Chapter 113

The sun was not left out in the mourning of Doctor Hiro. The clouds formed to pay their respects, leading the darkness that swamped the academy. Leaves flew with the breeze sewed into their veins as wings for flight, and the sun took the day off resting from the extra shift it put on yesterday.

“... he was a—”

Some thought it was the emotion, some had no thoughts, but not many people noticed that Master Yonda lost his train of thought on the platform. His eyes darted to the stranger that floated around in his flowing garment.

“Who is he?” Master Yonda blurted his thoughts out loud.

“... who is he? Who is he? Some of you may ask. He is one of the finest to leave this place. He is a legend that has mended a lot of you and us. He is a believer in the ways of religion, and he is never gone from our hearts. He lives on, he is not dead to us.” Master Yonda pounded his chest with his right clenched fist.

The atmosphere gradually soiled like oil to paper as the sounds of beaten chests spre