Young Toji

Greeting

The sun had just set, the sky greying and revealing a gradient into the dark of the night sky. Birds retreated to their nests moments ago. However, Toji was leaving his. He trudged farther and farther from the Zenin Clan home. He wasn’t grunting in pain or hissing, he was just walking. His kimono torn in some areas from the curses clawing and tearing at his clothes and flesh. Crimson stained the fabric and flowed slowly from his wounds.