behind the sun

It had been a while since the foul-tempered man had made his way to Boreas. He didn’t make it a routine to visit the larger continent very often to begin with, though, seeing as he felt quite satisfied with life in the bamboo maze anyways. His loved one - he still felt a bit odd saying boyfriend but it was obvious they were a pair - was settling into Tojo well, making a name for himself as a reliable, brave warrior. Just as he had always remembered the man, even back from home. His brother was also quite happy, content with his job as the official fisherman of the pack - or so he thought of him as. The piebald koi was a master at anything with a net, catching hoards of fish from the sea as if he had somehow summoned them into one convenient spot. And then there was Usagi himself, the man who had once again reached a familiar battleground with an unreadable expression. He supposed he was good at fighting - a smaller size and build meant he would always have a disadvantage from the start with larger opponents. Glancing back towards his wrapped hindlegs, he recalled his determination to succeed and become even better at his combat skills since his injury.

He was a determined soul, with a fire in his chest and a glint in his eyes. Sharp, formidable. And ready to spar.

Reaching one of the few sparring circles that were allocated upon the sandy, dry terrain, he once again grimaced inwardly at the feel of sand sharply flicking past his pelt in the hot wind. It wasn’t his favorite environment - he much preferred the mild tempered weather of the bamboo maze - but he needed a spar, and this was the prime spot to find an opponent. He shifted the sword that rested across his back, tipping back his head to call for someone to fight him.

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