His breath was strained and slowing as his hand, coated in blood, reached out. There did not seem to be an intended target as nothing was in front of him. Behind him, however, was a different scene.
Charred, glassy sand weaved in and out of the background. Various bodies laid strewn upon the desert surface as splotches of red littered the area like a minefield. Weapons, whole and broken, were scattered among the carnage. It was an understatement to say a battle had occurred, but the look of the last man standing did not give the impression there was a winner.
The Sennin was coated in blood and sand. His attire was torn, burned, and bloody. Aside from his breath, his movement was also slowing. Trudging with a limp, he looked like a figure approaching death’s door. There did not seem to be anyone else in the area and unfortunately he was in the middle of the expanse. To make matters worse, daylight was fading and while the area was devoid of humanity, there would be life watching him. Wildlife, waiting for nightfall and their natural hunting time, would await their prey to either collapse or the sun to go down.
“Shit... I...I just wanted to get to the tourna....”
Before he could finish his thought, he would collapse upon the sand.
So is this how I die? I mean, shit, isn’t this like the 6th time this has happened? You’d think I would be used to this crap by now...but this definitely feels like one of those final moments. Well I had a good run...wish I could have got to that tournament...actually, I think I would have rather killed the daimyo. Well, fuck you, you piece of shit sitting in your stupidly named palace. I will hopefully remain and ghost and haunt you...”
While his body continue to shut down and his mind seemed to drift off into madness, something was happening within him...
(Mft- 325)
Charred, glassy sand weaved in and out of the background. Various bodies laid strewn upon the desert surface as splotches of red littered the area like a minefield. Weapons, whole and broken, were scattered among the carnage. It was an understatement to say a battle had occurred, but the look of the last man standing did not give the impression there was a winner.
The Sennin was coated in blood and sand. His attire was torn, burned, and bloody. Aside from his breath, his movement was also slowing. Trudging with a limp, he looked like a figure approaching death’s door. There did not seem to be anyone else in the area and unfortunately he was in the middle of the expanse. To make matters worse, daylight was fading and while the area was devoid of humanity, there would be life watching him. Wildlife, waiting for nightfall and their natural hunting time, would await their prey to either collapse or the sun to go down.
“Shit... I...I just wanted to get to the tourna....”
Before he could finish his thought, he would collapse upon the sand.
So is this how I die? I mean, shit, isn’t this like the 6th time this has happened? You’d think I would be used to this crap by now...but this definitely feels like one of those final moments. Well I had a good run...wish I could have got to that tournament...actually, I think I would have rather killed the daimyo. Well, fuck you, you piece of shit sitting in your stupidly named palace. I will hopefully remain and ghost and haunt you...”
While his body continue to shut down and his mind seemed to drift off into madness, something was happening within him...
(Mft- 325)