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Kura looks at Jay for a long time and then up at the sky. "Of course I'll help you, but something you should remember Jay. 'When you love, love with all your heart, even if you have no love returned. When you laugh, laugh with everything you can, lest you die tommorow. And when you feel sad, cry little, lest you miss the other times you can make up for it in.' I've been alone for many many years Kimache-dono...but even with your supposed loss, I would give up every power, everything I have and ever have had. My speed, knowledge, wisdom, everything to have had those moments that you held with another."

Kura gently patted Jay's shoulder and slowly strode toward the forest, his wrapped feet making no sound and his golden eyes staring out in front of him, silence prevailing. Order the master, and life the power it holds itself with.

Kura stopped and looked back at Jay. "Kimache-san...I don't find my clothes. I must make them. I don't have anything to buy them with, and I don't steal. All my clothes are special because they all have their uses, this yukata weighs about 100 pounds even. It is made from a special material that I've been lucky enough to find multiple times...once you learn the hard life of making your own clothes...continue on your thoughts Jay...if you need me you can always find me." He walked into the wilderness needing to go and be in the field for a bit.

Ultima continued to walk forward with his mace in hand. He had yet to use it properlly so he played around with its weght in his hands. He would move to his left toss it up and turn over to have it land in his right. The top was beautifully weighted and he threw it directly at a rock that instantly burst in two.

"ecxeptional" he smirked then went to pick it up and caught a look inside of the rock. a nice silver deposit. he grabbed the silver ore with his mace and held it in his right hand with the mace in the left as he walked further.

Matthew had wandered away, his mind had begun churrning out the after effects f what would happen if he came in contact with that light. The Black would definately force it's way out of his body, and it would all end in a bloody mess, his body sapsuming until it just collapsed in a heap. The black would not leave him living if it were to escape.

Oh well, maybe the warmth was not all it was cracked up to be, he could get the same warmth from a campfire, but he could not help thinking what it would be like if the black just was not there.

Matthew's ears twitched. He spun around, kicking up some dust as he did so. His eyes locked on his new follower. He looked for a second, he is armed. Matthew took a fighting stance, and waited. "Why do you follow me?" Matthew spoke in a stern voice.

His eyes were locked on the weapons, if they moved, he was ready.

Matthew calmed himself, and droped his fighting stance. "My name is Matthew, I arrived here only a few days ago" he spoke, looking at the man before him.

"May I ask you name, if were are going to be fighting alongside eachother one day, I might as well know who some of my companions are." He continued.

Matthew bowed slightly, vigilant of the area around him. "I am a monk, I was trained in the martial arts and spiritual serenity." he said, looking at the ground now, then shaking his head, bringing his eyes back to the man before him.

"Unlike your style, I can only break bones." he said, leaning into a tree.