thinkin' deep thoughts

While Kuroo had not been a part of the official raid upon their lands, he had stayed behind to assist Rheum and Fuji in collecting healing supplies. With the young girls' due diligence, they had plenty stocked and ready to go in case someone were to be fatally injured. After all that had been said and done, Kuroo made his way to the bay to ensure the larder was stocked with enough food. All of Tojo's fighters would surely be starved by the time they returned from defending their turf. In a way, Kuroo was proud of his family, but also wavering on how essential he really was to Tojo.

He sat upon the beach, his toes flexing in the wet sand, and stared apprehensively at the horizon. Sunset was approaching and casting an array of oranges and reds across the waters. Sparkling and shifting, he could tell winter was coming. The brisk autumn breeze, while still slightly warm and balmy, was colder than usual. It never snowed this far south and Kuroo was thankful for it. Either way, he sat there, wondering if maybe the Kaicho would promote him someday. Maybe he should ask...

Kuroo Shima