Vayne standing on a mountain top admiring the sun rise, the birds flying starting off their new day. In the distance the waves crash the sounds can be heard even across the distance, the sound of water on hard rock, it was a mesmerizing occurrence. A gust of wind from behind is felt, A strong presence in the sir, a familiar sent, Vayne without turning knows what dwells behind him.
"...Kiritsugu, we meet again"
Vayne turns facing his sensei smiling, seeing the old man in shape and healthy, he takes a few steps forwards and bows in front of his sensei to show respect.
"It seems that our paths are bound to the art of fists...TAIJUTSU"
"...Kiritsugu, we meet again"
Vayne turns facing his sensei smiling, seeing the old man in shape and healthy, he takes a few steps forwards and bows in front of his sensei to show respect.
"It seems that our paths are bound to the art of fists...TAIJUTSU"