My Doctor Told Me To Start Killing People

After his fight with the lion, Sin had emerged victorious but with a price. His face had deep scratches from the cats claws that no matter what, would scar. The wound bled, though not as profusely as when it had initially happened. They were also irritating, the wound stretched from above his left eye to below his right eye. Clearly across his face. The thought of having scars wouldn't bother him, it would make him appear all the more fierce in the future.

His body ached as he traveled back to the north lands, bruises and cuts stinging with the salty wind as he drew closer to the shore. He sought the sea water, and once he reached it he immediately slid his body into it and winced as the salt stung his wounds, but as soon as it subsided the water would begin to numb the pain he began to feel.