- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 4:00pm Est to 12:00am
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
"Ah welcome back to the land of the living warrior." it wasn't Jiro's voice he heard. A slender man in black silk cloths stood over him "Now lay back down." he smiled. Before Yori could protest the man gripped his forearms and pressed on two specific spots. Yori's arms went limp and the man put him back to bed. The man was older, gray hairs peaked from the messy black toughs on his head. "I am Kawazoe Taro, the town doctor. Please forgive my attire Jrio brought us here at a rather late hour." Kawazoe chuckled.
"My sword.." Yori said wearily.
"In due time, you are still healing the extent of your injuries were quite fatal. Much of your armor had to be pried off, then forged back on. Your body will feel very tight for the next couple of days. I have to say warrior your body is unlike anything I've ever seen, I thought you a monster at first." he frowned.
"Kawazoe is the fool awake yet!" a gruff voice yelled from outside the room. The door to the room flung open and revealed a large muscular man with white hair and a pipe in his mouth.
"Yes but not for long." Kawazoe said reluctantly
The large man knelt down and grabbed Yori by the back of his neck, his eyes fierce "You stupid fool taking Gin on by yourself! What exactly were you trying to prove?" he bellowed at Yori, his breath smelling of tobacco.
"Saruwatari please you'll tear his stitches." Kawazoe sighed.
Saruwatari tossed Yori back to his bed and stomped out of the room.
Yori's vision began to blur. "Sleep warrior, you can address everyone in the morning." Kawazoe said with a smile. Sleep took Yori quickly.
A sunbeam found its way on to Yori's face as if saying "It's time to get up." The morning was surprisingly peaceful. Yori slowly rose from his bed, a white pain shot through body. The doctor was right everything was tight, but something else was strange. The warrior looked over his body and noticed that chunks of his enhancements were patched with steel, most notably a third of his chest plate.
"Forgive us as we had to improvise, your technology is to advanced for us." Jrio stood in the doorway his arms crossed. "How are you feeling?" Jrio approached.
"My sword.." Yori said wearily.
"In due time, you are still healing the extent of your injuries were quite fatal. Much of your armor had to be pried off, then forged back on. Your body will feel very tight for the next couple of days. I have to say warrior your body is unlike anything I've ever seen, I thought you a monster at first." he frowned.
"Kawazoe is the fool awake yet!" a gruff voice yelled from outside the room. The door to the room flung open and revealed a large muscular man with white hair and a pipe in his mouth.
"Yes but not for long." Kawazoe said reluctantly
The large man knelt down and grabbed Yori by the back of his neck, his eyes fierce "You stupid fool taking Gin on by yourself! What exactly were you trying to prove?" he bellowed at Yori, his breath smelling of tobacco.
"Saruwatari please you'll tear his stitches." Kawazoe sighed.
Saruwatari tossed Yori back to his bed and stomped out of the room.
Yori's vision began to blur. "Sleep warrior, you can address everyone in the morning." Kawazoe said with a smile. Sleep took Yori quickly.
A sunbeam found its way on to Yori's face as if saying "It's time to get up." The morning was surprisingly peaceful. Yori slowly rose from his bed, a white pain shot through body. The doctor was right everything was tight, but something else was strange. The warrior looked over his body and noticed that chunks of his enhancements were patched with steel, most notably a third of his chest plate.
"Forgive us as we had to improvise, your technology is to advanced for us." Jrio stood in the doorway his arms crossed. "How are you feeling?" Jrio approached.