i like it here so imma keep posting aws here

It so happened that Usagi retreated to this glade as well, seeking its silent splendor. The rain pattered against his charcoal and scarlet coat but he remain unphazed, his chartreuse eyes taking in the secluded yet homely spot of land they were fortunate enough to have for their own. The cats that roamed amongst worn structures and dilapidated huts now huddled for shelter from the downpour, occasionally flitting past his feet to dart for more secure and drier quarters. Even the koi that usually lingered at the surface of the algae-muddled ponds were barely seen in the depths, seemingly bothered by the constant vibrations of raindrops hitting the surface in rapid fire plinks. But much like Hattori, the warrior simply drank in the sights and marveled at their beauty, the wisteria’s peak blooms easing whatever homesickness threatened to wallow up within him here and there. It was like a drink of much needed water after ages of thirst. Refreshing and all around rejuvenating.

Through the roaring rain, the unmistakeable figure of his leader came into view. The dire man was reminiscing silently, letting his own eyes glance up at the blooming flowers and around the sanctuary they both found themselves in. The hohei rolled his shoulders - no sword on his back for this adventure, he felt bringing his weapon into such a quiet land seemed wrong in some sense - as he approached Hattori. Not too close, just enough to be within speaking distance.

”Kaicho,” He greeted his superior, offering a respectful dip of his head. His flop ear flicked away the drops of rain that pelted it, but he otherwise remained still as ever. Peace in the raging storm.

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