Hiroji was put to bed as soon as the boys returned to camp. Rain
found him to have a nasty fracture to his left leg, something that would
eventually repair itself if given the right amount of time. It frustrated
the youth, however, knowing he would have to miss out on the training for a
while, the only reason for why they were in the Guyana Highlands in the
first place. For at least a week, he would have to sit out exercises in the
Glowing Gundam.
Keiji shook his head at his cousin. "Oy, I'm glad I'm afraid of
heights."
Rain chuckled as she completed putting the cast on her nephew's leg
while he lay snoring. "Hiroji's not the only bold one, dear. Your dad did
the same thing at that same waterfall all those years ago."
"I'm not surprised." Her son responded with a laugh. "Dad is kind of
crazy sometimes."
Rain sighed. You have no idea.
"Where is he anyway?"
"He went for a walk." Rain answered.
"Why?"
"He grew up here for the most part. Master Asia trained him all
throughout this entire area."
"Oh."
.......
Domon came to a stop and sat down in the grass. He wanted to take a moment to get something to eat, as well as rest. Reaching into his pocket, he found he still had a loaf of bread he'd stolen from the portable pantry earlier. He snickered. "Ran will be blaming the kids for this. Oh well." He bit into it to find that his teeth nearly burst out of his mouth. "Ack! Damn thing's too hard!" Drawing his katana, he tossed it once and sliced it hot dog roll style. "So you still make use of that sword." A voice said that seemed to come out of nowhere. But Domon knew better and turned around to see a familiar figure standing behind him against a tree. He gasped, the sword dropping to the ground. "It can't be." Schwarz smiled beneath his mask, regarding his brother with a tender shine in his eyes. "It's been a long while, Domon Kasshu." Domon ran forward and seized him by the arms. "Schwarz, is it really you? Niisan?" When the masked fighter nodded, Domon hugged him with such force; he nearly knocked them both into the water that stretched out to the left. "Erk! Well, you've definitely gotten stronger." Schwarz declared, overcoming his asphyxiation to return the embrace. "But that's to be expected of you after over another decade." Domon pulled back and beamed ecstatically. "I can't believe it's really you! How could it be?" Schwarz yanked off his mask, revealing the face Domon had never forgotten. "Don't ask me how, because I couldn't honestly say for sure. I suppose second chances are possible for anything." "Wait till Hiroji finds out! He'll be psyched to know his father's still alive!" "Hold on a second." He caught his younger brother by the arm. "That might not be such a good idea. Not yet anyway." Domon cocked his head. "What are you saying?" Schwarz tugged back on his mask and frowned. "With my return, there could be some trouble. Who knows what this could mean." He looked deep into Domon's eyes. "And should anything happen between now and the next Gundam fight, Hiroji should be at his best. He can't be if he's aware that I'm here." "But I don't." "You understand very well, Domon. If I had revealed my identity to you all those years back in this very land, you would have never been able to become the warrior you needed to be. I didn't want to blow it for you then, and I don't want to blow it on my son now." Schwarz placed his hand on Domon's shoulder and gripped it tightly. "Do you see it now?" Domon nodded. "Yeah, I do. But what's your plan then?" "My Gundam Spiegel is back in action. I will remain here to help where needed." He turned to leave but stopped. "The future could get a bit rocky, brother. It is best for us all to be prepared." With that, he disappeared, as stealthy as his ninja skills allowed him to be. "Hey wait." Domon took a step after him, but decided against following any further. He knew better, even though he was his brother. Smiling and shrugging, he turned away and started up the slopes towards camp.
Domon came to a stop and sat down in the grass. He wanted to take a moment to get something to eat, as well as rest. Reaching into his pocket, he found he still had a loaf of bread he'd stolen from the portable pantry earlier. He snickered. "Ran will be blaming the kids for this. Oh well." He bit into it to find that his teeth nearly burst out of his mouth. "Ack! Damn thing's too hard!" Drawing his katana, he tossed it once and sliced it hot dog roll style. "So you still make use of that sword." A voice said that seemed to come out of nowhere. But Domon knew better and turned around to see a familiar figure standing behind him against a tree. He gasped, the sword dropping to the ground. "It can't be." Schwarz smiled beneath his mask, regarding his brother with a tender shine in his eyes. "It's been a long while, Domon Kasshu." Domon ran forward and seized him by the arms. "Schwarz, is it really you? Niisan?" When the masked fighter nodded, Domon hugged him with such force; he nearly knocked them both into the water that stretched out to the left. "Erk! Well, you've definitely gotten stronger." Schwarz declared, overcoming his asphyxiation to return the embrace. "But that's to be expected of you after over another decade." Domon pulled back and beamed ecstatically. "I can't believe it's really you! How could it be?" Schwarz yanked off his mask, revealing the face Domon had never forgotten. "Don't ask me how, because I couldn't honestly say for sure. I suppose second chances are possible for anything." "Wait till Hiroji finds out! He'll be psyched to know his father's still alive!" "Hold on a second." He caught his younger brother by the arm. "That might not be such a good idea. Not yet anyway." Domon cocked his head. "What are you saying?" Schwarz tugged back on his mask and frowned. "With my return, there could be some trouble. Who knows what this could mean." He looked deep into Domon's eyes. "And should anything happen between now and the next Gundam fight, Hiroji should be at his best. He can't be if he's aware that I'm here." "But I don't." "You understand very well, Domon. If I had revealed my identity to you all those years back in this very land, you would have never been able to become the warrior you needed to be. I didn't want to blow it for you then, and I don't want to blow it on my son now." Schwarz placed his hand on Domon's shoulder and gripped it tightly. "Do you see it now?" Domon nodded. "Yeah, I do. But what's your plan then?" "My Gundam Spiegel is back in action. I will remain here to help where needed." He turned to leave but stopped. "The future could get a bit rocky, brother. It is best for us all to be prepared." With that, he disappeared, as stealthy as his ninja skills allowed him to be. "Hey wait." Domon took a step after him, but decided against following any further. He knew better, even though he was his brother. Smiling and shrugging, he turned away and started up the slopes towards camp.
