Peace

[kingoftruth]

There is an empty clearing, far away from the hurried training grounds frequented by most of the golden army, where a man is moving slowly, surely through different katas. This is his private training space, set in land he owns himself; a place he may go where no one will disturb him. There are few who know even of its existence, and fewer its location, and he prefers it that way. He can truly be alone here. Maybe that's why he runs through the katas in only a loose pair of trousers, that long black hair free of any adornment save the bands that hold it back from his face. The sight would be a welcome one to any woman's eyes, save for the ghastly scar that bites deeply across one side, evidence that the man has certainly seen battle, but it bothers him not. Because for now?

There is only peace. Will you let it last, or interrupt?