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"Size?" "Big. That's all we know. Sent a woman from here by the name of Melusine to investigate already so you wouldn't be alone." The ronin sipped his sake as the strangers from this village spoke to him in the middle of the street. His flowing sleeve hid the missing arm and all these poor...

The kitsune led the pair deeper and deeper. A walk that neither of them needed considering their previous circumstances. While Jirou had no idea where they were headed, he trusted the nature of the creature that led them. It had no aura of contempt or disdain towards humanity, which was common...

Jirou didn't know this area a great deal and this wasn't where he'd originally entered from. In their frantic escape he'd made little effort to see where they had been fleeing to, rather just paid attention to them getting anywhere safely. The night was as deep as it could. The stars shone down...

Jirou followed his temporary ally through the gates as they almost crushed him in their weight. Missing an arm was growing to be an immense pain for the ronin. He took notice of Kujo's wound and stopped, despite the pursuers that were sure to follow. "Grit your teeth, Kujo." And with that...

Jirou dragged his sword across its sheathe and knocked it tightly in place. He nodded Kujo's way. "Back the way I came. There are woods, we can hunt something to eat and find a soft place to rest." He pointed towards one of the town's exits and sprinted ahead with a wave for Kujo to follow...

Jirou shook his head. Every pompous bastard with a sword though they could step to any warrior they came across so long as the advantage looked their way. To assume a one armed opponent was lesser than you was ignorance and foolishness at its peak. He'd sized up these men and assumed Kujo had...

He could only wonder if he'd been in the same boat as Jirou with his blade. A sensitive topic. To be forced into wielding a sword as a child. There was no guarantee that was the case but his reaction gave the impression of something darker rooted than just training. Jirou watched Kujo stand up...

To not have a destination. Their coincidental similarities ever grew. Jirou smiled, setting his sake glass to the groound. He was beginning to feel the alcohols warmth wash over him and thought it be best to slow down on it. He didn't need to be completely out of it around a stranger. He...

Jirou shot his second glass down. "I wouldn't recommend sitting and waiting either. I give it a month before this town needs warriors to assist it. Peace, it just doesn't last." He filled his glass up once more. "Nowhere you go will you find it free from fear, racism, and bastards who want to...

Jirou couldn't help but laugh aloud. Their circumstances were far too similar for this to not be fate. He matched the risen glass to Kujo's and smiled wide. "That's a story I know all too well. I won't pry." He downed his whole glass and filled it back up, setting the sake between the two of...

Their similarities were almost eerie. Not only of the same cloth, but perhaps even the same origin. He lowered his head and straw hat back to his new found drinking partner. This town was unfamiliar to Jirou, as many towns that he came across lately were. It had been a long while since he'd...

Another wayward town on his journey to nowhere. It was probably time for him to return to Elbion some time soon. Though he doubted Yuuna's family assumed he was dead he should relay to them what occurred with The Amalgamation, and how he had seen her once more. The encounter with Anima left him...

Effortless, and unsatisfactory. He watched as Anima died before he could think twice. It shouldn't have mattered. He killed so many murderers before her. This felt as if he'd killed several people in one, though. Some who deserved it and some who should have had better. He swung his...

What else was left? She continued to toy with him, even in the face of her own demise. That lingering feeling of something sinister. She had no intention of telling him what he wanted to know. She made that very clear. This was so strange. Perhaps the strangest encounter he'd ever had. He was...

The rhythmic beating of their momentarily entwined hearts was intriguing. But nothing came. All that came was her own admission. Her touch to him further, and her blatant desire for him to succumb. He would give her no such satisfaction. In the end, his confusion ended up laying more with...