A lone man walks over a vast, open field. His warhammer is hanging against his back.
He can feel the weight of it, and the way it shifts with every step he takes. It's been a long time since he's swung his hammer. Does his arms still know how it works? The man walks past a formation of huge stones. It's six stones all placed upwards from the ground, with spikey endings. He stops and sits down at one of the stones, with his back against it.
He takes his hammer from his back and places it in his lap.
He thinks about what's about to happen. "Kiyoshi" The man says to himself, in a low, rough wishper of a voice.
The sound of his voice is unnatural to him. Of course it's been a long time since he's used his voice. Years infact.
But now it's time to use his voice again. And his hammer. He reaches into his coat and brings out a scroll he'd gotten a fortningt before. He couldn't believe it when he'd first gotten it, and a part of him still didn't believe it. He read the scroll again, even tough he had already read it over ten times.
"Remi. I know it's been a long time. Do you still remember me? Of course you do. You don't forget the things we've done together. I still can't forget you for leaving us, The seven deadly sins when we needed you the most. When you left,
we didn't have enough men to fight. We lost, and it was your fault. I haven't forgiven you for that. Not even the fact that we used to be the closest of friends will make things alright between us. I demand you meet me in a fight. We'll meet at the field where we had our first fight. Meet me there in a forthningt. And Remi, this will be the last time we meet each other.
He can feel the weight of it, and the way it shifts with every step he takes. It's been a long time since he's swung his hammer. Does his arms still know how it works? The man walks past a formation of huge stones. It's six stones all placed upwards from the ground, with spikey endings. He stops and sits down at one of the stones, with his back against it.
He takes his hammer from his back and places it in his lap.
He thinks about what's about to happen. "Kiyoshi" The man says to himself, in a low, rough wishper of a voice.
The sound of his voice is unnatural to him. Of course it's been a long time since he's used his voice. Years infact.
But now it's time to use his voice again. And his hammer. He reaches into his coat and brings out a scroll he'd gotten a fortningt before. He couldn't believe it when he'd first gotten it, and a part of him still didn't believe it. He read the scroll again, even tough he had already read it over ten times.
"Remi. I know it's been a long time. Do you still remember me? Of course you do. You don't forget the things we've done together. I still can't forget you for leaving us, The seven deadly sins when we needed you the most. When you left,
we didn't have enough men to fight. We lost, and it was your fault. I haven't forgiven you for that. Not even the fact that we used to be the closest of friends will make things alright between us. I demand you meet me in a fight. We'll meet at the field where we had our first fight. Meet me there in a forthningt. And Remi, this will be the last time we meet each other.
Remi looks up from his scroll. His eyes are drawn towards the lake a few hundred meters from where he's sitting against the rocks. A man has suddenly appeared there. Even from this distance it was clear to him who it was. His old best friend. The man who had taught him how to be a ninja when he was still a young lad. He rose to his feet, placed his hammer on his back again, and slowly started walking towards Kiyoshi.