No Rest for the Wicked [Flashback]

[Continuation of this]

The world materialized in a swift daze akin to a stupefied slap to the face, the morning sun flowing through the shimmering trees onto the alabaster skin of the Jugo Scion's face, forcing his eyes to instinctivity wake up from the sudden light. His body was sluggish and yet his mind was wide awake, drained due to the visceral dreams that he experienced during his slumber. A brustle of a brow and a twitch of a nose was all it took to fully awaken his body as back in the times when he trained with the late Suguru Kurosawa as one must be prepared for an attack, even in sleep. Though, funnily enough, Enishi was never actually attacked by Suguru during his sleep, it was just fear-mongering on his adoptive father's part.

Nevertheless, he was a forced follower of said doctrine, waking up quickly and sleeping for a short amount of time became the norm for Enishi Kurosawa, even after his initial passing. Perhaps it was his way of constantly honoring his legacy. He didn't know, it was ultimately instinctual at this point.

His vision turning back to normal, he glanced around his surroundings as he slowly got off...a boulder? Well, it was a very comfortable bed-shaped stone boulder, but slowly, Enishi was able to deduce how he got in this position. It seemed that his battle against the Craven Apostate took a lot out of him, so he fell asleep during his walk.

Well, there's no rest for the wicked.

Duty calls. It was time to head back home to Hoshigakure

[EXIT]

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