he stood there panting, one end of the staff facing the leader unsure what to do.
“He is a fool, you are a king” speaks a voice, it sounded old, impossibly old and his grip tightened as his eyes narrowed on the target. “And its time to wake up” it says echoing in his mind and as Kenshin stepped forward his speed was suddenly faster and his eyes burned with anger as he dodged past the second volley of arrows. The staff and him were liquid grace as he spun swung and jabbed with it, taking out the archers all while the leader just watched, grin on his face and as the last man fell it was just him and Kenshin.
“Good good!” he cheers clapping as the last of his men fell. “You are perfect! This is my final offer join me and you can be my second in command, with your strength you’d make a fine bandit” he teases and Kenshin’s grip on the staff tightens and his response is to attack again. But just as before a wall of wind cut him off but this time he could see how the magic worked, how a micro hurricane would wrap itself around the bandits fist and the punch from it would push him back.
It felt hopeless, but then the voice spoke again. “Show him the true power of the king” and Kenshin’s body moved on instinct, stabbing the staff into the ground the leader’s eye brow raises slightly. “Putting down your weapon, hardly a way to win” he taunts but Kenshin moves slowly, closing his hands into fists he brings them to his face and gently blows on them. The air from his breath becomes ice cold and it slowly coats his fists and as the spell finishes he takes one last breath and rushes forward again.
“Again? Guess you just don’t learn!” he laughs and pulls back his fist, gathering a tornado again and as Kenshin got closer he throws his fist out but this time Kenshin dives low, sliding under the shock wave he slides under the mans legs, his hands touching his feet before finishing the slide. The bandit turns around laughing at him not realizing what had happened. “Clever, but this time I’ll come to you!” he taunts and takes a single step but then stops with a confused look on his face. “What?” he asks looking down as the ice from his feet starts to crawl upwards. Coating his legs he panics and tries to push it off but just touching the ice causes it to spread to his hands and he looks at Kenshin with horror.
“What? What is this!?” he shouts as the ice starts to travel up his neck and just before it got to his ears he’d hear the calm words. “Touch of the Monkey King” but then there was silence as the ice covered his face and when it ends the spell leaves the village with a new statue.
Kenshin watches for a moment until he was sure it worked but then runs, running fast as he could to the hut the girl had mentioned and finds his cloak on a rack and grabs it like a man possessed. He was going mad, disgust, shame anger, all theses horrid emotions were flowing through him and he just wanted it to stop. He almost tears it as he finds a special bottle and looks at it and without a second though opens it and starts to drink. As the liquid rushes over his tongue a feeling of numbness flowed down his throat and it became hard to stand and even as he falls to his knees he keeps drinking, wanting the numbness to spread to his soul to take away the pain but it just wasn’t working.
He would of drank himself into his final rest had not the bottle be torn from his lips and the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the old women, her look was so sad but due to the amount of numbing bliss he had taken he passed out almost instantly.
When he finally awoke he winced in pain but sat up slowly, first thinking he was in the pit again he realized he was on a cot, his blindfold was back on and his body was covered in bandages. Looking around he saw the old women standing there beside his bed. “I shouldn’t of denied your request, I understand why you drink” she says sadly walking closer she sets the staff on the cot next to him.
Kenshin looked at her confused, then back to the staff then her again. “I don’t understand…. what happened?” he asks confused, a bit nervous. “You don’t remember?” she asks somewhat surprised and all Kenshin could offer was a small nod. She opens her mouth as if to answer but then shakes her head. “Maybe its better you don’t” she says gently then gestures to the entryway. “You’re free to go, in fact you better leave now” she adds.
Kenshin debating asking but then decided he was free, and not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Grabbing his cloak and the staff he hurries out of the hut but all the while as he walks out he notices the looks of the villagers. The fear, disgust loathing, but he kept his head down and kept moving. On the outskirts of the village he saw a large number of graves being dug.
Just outside the village entrance he noticed a strange statue, looking like it had been craved of crystal, of a man holding his head and screaming in pain. Something about it scared him, like a memory that he just couldn’t remember. But rather then think on it he pulls a small flask from his cloak and keeps walking. Humming to himself as he casually spun the staff round and round.[/color][/color][/color][/color][/color]
