He made his way through the forest and hills as he stopped very quickly in towns he passed to gather food and water before continuing on his travels to Astera. He hoped he would arrive in time to help, and that he wouldn’t arrive to a charred burnt remains of a town. He had had enough of seeing burned and ruined towns in his life and he did not wish to see another. Soon he ahd to rest, and he settled down in a little stopping area. It was made for travelers thankfully, but Fujaku didn’t even go inside. He simply sat outside under the porch and meditated, using the old methods his father had taught him to regain his energy.
Soon after he stood back up and thanking the Spirits of the home, he made his way toward astera once more. His eyes set on the city in the horizon as he made his way deeper into the forest and hills, crossing rivers and streams as he made his way toward the incursion site. He hoped he had arrived in time.