gregar828
((Yea, your having a trouble wanting to do this, and I'm kinda bored with training for now anyways. So I'm going to sneak my way out of this and see if I cant do a mission or something.))
Masaki found his body slipping to the ground again, but he managed to catch himself in time stimbling forward a step. Just one more. He stared at his sensei wondering what he was thinking before it happened. Suddenly he dropped forward and coughed up a splatter of blood. His vision was becoming hazy, and it was clear something was very wrong. What had done this? He wasnt a medic, he had no idea to prescribe the problem for every part of him hurt, and his mind had become foggy. The berserker inside him, which had been struggling so to keep him moving past the pain, finally gave in. I... Can't do it. The thought shook him to the bone, but he knew it was true. These were not the injuries you just ignored, something had done more damage than he had thought and if he continued he just might die. The Masaki who would continue regardless, who would keep pushing for strength even if it cost his life, was gone. Masaki was mourning his old self, for all of a sudden he had reason to stay alive, a goal, and that was destroying his personality. Standing clumsily, not even attempting to wipe the blood or wet dirt from his hands he dropped his head in the best bow he could manage and began stumbling towards the hospital. His voice had become so hoarse and raw that he wasn't even able to beg forgiveness or say goodbye. He simply stumbled on his way arms ready to catch him should he fall again, though a part of him knew he probably wouldnt be able toget up another time.
[exit to Kiri hospital]
