Shugoki: Just Vibin' in D Tier [FOR HONOR]

Sorry for my long absence. The game is feeling really stale lately and I'm having a hard time making content for you guys. Regardless, y'all are in the description for a story.

Previous Stories are in the playlist.

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Music -
"Hey Ya!" Synthwave/80s Remix by Astrophysics
   • ｈｅｙ　ｙａ！ (synthwave/80s remix)  
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Atsui wondered what had become of his home.

Throughout the journey he had shared with the odd people he'd grown to call friends, he had found his mind wandering to thoughts of that treetop village he had come from. The Shugoki felt a split within him, as if he were cutting an onion to add to his noodles.

On one side of the aromatic vegetable, he found he really did miss it. There had been a certain sense of content about that place. The readiness of cooking supplies did not hurt either.

On the other half of the nose-shocking waft of onion, they did drive him out with pitchforks.

Atsui remembered, above all, what they had done to him. How they let their fear overcome their familiarity with him. How could they forget that he didn't want to harm a hair on the back of the smallest little dog? He had only done what he'd done for his sister.

He was not a smart man, he knew that. He needed help with things others would find basic and essential. He couldn't read, he couldn't write or do math. If only one good thing came of travelling with his strange new companions, it was that Ilsa - the former Black Prior - was teaching him to read.

He looked up at her as he stirred the small pot of noodles that was cooking over their shared campfire.

As they tracked the daughter of the Valkyrie, Atsui could not help but think of his little sister. How sick she had been. How angry he had been when the doctor refused to give her medicine.

'Pointless,' the doctor had said, 'it would do her no good.'

Who was he to say that? Who was he to keep medicine away from that little girl? Atsui had only meant to push him just a little. To scare him a bit, to give her the medicine. He was just angry for his sister. But then, and perhaps a little bit now, he did not know his own strength. And they were, after all, very high in the trees.

Perhaps he would return to Kaidan some day. Maybe he could cook the whole town a big pot of noodles, and they would understand he was sorry.

"Atsui," Ilsa frowned when he slowly recounted this to her from across the campfire, "Some things in life can't be solved by food."

"Like what?" the Shugoki curiously asked. Innocently, as if he really did not have a concept of a world where that was a fact.

She found a small smile creep onto her lips. Maybe it was best she didn't explain.

"Never you mind, big guy," Ilsa said "Perhaps the world needs more who think like you."

"Why?" Atsui frowned, stirring the ramen almost absentmindedly, "I'm not smart. Wouldn't... smarter thinkers be better?"

"Perhaps," shrugged the former Black Prior, "But if everyone wanted to cook each other noodles, I doubt there would be any wars."