The return of the DM
[sblock=Kaoru Leng Shen]Kaoru makes a circle kick to the head of the bandit, but the bandit dodge it in the last moment. The pirate takes his chance with Kaoru, not realizing he was alone. He tries to hit Kaoru with a quick jab, but misses shamefully.
Next: Shen Rui
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The communal room seems in peace. You hear the snores of the other sailors, and the noise of the ship, cutting the water. You go to sleep again, sensing nothing wrong.
The morning was clear and fair, the sea air hit your face, cold but refreshing. After a quick breakfast, you and the sailors get to your respective jobs. The morning last what a sigh lasts, and you were sitting on the table again, for the lunch rice. While eating you saw the watcher running to the captain’s cabin. The lad had worriment in his eyes.
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As every morning you woke up with the sun rising, and made your morning prays alone. You walked down the temple corridors, bathed in sunlight. When you entered the room, your pupils were waiting to begin the day’s lesson. In that occasion, you thought them of the spirit realm, a place where all the souls of the dead were supposed to journey after their bodies died.
The hours passed quickly, and you found yourself sharing lunch with your students. One of them asked you something about your previous lesson, which got your attention. “Master, what would happened if the sprits couldn’t get into that realm?” In the moment you dissipated your student’s curiosity schooling him about not talking during lunch, but the boy’s ingénue question wrote itself down in your consciousness. With that in mind, and a cup of tea in hand, you walked down the hill in which the temple was built. The day was beautiful and the sun shined, radiant, as always.
You walked to a willow tree, and sat down on the shaded grass. You contemplated the landscape, and meditated about the student’s question and it’s dire answer.
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While your eyes were closed you felt something behind you. The air moved strangely around you. With a tumble you step up, with your guard up. Such was your surprise, that you loose the grasp of your gun. You were staring at your old master, and he was looking you back. The tree trunk could be seen from behind the ethereal visage of the old man. He was just as you recall him, but thinner, with pale skin and bonny hands.
“My dear student” he spoke. “It’s me, Kin Wu, your first master.” The ghost introduced, unnecessarily. “I have come to you, in a moment of need, could you spare a moment for your old Master, my child?” Sadness was in Kin Wu’s spirit’s eyes. A strong emotion grew in your chest, and your eyes got wet. It was him, your master, your father, the one you thought you’ll never see again, here speaking to you.
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