Fubar Without Leave

Around his throat bandages were wrapped and surgery performed on his neck. Takehiko's normally bright and cheerful nature had been slashed to ribbons. He'd not truly imagined how far out of reach his uncle was. He'd concluded that his uncle's loss of power brought him down. Underestimating his enemy had been costly but even more so scolding by him. His honor would likely never recover from such a stupid move. He'd been allowed to leave but talking had been pretty much impossible at the moment. In his hand was a book which he intended to study though begrudgingly. It was his uncle's story or some manner of thing. What was it he was missing in this regard to life? Why was it he couldn't understand any of these things? Wasn't he stronger now and more capable? It didn't seem to matter his uncle didn't draw his sword even. He used Hakuda to defeat him a skill his uncle rarely used if ever. Given the contents of this journal which he'd read and reread ten times thus far. His uncle was poor at Hakuda even going so far as to say lousy.

His frame sat beneath one of the trees in the city having snuck out of his room. Takehiko couldn't speak so what did it matter in the long run? HIs uncle had devised many Hoho ideas and techniques within this Journal also. He wasn't sure how to execute them. But he'd memorized them so he could remake them his own. But for now, it was unlikely he could train anything. Breathing was difficult at the moment but meditation was easy. His mind remembered one moment vividly when his uncle released his reiatsu. It was enormous in size and amount causing a storm just by standing there. How did he get to that point why had power consumed him so? Was he a cautionary tale of what happened when one had power? Takehiko had been left much to think about and being unable to speak had advantages. He couldn't answer to scoldings but with nods. He wondered if Ulv knew his intent and let him go because she knew the outcome. Takehio's throat would have a rather impressive scar under those bandages now.

Something he would wrap up in a cloth similar to the one his uncle wore. For now, it looked like he'd suffered from something drastic. He'd spent most of his time in his room just laying there. Trying to shake away the shock thinking about what he could have done. But the question had been raised of an aunt among the Unabara. Perhaps seeking her out was his next journey to take on. Takehiko didn't know what to make of it. Why had his uncle not killed him in the end, he could of easily? He didn't even register on it's a threat truly. Takehiko's sword may as well have been a piece of paper. And his kido why had he chosen to fire lightning at his uncle of all things? Questions posed at himself now that he was safe within Minatumi harbor. Rereading his uncle's life constantly trying to understand how it happened. Before sighing softly and simply letting his head fall backward. He didn't know or have any idea how this all came about. He knew nothing about his uncle from this journal aside from a rough life.