Forty-Eight.
He missed the smells and scents that usually permeated the air, he felt uneasy being incapable of hearing the softest noises of the animals, the delicate flatter of birds in the forest, the tree branches that rustled in the wind.
Without the senses he was born and raised with, he felt blind and deaf.
He could not even wield his swords anymore! Disgruntled, he looked down at his new hands – little three-fingered appendages with a green and wrinkled skin – and thought back at when he had tried to unsheathe Bakusaiga, ending up burned.
That had been truly an appalling moment.
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(100 words.)