Silver Moraine yūkan na

All welcome
@Masa

The coast was far behind, the cold was biting, and the salty breeze carried no clear direction. But for now, all that mattered to Shinjou was that he was far away—far from trouble, far from responsibility, far from reprimands and his father’s ever-judging gaze. Here, he was free to reinvent himself, to become whoever he wished to be.

For the moment, though, he muttered under his breath, restless and dissatisfied. He regretted leaving with nothing and no one—not even a woman to distract him or offer comfort. Lost in thought, he had come to a halt in the middle of the rocky path, taking in his surroundings with growing disdain. What a wretched place. With an irritable grunt that suited his foul temper, he cleared his throat and spat.

AAAARRRRGH!! he groaned, already complaining.