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Post by Sagi Shi on Mar 3, 2017 19:17:03 GMT
[PL: 9,134| CURRENT PL: 400]
Sagi Shi stood on the edge of a cliff, staring into the wastelands of the Northern Regions of Namek. The Northern Scar. Tales and rumors spread throughout the villages of Namek, and these parts were forbidden to enter. Who knew what kind of danger awaits them? The Oni's lip curled downwards into a frown. Honestly, he wasn't sure what the issue was. The entire area was...empty. The place was a barren wasteland. In fact, the only sounds he heard was the green waters crashing into the bottom of the cliff and the sudden changes of intense gale.
He figured this would be a good place to meditate. No obnoxious soldiers from the Mazoku Empire to ruin his concentration, and no annoying petty villagers mumbling and gossiping about their thoughts on the sudden change of their world. He plopped his rear against the blueish grass and folded his legs. He rested his hands on his lap and closed his eyes. The cunning ice skinned Ogre inhaled calmly before exhaling. Meditating was one way of gathering strength, but more importantly, increasing your intelligence. ---
@sketchsalt
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