Bushido, Brushido (Closed/Travel)

"Isn't this a curious thing?" Yoshimitsu picked it up, wondering about the origins, as well as the story behind the bag. But then he flipped it over... and it all came back to him.

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"You will make a great warrior one day!"

"You think so?"

"You are your father's son. You will rule your own world one day."

"Thanks dad."

Yoshimitsu held his son on his lap. He was a young child, impressionable, and new to this world. He was no more than two years of age, and so innocent. But Yoshimitsu knew the great demon sword would corrupt him as well, if it hadn't already, it would be soon. That was the curse of the Manji Clan. He was "Yoshimitsu the Immortal," and he carried the sword of a million burdens., the Yoshimitsu Blade.

He had to leave then, he needed to. He had to protect his son, but as fate would have it, instead he would be taken away from that world. He did not know why, nor where he was. It was the second time he was taken away from those he loved. The first from his great city, eventually dropped to this wilderness to fall in love. But now, he was taken from his son, and his wife... and forced to live again.

It has been a long time since he had seen these trees and creatures, yet it is as if time hadn't changed. Where was his son? Was he okay? And does his son even remember him?

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"I remember this." He said to himself, his fingers running down the insignia as he held in his other hand. He could feel the quality and time put into this emblem. It was no doubt of the upmost quality, as if it was for a god. But the bag itself was aged, damaged by weather.


"I will save you, my son." Yoshimitsu said to himself. But then, just as he had the thought of finding his son, he found another bag, right beside the same tree, a little further behind. He would kneel down to take that in his hand as well, looking at the great damage of time to both of them. But in the case of one of them, it was nearly tattered and destroyed, yet the emblem was nearly untouched.

"Perhaps someone will know more than I do." he said to himself, slinging both of the pouches over his arm. Both of them filled with liquids, the aged one leaked a familiar scarlet ooze, while the other dripped nothing more than water colder than ice. Both of them would hide under his armor, and he would begin his journey once more.

He was going to go to Fiore.

Walking along the beaten path of the forest, Yoshimitsu held his goals in the back of his mind. He was no doubt going to search this world of Pandora looking for a small child. After all, that child was his first, and only born. He was not going to lose him as well.

"A most peculiar find!" he would say to himself, seeing a small restaurant along this forest path. He was no doubt around the outskirts of Fiore, only to find himself wandering in a park of some kind. But the aroma of the food was not enough to sway the samurai from his path. For his hunger was not for food, but for the feeling of a great success in finding his lost heir.

But something was different.

Something wasn't right.

The mask sat on his face in an interesting manner, almost expressing his emotions from behind such a thing. However to those that stared long enough, it was as if his mask was part of his face. But that was something shared between him and his own family. It was almost an unspoken tradition to wear armor at all times, and as for the mask, it was an untold trait that was universal to most of his relatives.

Raising a brow, he would turn to the voice of a man that was before the restaurant. He seemed interesting enough. Perhaps he was a resident of this land, and could offer him assistance in navigating this land. But that information could have been easily grasped with the tool of a map.

"How art thee?" Yoshimitsu would say to the man, almost waiting for some action. He was eager to get to Fiore. He knew it was close.

"Most peculiar." Yoshimitsu said. He looked at the man and analysed every fiber of his being. Perhaps he would be of use to his quest to finding his son, but even so, he could be helpful in jobs along the way.

"Could you tell me where the location of Fiore is?" he asked.

Thinking back to his time back in Kagamino City, he couldn't help but think about the job he was tasked with just over a week ago. Maybe it was worth carrying out, or maybe not. He wasn't the type of person to simply assassinate for money. He needed a reason to go do so, and to have a great belief that it was the right thing to do.

"It was given to me by a friend." The samurai spoke, "So that I may see the world from his eyes."

He spoke, as if quoting someone in particular, but that was simply who he was as a person. But at any rate, he was going to venture to Fiore, and he was going to search that city for answers.

/exit
(assuming this is where the thread ends.)