[Closed]
Characters: Mifune, Kanda, Heine (?)
Location: Near Shibusen, Mifune's training area
Rating:
Time: September 27, mid morning (backdated)
Description: A short encounter between familiar strangers.
If there was one thing Mifune was very impressed with Shibusen, it was their impressive capacity to organize the city to reconstructing the damages to the place caused by the war. It was almost magical, if Mifune didn't know how much time and labor went into the repairs (and had been part of it himself, that one unfortunately day). He sat at the top of Shibusen's entrance stairway for a short while, watching men hurrying about clearing the debris brought about by Justin Law and Giriko's skirmish (for it wasn't anything but that). There were fallen buildings this time. He wondered how long it would take them to fix those.
Eventually, he got off his seat to retreat from the sun to his training grounds. It was a small patch of trees just behind Shibusen, inclined as was natural from Shibusen's position in the city's geography, and the closest anyone could get to a forest in the middle of the desert. They'd given it to him when he agreed to teach their children in return for Angela's protection.
How effective would Shibusen be, if their own allies asked for witch blood? It was a question that had nagged him since the events of the day before, and hours of brooding later and he was still nowhere close to an answer. He sat at the edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree and hidden by its shade. Three of his swords were bare, sitting on his lap.
Location: Near Shibusen, Mifune's training area
Rating:
Time: September 27, mid morning (backdated)
Description: A short encounter between familiar strangers.
If there was one thing Mifune was very impressed with Shibusen, it was their impressive capacity to organize the city to reconstructing the damages to the place caused by the war. It was almost magical, if Mifune didn't know how much time and labor went into the repairs (and had been part of it himself, that one unfortunately day). He sat at the top of Shibusen's entrance stairway for a short while, watching men hurrying about clearing the debris brought about by Justin Law and Giriko's skirmish (for it wasn't anything but that). There were fallen buildings this time. He wondered how long it would take them to fix those.
Eventually, he got off his seat to retreat from the sun to his training grounds. It was a small patch of trees just behind Shibusen, inclined as was natural from Shibusen's position in the city's geography, and the closest anyone could get to a forest in the middle of the desert. They'd given it to him when he agreed to teach their children in return for Angela's protection.
How effective would Shibusen be, if their own allies asked for witch blood? It was a question that had nagged him since the events of the day before, and hours of brooding later and he was still nowhere close to an answer. He sat at the edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree and hidden by its shade. Three of his swords were bare, sitting on his lap.