The Unknown Saga

Episode 11: Destined to Do this Forever

One day Ago. One fourty in the afternoon.

Fenikkusu would walk out the alleyway, and he would sigh softly. He knew what he's done is a horrendous crime, He just massacred an entire crowd of regular men because he was bamboozeled by The unknown devil. 'That Monster. He really is divulging into the depths of malice to throw us off.' He would think to himself, as he sighed. He would shake his head as he would step aside in the alleyway, walk into a door that lead into a sit down restaurant, and he would move to the bathroom. He would move into the stall, and take off his armor. He would place the armor immaculately to make sure that no damage came to the armor. He would take off his over shirt and his over pants; revealing a regular attire underneath. The only thing that stayed were his shoes, but they were a popular brand and cheap, so he could get away with that. He would take a moment to step out of the stall, looking around for a moment in something to store the armor in discreetly. He would see a backpack leaning against the wall, and he knew what he had to do. Seeing the owner had seemingly forgotten about it, he dragged the backpack into the stall and took out all of the valuable's and wrapping them in his over shirt and over pants, hiding them discreetly and placing them where the back pack had been.

He would place his armor into the backpack and zip it, walking out of the stall looking like a casual college student that had time off. Feni would take this chance to simply blend into the crowd as much as he could. Being as big as he was, he was using cover as much as he could and pulling out a Faux phone to make it seem like he was taking a second to text. Alas, it was just a ruse as he hadn't paid for service on this phone. As those who passed him seemed to care less and less, he would then blend back into the crowd to walk further and further north. He needed to get to the forest of Higashimatsuyama to actually investigate. He figured for a mass murderer for The unknown devil that going into the woods would be a good idea, as stereotypical as it is. He would simply move along the road without much to think of, and this simply got him thinking. He would have been forced into thinking about himself. Is he truly that special? or is he just another man set on vengeance? is he no better then the monster he is trying to hunt? He would stare into space as he moved. But with no truth to these questions, with no one he knows that can actually answer these questions. He didn't have an answer for if he truly deserved to have this vengeance even through all his training.

Such a burning feeling that filled his heart forced him to truly think about what was the fire that kept him moving. He would stare into nothingness as he looked back into his lives and saw his actions. He knew that Good lord there was much to unpack in such a short amount of time. But he truly had life after life. What...would that make his life? Was it meaningless? He would have his goal of killing the unknown devil. But that was it, his only goal, so what would he do after that. Would he go and hunt devil's further to make the word a better place? No. He wasn't one for fighting anymore. He truly hadn't wanted to fight, even in the beginning of this rigorous and torturous journey. He wanted to rest when he had been able to claim this last life and lay his sword down. He wanted to let himself be a withering old soul, and he wanted to be departed from this world. To just let himself become a man of the wind, his ashes becoming dust and his memory becoming legend. But a lofty goal like that needs strength and power, and after such powerful displays from the unknown devil: Something spawned in fenikkusu. He had started to actually doubt himself, and that was a terrifying prospect. He would focus back into the real world to see that he was at the edge of the Higashimatsuyama's forest. He would look inside shamefully.

He would walk into the tree's mixture of wood and foliage to hide himself. Setting the backpack down, he would pull out his armor and he would stare at it. Looking at the armor he had worn for generations, and he stared long and hard. It had taken so many different forms and shapes, and yet it had stayed by his side no matter what. He would grunt, as he placed the armor onto his body with strict ties. 'The Fire that burns my soul...shall burn my enemies to a crisp...' he thought to himself as he walked deeper into the forest, before seeing a path. He would walk the dirt road, passing tree's that seemed to blend one into another's The forest was seemingly getting deeper and deeper, like it was a maze of bark and oak. He would stare deeper and deeper into the world of the wood, noticing small things. As he walked, he would see the same rock pass by him for the third time in a row. He would sigh softly, realizing just how lost he had become. Especially on a dirt road, it surprised even him. But he would find his treasure soon enough. As the sun has moved, dropping down and down to give way to its metaphorical siblings, letting the moon's rays start to encompass the world. He would start to examine several rocks that seemed to be broken and bashed, personally brought over to make something. Anything. He saw graves.