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

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[kingoftruth]

Only after his kata is complete does Kunzite relax. His weapon is slowly lowered, and standing in place, he turns only his head toward his fellow shitennou, calling out without looking,

"Zoisite."

[kingoftruth]

"You have nothing to fear," he answers calmly, remaining still, clearly finish, for the moment, with his training. "I do not hold you responsible for the workings of the nexus."

[kingoftruth]

Calm... Peace... For now, they hold true. For now, his mind is truly blank. That is what the katas are for; to free from his mind his troubles. Until they return, that is. There's the slightest shake of his head, as if to prevent them from returning, before he answers.

"None. For now."

For it won't be long till the troubles creep within him once more, leaving him to brood yet again on the many things that weigh him down.

[kingoftruth]

There's a shake of his head, and even a slight smile, as he moves to one side for a moment, placing his sword on a set of branches that form a convenient resting place.

"You are welcome here, Zoisite."

[kingoftruth]

There's an arched eyebrow and he gestures towards the other man.

"Feel free to enter. If you like, we may even spar. You will merely... have to forgive my state of dress. I was not expecting company."

[kingoftruth]

"If you wish," he answers, leaving the choice to the younger man. While he would welcome a spar with his fellow shitennou, he would also welcome just a peaceful conversation, perhaps, or company. After all, it's simply nice to have peace among them.