12A/N: I sincerely apologize for the long absence...
I want to keep doing this story for as long as I can, but at times, I haven't been able to do so.
And I want to make these longer, but I decided to just write something so it can possibly be fixed later on. For the time being, I hope you enjoy this new chapter, and I hope that my skill is somewhat in tact like so many months ago.
~Buffalo.
The rising light of dawn was imminent as Akio came to from his stone cold rest through the night. He sporadically shook his right hand as he instinctively opened and closed his eyes in moderate intervals.
He sighed as he clamped his wrist with his left hand, forcing his hand to halt its instinctive upbringing. Akio focused himself and took up the notes that he had kept from the previous night from the references he had been given, sitting up to review them once more.
He recalled the comment that Cole had made the night before.
"The only other place I see him going is Vale."
Based upon the understanding of the text that he had been provided, it was one of four regions to house four important landmarks of the world.
Huntsmen Academies.
These 'Huntsmen' were the future breed of guardians to protect Remnant from any form of evil that were to plot against it. Even before he had reviewed a section of those known evils, he could feel a repulsive energy when he first arrived from a negative energy that made his fingertips coil.
He could feel them through the Force. Thankfully, these depictions of creatures titled the 'Grimm' were something that he had not encountered on Menagerie. He noted this encounter as an inevitability if he were to travel Remnant.
There was something else…something that he was unable to grasp. He could feel it shivering through his arms.
He needed to follow it.
By the time that he had stepped out into the semi-busy streets, the light of the sun had shifted had been slowly, but surely, creeping up from the horizon as he continued on in the dimly lit streets. Though he hadn't been sure that he needed his lightsaber, he kept his left hand on it in case he needed to get involved in diffusing a situation.
Though he wished it wouldn't come to that, he had been used to dissolving many situations with the use of a lightsaber. His mind crept on the memories of those infected patients, being left with no other option than to be slayed by the Jedi that promised to make things better, only for him to leave that promise unfulfilled. As much as he wished to brush off the situation, the radiating energy that had a very negative feel was getting much, much closer with each step he took upward.
"What's this?"
He stopped at his fast paced walking, and looked from where he stood. A straight shot down towards the rest of the tropical community that held together the homes of Menagerie's citizens. Squinting towards the desert landmasses that he could see past the end, he saw a rather large and distinctive home that appeared to stand taller and wider compared to the common box-like structures that covered the common area.
Taking a long, and thoughtful breath, he charged forward into a rather vigorous sprint towards the large structure, down the hill, with his lightsaber hilt in hand, charging past any citizen that was out early in the morning.
Halting to a stop, taking a moment to calm himself as he was within the radius of large structure. All that stood between himself and approaching the house was a small flight of stairs down.
Taking a leap forward, he skipped over all the steps and rolled upon landing to even himself out. Now clenching his lightsaber tightly, without activating the weapon, he perched himself up towards one of the pillars at the main entrance and simply listened on towards a very aggressive discussion about a common phrase that he kept hearing.
The White Fang.
From inside, growing ever closer towards the door at the top of the patio, he heard the aggressive voice of a female scream, "YOU COWARDS! ADAM AND I ARE GOING TO DO WHAT YOU WERE NEVER ABLE TO DO!"
Apart of him jumped as he heard the door atop being kicked open aggressively.
"Blake sweetie, please! Think about-"
"I don't need to think about it, Mom! I've already decided what I'm going to do! I'm regrouping with Adam and the others in Vale, and we'll finish what you failed to do."
"BLAKE!" A man desperately called out.
"Goodbye!"
He heard movement approaching, and reacted by leaping high into the air and landing as quietly as he could on top of the triangular structure that covered the patio below. Watching onwards, he saw the girl that he heard yelling ran up the stairs back into Menagerie's neighbourhood. All he could see from her before she vanished from view was long black hair.
"…Blake?"
