Yuudai would have returned to his trying to relax and power through his grieving process for his master. Without much to focus on anymore, he figured that a small exploration of the village would be useful for when he had fully returned to duty, which could prove to seemingly be soon enough. Honestly, after having helped Aura, he had remained within the village itself, not even seeing a point in going too far out from it again. It was just too much effort to return and, honestly, he already camped out in it and had been involved in enough to hold his curiosity over in that part of the land. Perhaps he could go to another island? He does have a boat now. It could prove useful if he wanted to see what exactly was on the other islands of the land, as he had only ever remained on the mainland. Yeah, it was certainly a possibility that he could do that and probably even end up finding something useful as well, like some ruins to explore or an item to examine and cool around with.

Nonetheless however, that would be for later. For now, he was in the near-swampy outskirts of the village, where one could clearly see a swamp around the area and the ever present mist would be slightly thicker and the trees more overgrown, and the reason why he was here? He hadn't a clue, this was all apart of his exploration, his taking in the sights of the village and getting a look of talked about places. Ironically enough one of these places would be something called the "forgotten well", a forgotten landmark that seemingly wasn't forgotten enough for people to talk about it on occasion, about how it looked like something out of the horror genre. Looking at it now, he could agree with those observations himself. It looked like a place where bodies would be dumped and, frankly, the fact there wasn't much more around it only made it seem all the more odd.

Approaching the well, he would withdraw his kunai as he examined the old stone that made it what it was, scraping away at the material that was wasting away with age, taking notice at how in some parts held fungi while others an apparent cocktail between weeds and mold, the sickly green color revealed as it was matted upon the edge of the weapon. He would make a sound of disgust, a "eugh" as he would scrap the contents against the overgrown grass, getting most of it off of his weapon. He would then examine the moldy rope itself, with such a thing making him wonder how it held anything up for this long. Honestly, this thing was a dump, a run down, semi-useless well, and as he looked at the rotted out bucket that would be attached to the rope, he wondered how it even carries water anymore. Of course, there was the dark abyss of a well itself, one of which he could not see the bottom of, almost appearing as though it was an endless pit, looking to swallow the clumsy and the unsuspecting.

With this, he would take a step away from the well itself, crossing his hands together, with the thick green cloth covering his forearms overlapping as he would shake his head a little in order to remove the red bangs that came from his black head of hair out of his eyes. His light frown and partially lidded black eyes explained a feeling of being unimpressed by what he is seeing, and it would be correct. There wasn't anything extraordinary about this well at all, not even a ghost or anything of the sort that would help retain the creepy atmosphere it gave off. All in all, this may have been a waste of a trip.

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