Flights of Fancy
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It didn't hurt, not now and probably not even later. For him the sudden impact and sense of weightlessness was a signal. The sensation of crashing through wood planks and ripping through old wiring didn't even register. There was only anticipation of his greatest and most secret pleasure. The ascent was quick and easy for someone of his experience and the reward great. Within seconds of being hit by a 'Air Splitting Sword' attack a newly freed man was soaring high above the Hinata district.
Spreading his arms wide the three-time ronin began humming, relaxing so completely that the residents of Hinata Sou would never have recognized him, becoming one with the wind. For him, this feeling was worth it, the insults, the abuse, everything. A dozen punches and a hundred accusations worth one more release, one more journey into the wild blue yonder. One more chance to be free.
As the whipping wind began to slow, the ground began to rise weight and responsibility start to press again… just in time for the manager to hit the ground, hard. With a sigh and a display of resilience that would've had an army recruiter drooling He stood up and started the long walk back home, slowly becoming Keitaro Urashima, Hinata Sou manager, handyman, and all around punching bag once more. His freedom was at an end and duties would soon resume but it would never be forgotten. His happy little flight.