a lonely call was drowned out by the ear-piercing sound of twigs snapping between teeth. low growls and curses soon followed. to be defeated by not only a stranger but his own guardian as well, one he held ill feelings for as it was. it was nothing less of infuriating.
orochi knows the bitter feeling of loss now. and deep down he knows that it is his own fault those battles turned out the way they did. minori was right. he was just a boy, one filled with the fire of a soldier but not enough expertise to put it to good use. but even when he was aware of this, the dragon still forced this into the back of his mind.
i am a good fighter.
he hissed before snapping another stick.
minori’s so... so... dumb!
he reared upward and came down upon a small shrub. orochi was too caught up in his destructive venting to notice the woman.
a good fighter never losses his sense of awareness.
the advice was ironic, seeing that he was only able to catch the tail end of it. the continuous sound of snapping flora drowned out most of her words. he did eventually catch her form in the corner of his eye, causing him to drop whatever he was doing and face her with a hard glare.
you need to be like this, you should do that. don’t do this, that, or the other. orochi was tired of the constant orders that were thrusted towards him. why did everyone expect him to change so suddenly, now of all times? he wouldn’t bend. he was already perfect right?
who are you?
he hissed, what do you want?