Kishin retreated to the shadows as he began his leave from Seven, watching as a minotaur lumbered through a forest. He noted the creature's immense strength and size, but refrained from interacting with it.
He pondered the existence of the gods and their protection over certain beings, he couldn't help but wonder why minotaurs had been left out of their purview in this area of Seven. After all, they were just as worthy of protection as any other magical creature.
Despite his lack of magical abilities, Kishin had felt that some physical traits he'd found in Seven are useful. However, he couldn't help but feel a sense of bitterness towards those who were blessed with endless faith. His own lack of ability had made him feel like an outcast in the end.
As he continued to watch the minotaur, Kishin couldn't help but feel a certain kinship with the creature. Both were outsiders in their respective worlds now, and both were often overlooked and underappreciated. It was this connection that led Kishin to believe that perhaps the minotaur deserved the protection of the gods, just as much as any other creature.
Of course, Kishin knew that his own opinions on the matter held little weight in the grand scheme of things. He was merely a mortal, with no magical abilities to speak of. But still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the minotaur and its strength.
As the night wore on, Kishin continued to observe the minotaur from afar, contemplating the various ways in which the creature could be dissected. In a way, Kishin's thoughts had began to tilt toward a heretic's. He knew that his ideas were unlikely to come to fruition, but still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of hope that someday, the minotaur and other overlooked creatures like it would receive the recognition and protection they deserved.
In the end, Kishin could only hope that his own struggles as an unmagical and often noncelebratory individual would be overshadowed by the larger issues at play. For him, the protection of the minotaur was just one small piece of a much larger puzzle, one that he knew he would never fully understand.
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