So, the capital is back to its normal capacity. Trade with Takinomori, the Motoi Drylands, and the Lost Shores are each thriving in their own ways. The crops weren't a total loss after what happened, as expected Korra was pivotal in saving a large portion of the village. What do we need, next? I'll try to set up a better means of communication between myself and the main Sado, as well as the other clones but they're off doing so many different things it's hard to keep it straight. I hope the refugees from my old tribe are acclimating to their new positions? I've been working on a technique, to expedite crop-growth. I'm thinking that if I can figure out how to use Yang energy I can streamline the process cutting crop planting and harvesting to a few days, if not a few moments depending on how potently I can apply the Yang energy to the soil and the plants. Vegetation is weird, it's not like people. Flesh and bone are easy to work with, mending wounds, and such goes hand in hand with what I've known my entire li-... Catherine, are you listening to me?
Smith was walking through the street with two women, one on each side of him. The first was a short brunette, her meek temperament was plain to see as she used her free right hand to write something down in a ledger. It seemed to be a leatherbound tome, with numerous numbers and agreements in it. She adjusted a new pair of glasses, as she spoke quickly replying to Smith's errant thoughts, trying to keep him on track.
His voice moved from one thing to the next, it was as if everything was on his mind at once. As if he was trying to order it all in his mind. He spoke about several separate instances, casually flowing from one subject to the next. All the while it seemed he was watching the people around him, the flow of the crowd and the general commerce was fascinating.
Not too long ago, he was nothing more than a vagabond, a mercenary, drifter, who didn't know where his next job was going to come from. He didn't know if these people were smart to trust him with all of this-... or if they had lost their sanity. He wouldn't trust someone like him, with all of this responsibility. Especially with what he knew about how Sado's mind worked.
I'm listening, I hear you, you're just talking a mile a minute. Slow down, and enunciate your words. Honestly, the village doesn't need anything per se. Even our poorest, need not worry about their next meal. The sick and infirm are healed by expert medical shinobi, including MIss Lorelei who imparts knowledge onto the next generation. To think, a year ago, these lands were barren, and Forsekellig to the south was a no-mans land of banditry and extortion-... Sa-... Smith, you've done enough already. Just take a break. It's really not a problem. Grathak, and Divi the two refugees from your old tribe are doing fine. The crops are fine. Everything is fine.
That was when Smith noticed someone grab a few pieces of fruit off of a small station near him. He took several steps away from Catherine and Lorelei waving the two off with his left hand. They went about their business as he slowly followed the person. He passed by the same fruit-stand they had picked a smattering of fruit from mere moments ago.
Reaching into one of his pockets with his right hand he pulled out a few coins tossing them on the stand. Smith walked up behind the person dressed in a tattered and torn cloak as he took a closer look he noticed a few strands of green hair, peak out from below the cloak. A familiar hair-color, he knew only one person with that hue. Fu? Is that you?
Smith spoke with a slightly confused tone as he thought it was her, but wasn't sure. It had been a while since he had seen her. Since he made her an official actually. After that meeting, that day. He hadn't seen either Fu, or Lena in a while, what felt like months both had just vanished from his perception. He was curious as to where Fu had been all this time.
Smith was walking through the street with two women, one on each side of him. The first was a short brunette, her meek temperament was plain to see as she used her free right hand to write something down in a ledger. It seemed to be a leatherbound tome, with numerous numbers and agreements in it. She adjusted a new pair of glasses, as she spoke quickly replying to Smith's errant thoughts, trying to keep him on track.
His voice moved from one thing to the next, it was as if everything was on his mind at once. As if he was trying to order it all in his mind. He spoke about several separate instances, casually flowing from one subject to the next. All the while it seemed he was watching the people around him, the flow of the crowd and the general commerce was fascinating.
Not too long ago, he was nothing more than a vagabond, a mercenary, drifter, who didn't know where his next job was going to come from. He didn't know if these people were smart to trust him with all of this-... or if they had lost their sanity. He wouldn't trust someone like him, with all of this responsibility. Especially with what he knew about how Sado's mind worked.
I'm listening, I hear you, you're just talking a mile a minute. Slow down, and enunciate your words. Honestly, the village doesn't need anything per se. Even our poorest, need not worry about their next meal. The sick and infirm are healed by expert medical shinobi, including MIss Lorelei who imparts knowledge onto the next generation. To think, a year ago, these lands were barren, and Forsekellig to the south was a no-mans land of banditry and extortion-... Sa-... Smith, you've done enough already. Just take a break. It's really not a problem. Grathak, and Divi the two refugees from your old tribe are doing fine. The crops are fine. Everything is fine.
That was when Smith noticed someone grab a few pieces of fruit off of a small station near him. He took several steps away from Catherine and Lorelei waving the two off with his left hand. They went about their business as he slowly followed the person. He passed by the same fruit-stand they had picked a smattering of fruit from mere moments ago.
Reaching into one of his pockets with his right hand he pulled out a few coins tossing them on the stand. Smith walked up behind the person dressed in a tattered and torn cloak as he took a closer look he noticed a few strands of green hair, peak out from below the cloak. A familiar hair-color, he knew only one person with that hue. Fu? Is that you?
Smith spoke with a slightly confused tone as he thought it was her, but wasn't sure. It had been a while since he had seen her. Since he made her an official actually. After that meeting, that day. He hadn't seen either Fu, or Lena in a while, what felt like months both had just vanished from his perception. He was curious as to where Fu had been all this time.
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