(Young Priest clicky).
"They just wont listen.... why wont they undertsand," a youthful monk sighed as he walked around the temple trying to block out the sounds of the dreadful work at hand not to far away from his current location. Asaki knew from the very first sight of the youthful warlords men coming to the forest that a harsh, and all to real dark omen had come to their lands. Yet the men of the camps wouldn't listen to the monks pleads also just laughing at the stories of spirits being disturbed. Asaki himself had gone over there a few times to try, and take reason into his own hands only to be turned around with a few bruises from rocks. The only other option the monk could see at the moment was hoping the spirits could scare them away... yet the soldiers only took it at best a sign of childrens play from the villages.
"War never brings anything good to the people... yet this youthful fool's power hunger has no eyes to see the truth," the priest sighed as he hit the back side of his head against the temple slowly lowering himself to the ground in a sitting position. What was he going to have to do talk to the young lord himself.... Asaki's eyes suddenly opened wide at the thought... maybe the young ruler wasn't to blind to atleast hear the pleading of his people... especially that of a holy priest.... even if just a junior priest. Asaki's eyes wondered before noticing the foreign apple tree not to far away from himself... he had remember buying it from a foreigner way back when he was little... he practicle had to beg the high monk to let him plant it in the area. Reaching out to it the monk took in a soft breath of air befor concentrating on a single apple. At first it just seemed like he was bored, and just stretching his hand out... that was until one of the apples snapped off the tree and gently levitated to his hand.
"I wonder if such a warlord would have a care to listen to the rambling truth of a holy man.... besides he is doing this in the name of greed.... should I really expect something to come from such a journey," the young holy man asked himself as he took a bite out of the sweet apple... Fuji.... that what the travel had said they were. The priest let loose a soft smile as he continued to enjoy the apple. No.... he had to atleast try, in the name of both man and spirit.... he had to atleast try.
"It seems I'll be in need of a long talk with the High Priest... and a good amount of supply.... and a guide," the young priest layed his head down in defeat remembering that he had never left the confined area of the temple, and village. How could such a young, and innocent teen expect to survive such a trek?