[Akira]

A large open space was what he needed to kill Doro. And that's where he was: deep in the heart of the Yamakira's places in Bonchi no Kuni. Was he bothered about what he wanted to do? Not at all.

But still - it had surprised him when Ryu had followed up asking about his plan. It was less of a question and more of a 'meet me where you choose' type of thing, and while that terrifically frightened him, there was certainly a lot less concern about doing so now. Hotarubi had since made up his mind about the situation and was in the middle of creating a technique: it was ... super hard. Difficult - to come up with. Something that would enable the man to remain put down, and out of the fight. The makings of a technique was in his mind - he just needed a way to actualize it. The smell of the jungle was just that: humid, loud, and dirty. It might had been open air, but perhaps it was the influence of the Yamakira that meant this place just seemed to be a dreg - a sore sight that was averse to the natural beauty of the area.

So - with the sound and noise of the jungle around him in his space, Hotarubi wasn't going to wait for anybody as he began to train: waking up a sweat within him. There was unbridled power and strength as he body moved between movements, between fist and rock and dagger and hammer as he utilized his body's boons. He was formless. But his father? Ha! Not a chance. Rigid, incapable of growth... and that was why Hotarubi would win.

Still conversations of past rang through his mind as he breathed, interrupting his play - between Ryu and he, and then Kenji and he. It felt like Hotarubi was being swept up in something that was beyond him and he couldn't get what.

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Thread 4/? thread facilitating formal transition of power

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