Throughout the silence of the forest, there was one sound that was flowing in the entirety of Karakura Forest -- the sound of an instrument being played. Pitches changed, and notes altered to create a flowing piece that echoed and brought life to the world of foliage in the outskirts of Karakura. All of this was originating from a young man who roamed the forest, with a bamboo flute pressed to his lips. Small jingles could be heard from the sword at his side, rattling softly as he moved throughout the forest.
It was one of these times that Henrex found the most peace. Being in somewhere that reminded him of a dear home, now so long gone, and being able to perform without the need for anxiety of a crowd. Stepping over a felled log, Henrex found himself switching the song. Instead of the upbeat, joyful melody, to something that was a bit more somber. The speed of his music began to slow tremendously, now switching to "Tsuru no Sugumori". The soulful, languid notes of the song floated from his flute.
It was a song that fit pretty well with his current surroundings and the current atmosphere. As time passed, it would become even more appropriate. As the time passed, the forest grew dark. Clouds overhead began to gather, and soon, the sound of rain pattering against the leaves was what accompanied the music in the forest. So, inhaling deeply, before bringing the instrument back to his lips, and resuming the song that he was playing once more.
As Henrex stepped over a log, he turned his head to the sky, looking at the stratus clouds as he walked along. However, he would not get far. As he stepped forward, he felt his foot come into contact with something. But, it was a bit late for him to do anything before he fell, his other leg getting snared against the very same thing, causing him to trip and fall. With his head smacking against the ground, while the rest of his body just sort of hovered there, somewhat laying on whatever he had tripped on.
He stood up, brushing himself off. 'What did I trip on?'
The thought of 'what' would quickly be dismissed, with Henrex seeing that it was not something
, but rather, someone
. A woman was laying there, sleeping. Swallowing nervously, Henrex slowly stepped away, making sure to deafen each and every step he took, nervous that he might have disturbed her slumber. Henrex's fingers tightened around his flute, lowering the instrument to his side, with his hand merely inches away from his sword -- should he have to draw it.
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