campfire songs

Hikaru did indeed miss his home, everything here was so foreign and different. He was even more convinced now more than ever that he had found where he belonged. He’d only been comfortable there because he was born there. Nippon was the only land he’d ever known. Being a shinobi was the only path he thought he could take. Here in the Armada everything was different. He could choose his path and better find his way. He felt at home and welcomed and like he’d found his place.

”I know how that feels.” He commented softly, knowing the situation she described. There weren’t many soft hearted wolves in the Iga clan, he was one of them and he had been cast out. Acciona continued, continuing on their little talk and asking him about his trip. ”Lots of snow and walking, honestly boring compared to how it felt.” Hika explained his trip. ”I was nervous about leaving, but I don’t think it was founded.” His ink stained tail wagged slightly at his hip. ”Mostly just uneasy about being in a new place, but then again if Mort hadn’t found me…” Maybe he’d have been a frozen koi.

”So, what do you do around here? Hunter, healer?” He couldn’t help but guess that from her smaller stature and timid nature she was no warrior. Then again he knew how many shinobi of smaller stature?