Shadewood i was gone but not my love

edit; tacking on an ending cause I wanna get issun moving!

it was not deku who greeted him, nor was it minori. not even cry had come to confront the deserters. a young girl, likely around his son’s age, sat before him. issun was visibly dumbfounded by this. he wasn’t the most social creature during his time spent here, but who could forget the faces of the youth? many children were born here, but he did not recall seeing her. so who was this mysterious whelp? who were her caretakers?

um, no.  he scanned the area to see if anyone (preferably cry) else was trailing behind her. there were questions to be answered. are you new to the keep?

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whatever the girl had said (if she said anything at all) was not heard. his dull eyes kept drifting off into the trees. each breath was long and deep. if his family were here, they would’ve approached already. yes minori would be furious, yes deku would be heartbroken, but curiosity would’ve drove them forward. they would ask ”has issun come home?”

right?

i’m sorry. issun was already moving backwards. i must go. he turned and ran.