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Kujo took a quick look around before turning to face Jirou again. "You sure know how to choose them," he said with a grin before sitting down on a small boulder nearby. The spiritual energy he had felt before had all but disappeared. Kujo looked up at the black sky, rays of moonlight filtering...

Kujo caught the bandages and nodded at Jirou before kneeling down and beginning to wrap up his wound, wincing a bit as it made contact with the bandages. After about a minute or so, he stood back up, gently moving his arm around to test his range of motion. He considered himself lucky that it...

Kujo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as the arrow was wrenched from his shoulder. He let out a gasp as Jirou finished the procedure, holding the palm of his hand up to the wound to stop too much blood from flowing out before he could properly bandage it. Kujo watched as Jirou lit the...

Kujo sprinted toward the gate, dodging arrows as they flew at him. He was within a few feet of Jirou when he made a wrong move, resulting in an arrow being lodged in his shoulder. Kujo let out a soft grunt and grasped the arrow, breaking off most of the shaft, before continuing toward the exit...

Kujo sighed. Jirou was probably right. Killing them would only make things worse off for them. He switched to a defensive stance and waited for the man to get close enough to attack him. The man swung his sword wildly in Kujo's direction, which he easily dodged. He continued dodging and parrying...

Kujo looked back as the figures approached and drew their weapons, letting out a soft sigh as he placed his hand around the grip of his sword, clenching it tightly, prepared to draw it if the need arose. "What was that you said about peace not lasting?" He said quietly to Jirou before turning...

"Right," Kujo said, taking Jirou's hand in his. Jirou had kind of lost him with his luck monologue, but he figured it was probably the alcohol. He was, however, relieved to see that Jirou made no adverse reaction to his name. "As long as I've been able to carry one," was his response to Jirou's...

"A destination?" Kujo rubbed his whiskered chin, seemingly deep in thought. He wasn't exactly familiar with most of the lands down south; most of his travelling had been between a few modest villages and townships around the border to the Eretejva Tundra. "Not exactly. I'm not too familiar with...

"Of course," Kujo chuckled, sipping his sake. "But I don't think I'll be sticking around here much longer, waiting for work to come to me." He let out a sigh as he refilled his cup. It seemed like everywhere he went, people were living out their lives in relative peace. They had no need for...

Despite noticing Jirou's unoccupied sleeve, Kujo decided against mentioning it. That was his business. Kujo nodded as he took the cup from his new acquaintance, lifting it to his face and closing his eyes as he took in the aroma, before letting out a soft sigh. "Thank you for the drink, friend...

Kujo was a bit surprised when he bumped into Jirou upon just leaving the tavern, but this did not stop him from smiling back. Sake. They had had it back at the Temple; it was the drink of choice for the Spirit Warriors. Despite practically being a servant, Kujo did partake on a few occasions...

Rays of light filtered through the crimson curtains that were draped over the tavern's windows, casting the interior into an ominous red hue. The sound of voices speaking softly filled the air, as did the smell of burning incense. Everything was relatively calm; people kept to themselves mostly...