What is this I don't even...

[kaimujin]

Coming home was always...interesting, to say the least. Besides the fact that Kai was one of the smallest gorons in the mountain, it didn't help that he was fairly young with it too. Most his age would be trying to get bigger and comparing muscles. Something he tired of, as it did no good. So there was the occasional teasing involved, as well as the pointed questions. Always questions. How long was he going to stay? What was he doing now? Did he find work okay? Still? What was wrong with him? When was he going to stop this nonsense and become a proper goron? He could only bear so much before going outside to cool down from the constant barrage. They didn't see that this was the life that he chose, did they? Nor did they seem to care, sometimes. Kaimujin was sure that he was an example for the younger gorons, of what not to do with ones life. Some regarded him as a failure, he was sure. It was getting ridiculous, but what was he to do?

Giving a sigh, the goron cast an eye over the rock face next to him. Well, there was nothing for it. He needed practice, anyhow, and climbing always did some good. From different places in his tattered tunic, Kai withdrew two hooks. Gripping them rather firmly, he took one last look at the mountain before he started, leaping into the air and catching a crag of rock with the curved tip. Securing his hold with his feet, the ninja reached up with his other hook and began the long, arduous and relaxing climb up a cliff.

Hopefully he wouldn't fall this time.