"Ah, Raven-sama. It is good to see you." Kenshi said, rising smoothly to his feet, then bowing as his guild master greeted him. He then cast a look at his almost-finished pie, and said "Please excuse me a moment while I finish my meal.", then sat back down and finished the meal as fast as he could while still maintaining decorum. Upon completing his repast, he rose to his feet once more, grabbing his sheathed katana from underneath the bar as he did so. With a short bow in the direction of the bartender, who was collecting Kenshi's plate, glass and utensils, he turned back to his guild master. "My apologies for making you wait, Raven-sama. That pie was far too tasty to leave. But now, we may depart for the capital." he said as he clipped the sheath of Setsudan to the left side of his white belt. Once he had done so, his hand wondered up to the matching band of white cloth around his brow and unconsciously tightened it. When it was sufficiently tight, his hand returned to his sides as he waited for his guild master to respond.
As he waited, his mind wandered backwards in time to when he first joined Sabertooth. Raven had greeted him upon his entrance, back before she had become the guild master. Back before Kenshi had traveled to a jungle in the land of Seven on an innocent trip. With this thought, Kenshi's mind went further back in time.
He remembered the job, which was to find the rare cure to an equally rare disease. He remembered gathering mushrooms in the jungle. He also remembered tripping over a vine, falling headlong into a dank, dark cave. He remembered the rumbling laughter that shook the ceiling of the cave... He remembered Venelogia, the Poison Dragon and his mentor. He remembered learning the magic of the ancient, purple dragon. He remembered Venelogia's last words to Kenshi before the dragon, died three years later. He remembered leaving the cave, tears pouring down his face. He remembered his anguish.
Then, Kenshi shook himself, both literally and figuratively, and rid himself of the dark thoughts. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it to the best of his ability, using his magic in the best way possible to honor the one who taught it to him. A faint smile hovered around Kenshi's lips as he remembered Venelogia's patient, humorous teaching.
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