Also he could test his powers out on someone else that wasn’t a ghost or demon that he was friends with. A real individual he could push himself against. Not just anyone would do. He didn’t want someone who was made of paper that he had to handle delicately. Someone who could take a hit and keep on kicking. A true dance partner who understood what it was to become strong. To chase the dream of sitting at the top of the hill, welcoming any and all challengers. Then a certain person popped in his head. A individual he met on the beach, ‘Hopefully we cross paths soon.’
This individual in question was Finn, a good hearted individual with a companion shrouded in mystery. There was more to the kid than meets the eye. Shura had gained a considerable amount of strength in a short amount of time and hopefully he did too. Recently all of this traveling and training riled something up in Shura. He wanted to see what the world had to offer, the people of each guild. Sure he existed in a gray area of morality, but who could judge him? The only ones who had the ability to judge where the gods that held dominion over this world.
Shura found himself at the gate about to leave but something was off. Someone was following him. He was at the main gate of oak, following the pops but he used his peripherals and listened closely. The same foot steps hitting the pavement followed him for sometime. The pop was leading him outside of town but who was this individual following him? He stopped in his tracks, and turned to see if his paranoia was grounded.
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