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It was a rather nice evening, and Hiro didn't wander back to the hut as early as he usually did, instead stopping by the larger waterfall to sit and enjoy the quiet. He found a rock to sit on and settled on top of it, letting his legs dangle down so the water could lap against his bare feet.
It had been quite a few months since he had come to the island. He was finally starting to get used to things, and it made it easier to relax. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on back home, how Ando was, how, well, everyone was. As much as he tried, he couldn't quite put aside the need to help and worry about people, with or without his powers.
He was starting to get better with his sword, at least. He practiced because he hoped it'd make up for what he lost, to be able to say he could do something if trouble arose. He thought he was getting better, though he didn't think he was good enough yet to do something about that tourney he read about. Maybe next time, but not just yet.
The katana was at his side, but he didn't pick it up. He decided right now he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself instead of giving in to the feeling of needing to be on the go. After all, nearly all the movies he had ever seen showed the warriors practicing centering themselves in places just like the one he was sitting in, so he figured maybe he'd give that a try too.
It couldn't hurt, after all.
[OOC: Tags will be slowish as I'm still achy from my tooth pulling, but don't be afraid to tag!]
It had been quite a few months since he had come to the island. He was finally starting to get used to things, and it made it easier to relax. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on back home, how Ando was, how, well, everyone was. As much as he tried, he couldn't quite put aside the need to help and worry about people, with or without his powers.
He was starting to get better with his sword, at least. He practiced because he hoped it'd make up for what he lost, to be able to say he could do something if trouble arose. He thought he was getting better, though he didn't think he was good enough yet to do something about that tourney he read about. Maybe next time, but not just yet.
The katana was at his side, but he didn't pick it up. He decided right now he just wanted to relax and enjoy himself instead of giving in to the feeling of needing to be on the go. After all, nearly all the movies he had ever seen showed the warriors practicing centering themselves in places just like the one he was sitting in, so he figured maybe he'd give that a try too.
It couldn't hurt, after all.
[OOC: Tags will be slowish as I'm still achy from my tooth pulling, but don't be afraid to tag!]