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The sky was still lit a bright blue color. The sun was at its zenith. The wind blew ever so breezily through the forests of West Rukon. Ichiro simply sat in front of his brother's grave. There, he lit an bunch of incenses, placing a few in a socket in the gravestone. He keeps two in his hands, as he sits in lotus position to pray for his dead brother.
"Wow, I can't believe it's been five years already. Time sure goes by quick. Hmm" Ichiro pauses a bit to wonder "I wonder sometimes. If we die here, then we go back to our own world?" He and his late brother, of course came from the mortal realm, Earth. He doesn't remember where he came from, nor was he sure what nationality he was. Ichiro would like to believe that he were eastern, but something else in his gut tells him otherwise.
Ichiro sighs, as he gets up, right leg first. Standing, he brings his hands together, to give one final ninety degree bow.
"Wow, I can't believe it's been five years already. Time sure goes by quick. Hmm" Ichiro pauses a bit to wonder "I wonder sometimes. If we die here, then we go back to our own world?" He and his late brother, of course came from the mortal realm, Earth. He doesn't remember where he came from, nor was he sure what nationality he was. Ichiro would like to believe that he were eastern, but something else in his gut tells him otherwise.
Ichiro sighs, as he gets up, right leg first. Standing, he brings his hands together, to give one final ninety degree bow.