weight of living

Hattori very rarely ventured out to the battlefield, he simply had better uses of his time. And yet the season was cold, the chill seeping into the thickness of his dense bones and the only reliable way he knew to get rid of it was to spar. To get his limbs moving and heart racing. Donning his armour and weapons, Hattori gathered his companions and set out across the snowy terrain. The going was slower than he would have liked but he arrived in a reasonable time and was quick to get own to business.

Blood seeped through the snow, staining it red. He eyed the meandering tracks that criss-crossed the ground, even mid-winter this place was frequented a lot. He doubted he would have to wait long then.

Tilting his head back he called out for an opponent. Anyone would do.