Dead Grace [Closed]

Musashi perused the Forest, a dwelling of nature where death has very much an affinity here. He found, not hidden from plain sight, a relatively large rock, a boulder that would act as the gravestone. He had no body with him, rather the corpse was still being investigated by the ANBU. There was’t much dissection or physical examination seeing as there wasn’t much left of what the authorities salvaged, and even facial reconstruction was proving difficult. They already knew that he was a samurai, worked under someone, and had a religious affiliation. In other words, he was just a guy that was fucked up in the head and had his psychotic urge come out in public. Musashi ended his life very quickly, although there was a thought in the back of his head that Sabo was seeking him in the first place. Which gave him some fault in the death of those ten women. But Musashi would not lose sleep over that. He did not have to do this, but he had this natural habit of honoring those who have passed on something to him. Whether it be knowledge, power, or companionship, Musashi would not forget those whose memories live on inside of him. This was a short and brief memorial, and nothing more. He stabbed the Blades of Old, Abaddon and St. Michael to the ground right in front of the rock. These were Sabo’s prized swords, and would act as his grave markers. Removal of them would desecrate his legacy. His Takashi blades were reunited with him, but he took out the one that he had given to Sabo and engraved on the boulder Sabo’s name. After that, he sheathed his sword, as he would sheathe a blade after performing Iaido. Musashi felt weird about it, but he clapped his hands together and lowered his head, hinging his waist closer to the boulder in a more acute angle. It was a mere bow, done out of tradition and not of respect. A flame would have been nice to honor his memory, but Musashi hardly knew him. At the end, he just walked away and out from the Forest, allowing silence to speak for itself.

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