Rin stood over Father Fujimoto's grave with the Koma sword strapped to his back. "Rin is like a son to me!" The words resonated throughout Rin's thick skull. After a few minutes of silence, even the sky grieved Fujimoto's death, leaving puddles scattered about.
I... I can't believe you're gone...
Rin looked up at the grey sky. Rin was sinking in grief. "Once you've left the monastery, use this phone. It's for a friend of mine." Rin pulled the phone out of his pocket.
So I guess this is goodbye, you old fart. Rin thought, dialing the only number saved in the phone. Suddenly, a weight seemed to have been lifted from Rin's shoulders.
"What the..." Rin muttered, hearing a phone ringing yards away.
"It's a pleasure you meet you, Rin Okumura."
