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Momma, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Samurai
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cubofkai, a horse, and you.
Where: Just about anywhere; the Lake
When: Afternoon!
Style: Either/or!
When Mitsuhide had told Yukimura he could train a horse to allow him to ride as he usually did, he took that to heart. Nearly every morning since he had been working with a stallion nearly as excitable as he was, chatting excitedly to it as he taught the horse with surprising patience.
Now his hard work was paying off.
If you hear the sound of pounding hooves, you may wish to get out of the way.
Yukimura was crouched on the back of the stallion, one foot sideways and the other placed squarely between the beast's shoulder blades. He held his hands at his sides, missing the feel of his spears in his hands, as they cantered through any space big enough and empty enough for an excitable horse and his master to pass through.
If one were to follow them, eventually they would find a laughing Yukimura near the lake, brushing the sweat off the equine's body as it drank its fill.
cubofkai, a horse, and you.Where: Just about anywhere; the Lake
When: Afternoon!
Style: Either/or!
When Mitsuhide had told Yukimura he could train a horse to allow him to ride as he usually did, he took that to heart. Nearly every morning since he had been working with a stallion nearly as excitable as he was, chatting excitedly to it as he taught the horse with surprising patience.
Now his hard work was paying off.
If you hear the sound of pounding hooves, you may wish to get out of the way.
Yukimura was crouched on the back of the stallion, one foot sideways and the other placed squarely between the beast's shoulder blades. He held his hands at his sides, missing the feel of his spears in his hands, as they cantered through any space big enough and empty enough for an excitable horse and his master to pass through.
If one were to follow them, eventually they would find a laughing Yukimura near the lake, brushing the sweat off the equine's body as it drank its fill.
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Time is money, after all!
[That might almost even sound like Sasuke, complete with cheeky tone.]
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I do not mean to squander it. Do you have a suggestion, then, for what I should do with it?
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Then work for it. Make use of it! Do something with your time here.
Figure out why it is you still can't lead. That's more worthwhile than just vowing that you will, someday in the future.