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[Kunzite stands, one hand pressed against the stone wall over which water flows. It's a small waterfall, a nostalgic setting which triggers memories from what seems like an eternity ago. Everyone he's trained with here is dead and gone, now. Only he remains.
He tilts his head forward, letting the water run over him. The day's sword training is complete; his shitennou uniform has been shirked to cleanse himself of sweat and grime in this place of purity and peace. Droplets of water wash over his chest and soak his pants; he doesn't care, consumed by thought. Little does he know... he and his surroundings have been brought to the strange intermingling of worlds.
Disrupt him from his thoughts...?]
He tilts his head forward, letting the water run over him. The day's sword training is complete; his shitennou uniform has been shirked to cleanse himself of sweat and grime in this place of purity and peace. Droplets of water wash over his chest and soak his pants; he doesn't care, consumed by thought. Little does he know... he and his surroundings have been brought to the strange intermingling of worlds.
Disrupt him from his thoughts...?]