Ah… the cottage was still up, safe and sound. Hyōen could see far into the distant woods of Worth Woodsea from the roof, and he felt so at home, more than ever before. It was neat to finally smell the trees here and feel the dirt beneath. What a wonder… he really missed this place. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t leave it, anyway, or at least not for quite a while now, so now that he had settled and all, it was time to adjust some things. First, Coda was crying with happiness as she flew around the woods of Worth Woodsea. They were surrounded by nature, their home. It was a pleasant feeling, and because that his cottage hadn’t taken any damage during his absence, he didn’t have to repair anything during the time that he would spend here. That meant that he could go straight to relaxation and training like the good old days, but… he had to visit her first. His mind cleared as he approached the place a few dozen meters away from the cottage’s wall, before he stood right in front of a grave. There were white flowers on it along with a few red and purple ones, and there was a ripped piece of bark functioning as a kind of tombstone buried on the surface, reading: Peace to You, Mother. He went silent for quite a while as he looked at the grave and remembered her voice and presence back in the day. He… he felt vulnerable without her. It was a long time ago, he shouldn’t feel like that. He had grown up a long time ago, he shouldn’t grief over a long, gone past that couldn’t be changed. Now, the grave was distracting him from his duties, so he had to take his departure and turn around, heading into the forest…
He suddenly clenched his fist as he was inside the shrubbery. Slowly lifting up his arm, he stood still for a moment, then ejected razor-sharp fire claws off his arm and elbow. The flames dazzled brightly and was surely a sight to behold, but he always speculated… there was more to it than this, weren’t there? Maybe he could… he didn’t even fully know nor was he fully sure, but he felt like improving a little thing about this spell of his. Aiming at the large boulder in front of him, he quickly tried to cut it down using the razor claws, revealing tracks of glowing, hot colors from the long lines that the blades impacted the rock. When looking at them, he felt… confident. However, there was something that he noticed; he just had to stay at least a meter from the rock? What if he could just eject the blades fully, launching them like shurikens… or like throwing daggers… that would have been a cool adaptation to the spell. The idea sounded lit, so he was finally set with it.
513/1000 (wished goal)