Ambling her way in the forest, she simply checked her bearings. Not much seemed to be happening at the moment, meaning that this area is just decent enough. Leaves rustled around her. Bugs tiptoed onto trees. Birds twittered, and squirrels jumped about. She exhaled a small breath and found a place of dirt to sit on. As she sat her bottom down, Setuh closed her eyes and made more deep, deep breaths.
Let the meditation begin...
Meanwhile, Dynamo and his nephew were legging off in an extended loop. Rico had Brickina stuck in his arms. Dynamo, who was in front of the two, sustained his pace of running, while staying close.
"You know, unc Mo...", Brickina said.
"Hmm?", Dynamo chirped.
"If we aren't part of the plan, then what the hell are we supposed to do?".
"Well you see, my niece... I haven't decided on that part."
"Okay. Why are we running?".
"To pass the time for your mother and other uncle."
A short-stacked grin enters his face.
"This type of training is very special for both of them. Despite them having entered this before, they haven't fully mastered "Sin's Marathon". If they fail to do so, only the greater evil would be expected to take its throne in the world we live today. Therefore..."
Back at the forest, Setuh still sits with less sound on the ground. As seconds go by, the place becomes increasingly quiet. Each blurting animal disappears into nowhere, and the ripped, deceased leaves hop-scotch off into the distance.
