The Day of Thunder

Naaaaah. Satsuki, Ranmaru, and Shang seem chill with the Lion.

I will say that brutal post entertained me greatly.

“The meat shouldn’t make one sick, if prepared correctly. I met someone that offered some of the milk. It tasted weird and gave me terrible stomach pain after. I don’t recommend it,” Sukuna looked a bit green even remembering it.

“It’s rough up there. I heard many speak of it before. How were you able to find food enough to support your people? You said that grains are a bit harder to come by, I assume a bit of buckwheat here and there. Poultry produce eggs, of course. I guess cattle produce for the people there that could s...

“That explains a lot,” thoughtfully, Sukuna brouht up her hand to her chin, thumb and forefinger having cupped it.

“Well, in the end we were able to get along. She even expressed interest in my traveling through the Crab territories to offer my aid.”

There’s a bit of visible discomfort in the monk as she thinks back to her former family, “The Shoji. The forest provides only so much on the years of particular rough weather. And for hunting, well, there’s a cycle of birth rates between predator and prey.”

“Ah, I tried making small talk and she thought I had ulterior motives. Told me right away she was married, even. I was able to see that I wasn’t like her first impression at all,” with a slight chuckle, Sukuna taps her walking stick once against the bridge to focus herself. “Thankfully, she sees me ...

I just watched that Treehouse of Horror last night.

Glad I’m not a samurai.

Sukuna found herself all alone, traveling amongst the forest. It wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. But the sounds of the insects and owls faded as the world around her turned to nothing but black. There was absolutely no sound other than her footsteps. Nothing. She could feel her breath become fr...

“These lands are so vast, so one would be greatly blessed to see all of its secrets.” Sukuna gestures around vaguely. “As for the clothes and the eggs, that’s all I can really ask for.”

Sukuna runs her free hand through her hair, almost bashfully. “Ah, yes. I guess my hair would make me stand out amongst the others traveling through your Clan’s lands. I have been not to Great Falls, but it has been a while since I have been in Dragon lands. And, I have definitely traveled a bit, bu...

“I was thinking much the same.” Sukuna rubs her chin thoughtfully before turning to the young Dragon to give her a respectful bow in return. “Ah, I must apologize. I probably should have introduced myself first. Sukuna, a humble monk.”

The tapping of a walking stick on the wolf of the bridge sounded out among the garden. Well, to those on the bridge at the very least. The odd muted nature of the gardens had piqued the interest of the monk, Sukuna. With all the people seeming restless from last night to this garden apparently killi...

Hmmm… Day 2, what to do…

“Depends on how they decide to pay me. I’m fine with some grains and other food I can travel with. A few eggs here and there would be nice if they keep poultry. Extra layers in the winter is also fine. But things outside of bare necessities I could donate later.” Another swig from her own jug, Sukun...

“Oh, I had a name in childhood. But I cast aside that identity when I became a monk. A clean slate to work from. She takes her first drink of her sake, enjoying every moment of such a rare treat. “Ah, I’ve done lots of travel in higher elevations.” “Ah, thank you for the permission to pass through. ...

“Ah? Oh I forgot to introduce myself? That’s a bit embarrassing.” Sukuna accepts the bottle handed to her, looking over the earthenware bottle with a bit of interest. “Sukuna is the name I took.”

“I’m not one to lecture. It would sound so ridiculous coming from me.” Sukuna could imagine it in her head, but somehow keeps herself from laughing at that image. “The path to finding inner balance is a personal one, anyway.”

“Well, it’s easier to want not when you have nothing. I am content with my situation now.” The younger woman can’t help but curiously look Anjing over. “Though, it’s hard to deny an offer of sake. I guess a bit of a weakness of mine?”

“Ah, no disrespect to farmers. I just don’t like the idea of being forever known as someone’s wife and not an individual of note.”

At the question of her age, Sukuna had to think about it. “Ah, about 25 winters?”