… Ohhhhhhhhhh, that did at times happen to be the case. Many a merchant delighted in having close ties with shinobi, and downright marrying one was just a bonus… but hopefully, they got married for other reasons, as well. Kojirou did ponder over that before Azarea’s voice disappeared into the accommodated room… right before night fell.
Now, however, as he dreamed, Ahma’s distant, sharp words returned to him once more… the words that had haunted him throughout his time in Kuwana. He had found a way… some way, perhaps, to live as a shinobi. And most important, he had decided this path for himself… at last, uninhibited by his clan’s expectations alone.’, Kojirou was a full-fledged shinobi. Hopefully, he could grow stronger and become a hero, as well… one who would never put someone through what Ahma experienced. It was wishful thinking at first, mere idealism… but with power, ideals could become reality.
But was his ideal… just? Or would it require another’s destruction? That, Kojirou did not know yet… standing amidst a pool of black, the sky black, and the land around him coaled as granite, he did not know where his path was taking him… but dared he realize his ideal, he would have to sacrifice. No good deed went unpunished.
… Was that what you truly believed, Ahma?
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What a weird dream. The beds were so comfy, though, and Kojirou had slept like a rock throughout the rest of the night. They went up, got ready, ate breakfast and even received snacks on their way to the Land of Lightning. As Azarea said, they had to hurry up – Kojirou, valiant as ever, dared not fall behind and diligently ran next to her on the path.
… Frost. He heard it clearly, crunching under his boots.
"D-Did we reach the Land of Lightning?”
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