Aethir stood where he was, eyeing the boy by his feet, eventually watched as he passed out, this time for sure. '
And that's why we don't pick on strangers my dear boy.' Aethir looked over to some villagers near him who were eyeing him as if he were a criminal on the wanted boards. Eventually, one of them, and old man, started to speak of teaching kids now a days a lesson. '
What is this old man on about...? And how did this even come to be ...?' Aethir eyed the old man as he slowly nodded, smiling to the man. "
Ah well, no harm no foul! But ...I did harm him...Um...contradiction there..." As the old man began to depart, the villagers returning to their activities, Aethir had to ponder. '
I'm pretty sure we could have just talked it out...Me and that boy...Though he's pretty protective of his friend. What was his name...? Anta...An...something...' Aethir scratched the side of head, soon feeling some sort of liquid touching his scalp. He turned to look at his crimson red fingers shimmering in the sunlight. "
Blood... It must be his...But I don't recall punching him that hard...Hmm..." The ronin simply inhaled and exhaled, walking back to the corner he was getting ready turn. "
Maybe he's more squishy than I thought...? Hmm...I don't know..." He stopped at the corner, looking at his red splotched hands, sighing. "I should wash my hands before going out and training I think..." he shrugged, walking past the corner, going further down the road. "
Wash my hands before Antanas wonders who's blood this is. Then I'll be in a bind~" he chuckled lightly, thinking about the scenario. "
Oh you know, I kinda beaten up your friend. Don't know his name. But hey, let's continue our lessons~!" He stopped to laugh to himself, shaking his head before continuing to his home.
The ronin then stopped, staring at the ground as the winds of Konoha blew past him. '
But that boy... He had to of known he was outmatched from the way I've dodged.' he blinked, thinking more and more about the battle, possibly to the point of over thinking it. '
If he was really his friend, he'd fight to his dying breath...' Aethir's mind flashed the image of the beaten up boy on the ground by his leg. '
If he wasn't...he'd run. Hmm...I wonder if Anta...something...would do the same for that boy.' Aethir scratched the side of his head, more of the boy's blood ending up in his hair. "
Damn it... That's it, time to just take a bath..." he sighed, walking down the path, eyeing his apartment area. '
But that's something to think about. Anta speaks of becoming strong to protect his friends...but how much is he willing to- ...Bah, why the hell am I even thinking this deeply about people I just met? ...Eh... The ronin finally concluded his insanely deep thinking session as he walked into the apartment area, climbing some stairs to reach the door at the end. He opened it, took off his bloody jacket and shirt, making his way right over to the bathroom as he carefully watched where he stepped, his house being littered with clothes. "
Just run the water..." he sighed, washing his hands as the shower water began to run, warming up. "
And relax...Yes..." he nodded to himself, stretching for a bit before proceeding with washing the blood from his body.
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Strength: B -> B-1 700/700[Exit Thread]