• • The smell of salt from the sea mixed with the smoke of the cigarette that was held loosely between two fingers. Waves crashed against the sand of the beach as Genjo stared out at the vast stretch of sea. Reaching the coast meant he was as far west as he could get, but this - this wasn't his destination. In fact he was certain this place wasn't even on the map of land he had the misfortune of traveling.
It was annoying to finally find some progression in his journey only to find himself somewhere unknown, with his gun and the Maten Sutra stolen away. Odds were against that damned Ukoku Sanzo having it, concerning himself to find these items would be a waste of energy when he didn't know where the enemy of this city stayed. It was large... but he could bide his time and find it.
After an exhale of smoke Genjo crouches down and stuffs the tail of his cigarette into the sand. Violet eyes scan the expanse of the beach, he's not entirely alone - but thank the fucking Gods there were no screaming children on this beach. A second thought is given to sitting in the sand, before he drops down with a sigh to stare out at the water again. It was peaceful. A rare occurrence for the priest, and so he decides to take advantage of the moment to close his eyes and meditate.
Minutes pass and quieting his mind was proving to be difficult at the moment. There were too many questions: how the hell did he get here, where was Goku, Hakkai and Gojyo? What happened with Nataku? Sharak? The goal of the journey west had been so close, so close and now so fucking far away. With a frustrated grumble he breaks meditative posture to pick up a rock and throw it at the sea.
“ FUCK!! “ it was brutish, and didn’t help his situation in the slightest. But what the hell else could he say? This fucking sucked.
@tenthousandarrows • •
