Wheeling Gull Isle and i smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull

@Ruò

Strong. Huā's description had been stuck in his subconscious ever since he stepped on the island. Out here he was seen as the formidable wolf he always wanted to be. It felt good at first, but it made him feel a bit guilty after awhile. The beast-killing warrior was just a facade. In reality he was just a broken boy who got lucky. Orochi didn't want to be that boy anymore. In order to be that warrior, he needed to start by balancing on his legs. That's what bought him to the wide open shore that morning.

Orochi ran back and forth across the beach nonstop, falling a million times in the process. It was extremely embarrassing, but he comforted himself by thinking it was too early for anyone to stumble across him.