Wheeling Gull Isle sing to the death rattle

Orochi had done nothing but busy work for the past couple of weeks. Patrol, hunt, practice fighting. These distractions were much needed. Everytime he thought about Minori it felt like the world was closing in on him. The chores kept his mind off her, and anything else that was bothering him.

Today was no different from any other. He zoned out as he walked along the border over and over again. He spotted someone approach from a distance, and quickly made his way towards them.

Ying! He halted when he was close enough. What are you doing?