Wulfram Dierk Armistead:
The dark haired knight smirked as he thought of the months spent repairing the barracks to the slight glory he had achieved, the few friends he had made, Lady Asami, Shigeru, that odd Bunji fellow. Tossing the tack of Cervantes' saddle over the large beast, smirking as he did so and the horse retorted with a small kick, the buckles rattling, the leather stretching, and the fabric pulling. Wulfram tugged it all tight and began setting the rest of the aperature into place. Hooking the cart into the appropriate placements, he brushed his hands carefully over the horse's frame a few times to quiet him, to soothe his large friend.
"Shhh, shhh. It's alright boy. We're going home soon. If Ganymede is still out there after all this time, she's doing far better than me. Hell, I bet she's just as rough and tumble as I've been, and without the help of a majestic stallion like yourself to get there." He chuckled to himself as he pat the equine on the back of the neck and moved to begin lifting crates of fabric and lumber into the back of the cart.
"Don't know why the ******** we came to this place, aside from her. Shouldn't have bothered setting roots when I didn't find her immediately. Ah, by the hells, it coul' be worse, couldn't it buddy." He said as he loaded up the last few crates.
The last item to go into the cart was an anvil, a two-hundrend and ten pound monstrosity, london patterned, quite the rare find in these lands, that he had managed to get his hands on. Patting it as he set the rear gate on the cart, he would then climb into the front of the cart and with a slight pull of the straps, send his horse into a march towards the docks.
Masahiro Hama Hatake:
The Sealing Sword Saint made his way through the old district of Takumi, hands wandering over old sculptures and across the facades of buildings he had known from his younger years as he traversed the memories of years long passed. The smile on his face remained and he let himself begin to sing as he thought of the situation at hand, and just what it all meant as he continued forward with where he planned. Back to Europe, back to where it all began, and hopefully where it all ended. Where the beast inside of his soul took root. His left hand rose and set over his heart and he felt the stirring of his inner demons as he felt the madness in his soul and mind flourish up. His chakra flared and white lightning danced around his frame for a few moments, until it came to settle. He travelled light, but where he was going, it would be harder to fit in if he had nothing to blend it.
Raising his right hand he coursed chakra through his gauntlets and with a bright flash of white light across his body a suit of steel armor, ala Tadesca pattern, materialized across his frame. Pulling the helmet into his hand, he tucked his plait of hair into the armor, and then pulled on his fabric coif and the helmet. Changing heading straight for the docks, he continued to sing.
"Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling.
Maybe that's the way I should go,
Straight into the mouth of the unknown."
He began, his eyes scanning the area around him as he hit the port authority and declared what he had upon himself, removing his weaponry for inspection, before continuing on with his song.
"I left the spare key on the table
Never really thought I'd be able to say
I merely visit on the weekends
I lost my whole life and a dear friend."
The guard looked up to him and began to hum the tune alongside him, the pair of them nodding in time as Masahiro held the helmet in his hand. Once they finished the inspection
"I finally put it all together,
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine,
I had to say goodbye for the last time."
He carried on along his way to the ship, sidling up beside another knight, who rode on a cart drawn by a horse. The man looked down to him with a smirk and patted the seat beside him.
Wulfram and Masahiro:
Masahiro clambered into the seat next to the stranger, his armor not hindering him much as he did so. The stranger offered him a cloak to cover the steel with as he sat beside him, and the pair sat in discussion for a while of the matters to come and the journey.
It would truly be a long road and boat ride to come. But the days were ones they could count together on the seas.
[ [ I bid you, adieu. Masahiro and Wulfram have exited the Shinobi Nations. ] ]
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