Snippet #2121975

Keito somehow made his way down into a ravine, littered with dead leaves and plenty of fallen trees. The center of the ravine was wide and open, with a faded dirt path running down the middle and a few rotting branches blocking the way. Keito climbed over a large tree that had fallen maybe a few months ago until he reached some shade cover under an area close to the wall of the ravine where the trees grew more thickly. It might not have been too hot out, but the humidity was getting to him. It wasn't anything he wasn't used to, but that didn't mean trudging through a humid forest in the late afternoon wearing all black was enjoyable. He wiped more sweat from his forehead and stopped under a large tree to take a break. Pulling his back off his shoulder, he opened the strap and dug through it for a moment, searching for his canteen. After a few seconds he felt the metal against his fingers and pulled it out and untwisted the top while holding his bag under his armpit. He lifted the canteen to his lips, but was quickly disappointed to find that there was only a couple sips left. He tipped the bottle upside down and shook it a couple of times as if there was more water stuck to the bottom of the bottle. As expected, nothing came out.

I filled it up in Cre' Est!..Don't tell me I have a leak..

He was ready to peek into his bag to see if anything was wet when suddenly the loud sound of branches splitting rung out above him. He took a small step back and looked up, barely having any time to think as a weight crashed down on him. He let out a loud 'hmph!' As he fell onto his stomach and his canteen and bag dropped onto the grass in front of him. "What the...hell?" He moaned, pushing himself up of the ground and staying on his hands and knees for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He coughed a couple of times, cringing a little at the pain in his back.

"Well that was not one of my most brilliant performances... but at the very least there was a soft landing awaiting me."

He heard the voice of a man and felt a hand on his shoulder for a moment before watching his back get picked up and one of his shirts was removed. "Hey, wait a minute!" He said, quickly followed by more coughs. He leaned back onto his knees, deciding to let the man do whatever for now. He was a little amazed the shirt actually fit the man, but it was a tight fit at that.

"Thanks for the save there... didn't know what would have happened if you weren't there to break my fall. What is your name?"

Keito picked himself up off the ground and leaned himself against a tree, glaring at the man also leaning on a tree across of him. "It's Keito..and I don't remember asking to be your savior." He said, taking a couple more breathes before walking over and picking up his canteen and shoving it back into his black bag, then picking up the bandages, a coin bag, and a slice of bread wrapped up in a piece of blue cloth. He put them back in their rightful place and snapped the bag shut before throwing it over his shoulder and looking back at the man. "Since when was it a good idea to go jumping off of cliffs? The last time I checked, people usually want to die when they do that, but you seem grateful." He said with a hint of irritation in his tone as he tried to ignore the pain in his back. He may have been accustomed to the heat, but it wasn't everyday someone fell from the sky and landed on him.