The man spoke of his frustrations with his father, particularly his aversion of using others resources to help their village flourish. In his father’s head, the only way for them to prosper would be by their own hands. Takuya, on the other hand, saw that there was a better way that their village could grow and co-exist. He had been in talks with a neighboring village to potential foster a trade deal between them. It would be mutually beneficial and would undoubtedly lead to booming growth for both villages. The only deterrent to the plan was Takuya’s father. He vehemently refused the proposal and refused to listen to anything else on the matter. Countless nights were spent between father and son arguing their opposing views. Takuya had reached the end of his rope and hoped that Xerxes would be the one that could finally tip the scale.
The Desiertian, however, was skeptical. “If he won’t listen to his own son, what makes you think he’ll listen to me? By your own words, I’m everything he is afraid of.” “I know that but I don’t know what else to do.” Takuya says as he punches a nearby tree, the discussion obviously frustrating him. Blood drips from his knuckles as he slowly removes his fist, thoroughly irritated. “I just wish he was out of the picture. We would be so much better off in the grand scheme of things.” “Whoa, calm down with talk like that. You’re beginning to sound like you want him dead or something.” “Of course not.” Takuya spits back as he begins to furiously wraps his knuckles in a torn piece of his shirt. However, he begins to slow down as he turns towards Xerxes once more, his face darkening. “But what else is there?”
WC: 297
TWC: 1,038/1,800 [10% WC Reduction]