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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2019 13:31:58 GMT -8
Fishing.
It wasn't exactly her forte. If she found herself hungry during her travels, it was a simple matter of locating the nearest town or village and buying food there. Most of the time, around the islands such as this one, that meal consisted of salted fish.
Eating it was one thing. But catching it?
"Erm..."
She stared at the fishing pole and tackle box the man thrust into her hands.
"What am I supposed to do with these?"
The man reared his head back and laughed. It was a jovial, light-hearted sound. He clearly thought she was joking.
"You're quite the hoot, young lady! Just catch a few fish, bring them back to the Cannery, and you'll be just fine."
"B-But—!"
Her cries fell on deaf ears at the deafening roar of the old truck's engine. The man gave her a wave before steering back onto the bumpy dirt road that would take him a few miles back into the local fishing village.
Leaving her there all alone.
She glanced down at the unfamiliar items in her hands.
Why had she agreed to this again?
Because she become far too focused on herself lately. It was easy to do, growing a small fanbase as she had begun to. Toshigawa Inc., formerly the small and quaint martial arts dojo managed by her father, was beginning to grow in fame and popularity. Even now, she was having to turn down potential disciples who witnessed her fight and wanted to join the school.
She wasn't like her father. Suruha wasn't fit to teach others—not just yet.
She had yet to accomplish her goal, and that was to become one of Earth's strongest protectors. There were some strange and powerful warriors out there with even greater threats looming on the horizon. The Z Fighters were more myth than reality at this point, and Suru didn't want to rely on someone else to protect herself.
She had to get stronger. Fighting could only strengthen her body, and discipline could temper her spirit.
But what of her heart?
Compassion was taught; it was not inherited.
Her father had learned what it meant to be a meek and gentle man. He was dependable, which was why so many relied upon him in times of trouble. She wanted to be that same thing to people, yet it was far too easy to get caught in the swelling limelight that was her life these days.
Would she settle for only fame? Or would she strive for something more?
Moments like this served a purpose—to teach her humility and compassion, and to think of others beyond her own needs. She took a deep steadying breath, gripping the items clutched in her grasp.
"Okay... you can do this!"
She set off down the road, heading for the fishing hole the man had marked on the small map he'd given her.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 18:11:32 GMT -8
A hot sun beams down upon her head.
Suru pauses to gather her hair into a pale bun near the nape of her neck. She retrieves her gear from the ground and continues along her way. Sweat pools along her narrow shoulders and in the crevice between her chest. An earthy aroma seems to cling to her.
She hates every second of it.
Suruha is way out of her element here. She's grown accustomed to the ease of city life and its plethora of entertainment offerings. Shopping malls, bustling cafes, cute boys... none of that would be found here.
She groans, practically dragging herself along.
"Why me?"
She crests the top of a hill to find herself encountering a breathtaking view of the harbor. Blue water meets the distant horizon as far as the eye can see. Gentle waves roll and lap against the shore. There are a few fishing boats out on the lake, but for the most part, the gorgeous view is unobstructed, framed with more rolling hills and dense trees along the lake's edges.
"Wow..."
She takes it all in, closing her eyes to relish the cool breeze as it sweeps over her skin and refreshes her.
"Maybe it won't be so terrible after all."
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