“… Ehhh?” Mura was genuinely surprised that the young girl knew about her mother’s reputation. Well, she would’ve found out sooner or later, but that wasn’t the only thing. “So you already know that I’ve died… damn, I thought that I was good at keeping that a secret from the others.” He scratched his nose whilst internally rebuking himself for sucking at holding a secret for himself, despite that he didn’t have any memory of ever opening his mouth and talking about that event. It wasn’t a picnic trip at all; first off, of all places that were prophesized for a human’s soul to end in the life after death, he ended in Hell because of some insane, old being’s request. However, he didn’t suffer the extreme torment that most of the inhabitants there would; instead, he fought his entire way to the bridge between the nether and Heaven, he managed to find Hades himself, and the most mind-breaking event, he actually gained a second chance at life. During that one day’s amount of time, he broke all kinds of laws of nature and spirituality.
“Hehe… it’s difficult to follow up with you. You simply grow too fast for me, if I have to be honest,” he continued, whilst suddenly forcing Kyuken’s spirit ball head down with a forceful, yet funny movement. The bastard looked too much at her and it even annoyed the shaman as well. Earlier-mentioned was all true; it was like watching a lizard grow up in the span of a day which he compared her growth. Although, she’d grown up both physically and psychically, being able to take care of herself like he never saw coming. “… Look, Frey-chan, I never said that I had anything against your family. Yes, I was killed by your mother, but I can't cry over spilled milk... or so they say." He made it sound a bit too trivial to die, "Your blood is tied to them just as my blood is tied to Midi… they come first, right?” When it came to ties of blood, Mura was a true nationalist; Midi was, and would always be, his home and soul. Yet to this day, Fairy Tail was a partner, but not surpassing his loyalty for the Kensho family. It was all a part of his upraising. His foot would then stumble upon the bones of that large excavation discovery that Acennan had been staying at. It turned into a fog of sand around the fallen samurai, who comically faceplanted onto the calcium. “H-Hey, be careful with the skeleton..!” Acennan spoke up loud, “And it sure took a while, lads! Come on, let’s get this thing off the boulder..!”
WC: 1265 + 449 = 1714