[Shiro had been here for awhile now, and while at first he had been frantic to get BACK to the others, eventually some of the people here had sat him down and explained how the weird time stuff worked. While he was here Shigure, Kana and his friends were safe. Or as safe as they were when he last remembered, which wasn't very safe at all. But at least they weren't about to die while he was away.
So he settled in to help as best he could. He would get stronger while he was here, and take that strength back with him. It was win/win in his book. He had figured out how to summon his weapon- a naginata, which made him both amused and a little worried. It wasn't a sword like the Raijinto, but he had to admit the polearm was what his heart expressed, instead of the fate he was born into. So he'd take it.
That goal in mind, he could often be found training out by the beach, his weapon slicing through the air and spinning around his arms and waist- occasionally the blade would graze the sand and with the smallest of flames turn it into cracked and sparkling glass- but he hadn't quite figured out how to do that on command yet.
When he sees someone approach he calls out, waving his arm and gesturing them over]
Shiro | Fire Emblem Fates (Heirs of Fate) | Fire Opal
[Shiro had been here for awhile now, and while at first he had been frantic to get BACK to the others, eventually some of the people here had sat him down and explained how the weird time stuff worked. While he was here Shigure, Kana and his friends were safe. Or as safe as they were when he last remembered, which wasn't very safe at all. But at least they weren't about to die while he was away.
So he settled in to help as best he could. He would get stronger while he was here, and take that strength back with him. It was win/win in his book. He had figured out how to summon his weapon- a naginata, which made him both amused and a little worried. It wasn't a sword like the Raijinto, but he had to admit the polearm was what his heart expressed, instead of the fate he was born into. So he'd take it.
That goal in mind, he could often be found training out by the beach, his weapon slicing through the air and spinning around his arms and waist- occasionally the blade would graze the sand and with the smallest of flames turn it into cracked and sparkling glass- but he hadn't quite figured out how to do that on command yet.
When he sees someone approach he calls out, waving his arm and gesturing them over]
Hey! Come to take me on?
[How can you say no to that face? He's so eager]