08-25-2017, 01:59 PM
Ichiro had gotten a message - two actually - from Jacinda Cross. He was in the know of what was going on. Nox Durante - an atharim and a reborn god. The thought itself was sickening. If the young one had honor, he would have taken his own life as Yoshiro had done. Most Americans, however, were honorless.
Cross had disappeared for awhile, but she was likely at a safehouse. The remnant had been scattered after Brandon's announcement. The Regus was gone - and assumed dead. Someone would need to rise to bring the Atharim together, but it wasn't Ichiro's place.
Ichiro had the god fighting weapons, but as always, his katana was at his side, hidden underneath his coat. The tanto, a familiar weight was also strapped to the small of his back.
Cross was easy to find, and for once she wasn't being loud. Ichiro wasn't used to her. She was loud, obnoxious, and a braggart, but that was her culture. Ichiro wasn't sure that he would ever get used to it however.
Ichiro approached her. "Is it just us, or are there others?"
Cross had disappeared for awhile, but she was likely at a safehouse. The remnant had been scattered after Brandon's announcement. The Regus was gone - and assumed dead. Someone would need to rise to bring the Atharim together, but it wasn't Ichiro's place.
Ichiro had the god fighting weapons, but as always, his katana was at his side, hidden underneath his coat. The tanto, a familiar weight was also strapped to the small of his back.
Cross was easy to find, and for once she wasn't being loud. Ichiro wasn't used to her. She was loud, obnoxious, and a braggart, but that was her culture. Ichiro wasn't sure that he would ever get used to it however.
Ichiro approached her. "Is it just us, or are there others?"