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The Red Beast roared and the Assassin smiled.
"You are my stalker!" The beast cried.
"I am" The assassin replied.
"You are my killer!" The beast screamed.
"I am" The assassin said.
"You are my Shadow!" The beast roared.
"I am" The Assassin replied.
The Red Beast fell and the Assassin waited.
The Red beast did not move and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast did not breathe and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast died and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast awoke and the Assassin smiled.
"You are still here." The Red Beast said.
" I am your shadow." The Assassin replied.
The Red beast embraced the Assassin.
The badlands, some called them, other's referred to them as the wastelands. Regardless of the name the vast desert-like area on the outskirts of Starthra were unlike anything Xanoken had ever encountered. Sweltering, humid heat during the day and cold miserable nights made for an all together unpleasant experience. The countless numbers of beasts that seemed to inhabit the badlands didn't make the trek any easier, either. Xanoken wondered briefly if there were gods above, as so many claimed, then why they would create such a miserable place.
It had been roughly four months since the incident at the temple and Xano's trek through the badlands and the young assassin found himself a welcomed guest at the Benzar Dojo. Many men, women and children had recounted the tale of the day that the foreign assassin returned with the Red Warrior, Katsujirou Kato, strapped across his horse's back. Since his return Xanoken had visited Katsujirou's room everyday to check on the progress of the one he referred to as "Red Man." Day after day, for four months there had been no improvements. The Benzar seemed to had taken a liking to the foreign assassin for they treated him with far more respect than they had his last visit to the dojo. Xano was, in truth, quite impressed with the dojo. Everything they did, they did with perfection, if a task was done, it was done right the first time.
The past four months had proven to be relatively uneventful for the young assassin. Spending his time training with the benzar and caring for the comatose Katsujirou took up a great deal of his time, yet somehow the assassin still found time every morning to sit out on the steps of the dojo and meditate. One of the things Xano had learned from Katsujirou was that sometimes the mind could be sharper than the sword and the young assassin did all he could to sharpen his mind as best he could. The rising sun was particularly beautiful this morning. Basking in the glow of it's radiance the young assassin rest his hands upon his knees as he sat with his legs crossed beneath him.
The female benzar, Aiko had yet to return from the badlands and Xano had no choice but to assume the worst. Frightening crimson eyes looked out at the steps down below him, the light from reflecting off of his pale skin. Xano supposed it was foolish to expect the woman to return. No woman could have survived that. Xano thought to himself.
"She was no woman...she was Benzar." Xano reminded himself as he closed his eyes. The young Nameless knew something was coming. He could feel it in the air, something was going to happen and it was going to happen soon.
"You are my stalker!" The beast cried.
"I am" The assassin replied.
"You are my killer!" The beast screamed.
"I am" The assassin said.
"You are my Shadow!" The beast roared.
"I am" The Assassin replied.
The Red Beast fell and the Assassin waited.
The Red beast did not move and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast did not breathe and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast died and still the Assassin waited.
The Red Beast awoke and the Assassin smiled.
"You are still here." The Red Beast said.
" I am your shadow." The Assassin replied.
The Red beast embraced the Assassin.
The badlands, some called them, other's referred to them as the wastelands. Regardless of the name the vast desert-like area on the outskirts of Starthra were unlike anything Xanoken had ever encountered. Sweltering, humid heat during the day and cold miserable nights made for an all together unpleasant experience. The countless numbers of beasts that seemed to inhabit the badlands didn't make the trek any easier, either. Xanoken wondered briefly if there were gods above, as so many claimed, then why they would create such a miserable place.
It had been roughly four months since the incident at the temple and Xano's trek through the badlands and the young assassin found himself a welcomed guest at the Benzar Dojo. Many men, women and children had recounted the tale of the day that the foreign assassin returned with the Red Warrior, Katsujirou Kato, strapped across his horse's back. Since his return Xanoken had visited Katsujirou's room everyday to check on the progress of the one he referred to as "Red Man." Day after day, for four months there had been no improvements. The Benzar seemed to had taken a liking to the foreign assassin for they treated him with far more respect than they had his last visit to the dojo. Xano was, in truth, quite impressed with the dojo. Everything they did, they did with perfection, if a task was done, it was done right the first time.
The past four months had proven to be relatively uneventful for the young assassin. Spending his time training with the benzar and caring for the comatose Katsujirou took up a great deal of his time, yet somehow the assassin still found time every morning to sit out on the steps of the dojo and meditate. One of the things Xano had learned from Katsujirou was that sometimes the mind could be sharper than the sword and the young assassin did all he could to sharpen his mind as best he could. The rising sun was particularly beautiful this morning. Basking in the glow of it's radiance the young assassin rest his hands upon his knees as he sat with his legs crossed beneath him.
The female benzar, Aiko had yet to return from the badlands and Xano had no choice but to assume the worst. Frightening crimson eyes looked out at the steps down below him, the light from reflecting off of his pale skin. Xano supposed it was foolish to expect the woman to return. No woman could have survived that. Xano thought to himself.
"She was no woman...she was Benzar." Xano reminded himself as he closed his eyes. The young Nameless knew something was coming. He could feel it in the air, something was going to happen and it was going to happen soon.