Working out the kinks

Takeshi had made leaps and bounds in his efforts to become a good and fitting son and Ashen member. His skills had been honed and his body showed the fruits of his labor, growing hard and lean with muscle. He was a force to be reckoned with already, but it didn’t mean he could be complacent. In fact, it was just the opposite. He felt he needed to strive even further, his need to impress and be accepted by his family sending him, for seemingly the millionth time, up to the battlefield. However, when he got there, the last thing he’d expected to see was his uncle. A grin lit up the yearling’s maw as he strode forward, offering the mottled man a respectful dip of his head. He didn’t have many memories of the Genji man, but the ones he did have were positive. He knew of the reason that had taken his uncle away from Ashen, an endeavor that deserved his respect, so he placed no blame on him.