Matters of the Mind (Open) Mar 20, 2020 0:45:03 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Mar 20, 2020 0:45:03 GMT -6
Matters of the Mind
Sanbu's PL: 120'000
Sanbu's PL: 120'000
The winds howled on with unyielding ferocity and tireless presence but still it did not shake the young Majin. To physically hold someone back was a very real possibility but when it came to one's mental domain such a feat was easier said than done. Memories near and not so far ago, they were telling for what laid in his path. Sanbu stood atop one of the many mountains of the Yunzabit Heights with a gaze that read itself no eyes, it was empty but within it lay an evident sign that something had come to turn and shift terribly.
<To lose in the realm of physicality is a fault no one can really pick apart but to let this shake me so critically elsewhere? Just what does it mean anymore? These emotions are not without foundation, it is no such moment.> Though was it really? The man truly could not be certain as much as he may have wished to be. Though the event in question had come to pass at this point the fact still stood true, he was powerless in more ways than one and what of he in his position?He was inadequate, incapable of doing what was necessary given the circumstances and that feeling struck him in a way that it had not previously.
With arms crossed Sanbu looked onward as he stared at the vast expanse with great envy. The land which faced him so appeared to be tranquil, stained not with the hands of the capable and willing. The Majin groaned terribly as he knew not what to make of his sentiments for the time being. Where did one go from here? Was there really another so called step to place one's foot upon? Alone, or at least in his own mind came the words of the man. They were few in the scheme of the particular intricacies of his sentiments.
"Once more I look back to you with these emotions of mine and I have not the means. What of my growth if I have not the ability to apply it? I need to be even more capable given the gravity of my circumstances and yet this hill ceases not, it grows steeper. How can I hope to get ahead if I do not apply myself even further. This is no farce, the consequences are clear. The stakes have already gotten much too high. I need to train and not for sport." Though many more words followed from those said previously it all fell apart as it soon became unintelligible. Coherent thought and consideration had long but fell out of favor for the young Majin as he grew flustered underneath his veil of composure.