Snippet #1874405

Damnit, I can't just sit here, I need to move, I need to do something... shit that sudden crowd really messed me up, Kiesuke growled in his head, not showing any ouward signs that anything was wrong with him. Looking up he saw Deirdre walking out for some fresh air and figured that she had the right idea so he stood up as well and looked back at the remaining people in the hut. "Three hours," was all he said so that they knew when he'd be back and not follow him as he walked out.

On silent steps he walked away, making sure to keep a keen ear out for any unusual sounds as he remembered Katsu's warning as he looked for a place to train so he could calm his nerves. When he found himself near a river he set about starting his training by first going through the different stances, letting each one flow into the next, soon he started fighting his own inner demons. His movements were quick and precise, no energy wasted as a sweat started to build up, it was obvious that he practiced a lot as he began to get lost in his own world. He hated the way that he could hear them taunt and laugh at him, saying that he was still weak, that he'd never be able to protect himself, that he should just give up already because all of his efforts were useless and that no matter how hard he tried he would still be the same pathetic little boy as he was that day.

Suddenly out of nowhere he turned around and jumped into the river with a loud splash, cannonball stye. Uncurling his body, he allowed himself to float back up on his back as he just laid on the surface of the water, after a few minutes he swam to shore and removed his shirts and pants and wrung them out showing his scars to the world. Sneering at his scars in disgust he layed his clothes on the rocky beach to dry out as he removed his socks, having forgotten his shoes, leaving him in just his boxers then went back in the river to cool off and relax by floating on his back for his remaining hour.