Wandering.

That was pretty much all that Kassava had been doing the past few days. He often preferred to label it as exploring. Or even journeying on certain days. But today, deep down he knew that he was just wandering.

Not that Kassava minded it at all. At heart, he was a wanderer. He enjoyed being free to go and do exactly wherever and whatever he pleased, and the act of wandering itself provided constant proof that he was able to do this. There were two goals that were constantly in his head, however. First and foremost was to find someone to properly train him how to fight. He wouldn't accept just anyone, however. He needed someone that was truly strong, so that he, in turn, could learn and become truly strong, as well. Others may have looked at this as stubborn, and might have just chosen to take what they could get if they were in his position, given the fact that his position was basically homeless, and in the middle of nowhere. He wasn't the same as others, however, and he knew that. He was going to be better.

His second goal was one that Kassava knew was a bit more far off. That, of course, being to find his father. Kassava often thought about what he would do if...no, when he actually did find his father. Obviously he would question him about why he left Kassava and his mother defenseless. Whether it was his intention or not, Brussels had essentially given his family and village a death sentence by not being there to protect them.

Kassava didn't know what else he would do, though. Would the reason Brussels gave be justifiable? There was no way, in Kassava's mind. He figured he would probably punch the old bastard in the face or something when he saw him.

There the boy was, walking along a path surrounded by trees. The very trees surrounding Kassava, he figured, were perhaps the only thing (Save for his precious hat) keeping him from melting, with the sun beating down, as it many a time did. He knew that he was somewhere close to the ocean surrounding the Eastern Continent, and he could hear it. He couldn't locate any familiar landmarks or anything, though, meaning that he didn't exactly know where he was.

As Kassava continued to walk, he could hear the sound of...was that people? Up to this point, Kassava's expedition had been void of any living creatures that weren't animals, so this was a healthy surprise. As he walked on and on through the path, the voices got louder and louder, and before he knew it, the path had led up to a village.

Kassava walked through the village. He hadn't been to such a village in a very long time. It was similar to his own when he was growing up, but it was more advanced. There was a marketplace, a proper school, and-

"A dojo!" Kassava exclaimed, as he began to jog towards it. Plenty of individuals that looked to be around the same age range as himself lined the outside of the dojo, sparring with training dummies, practicing, and just talking. He would be able to meet other fighters, and perhaps even find a teacher! Kassava's run was brought to a halting stop though, as he felt an all too familiar gurgle in his stomach. His eyes darted from left to right, as he searched around for food frantically. His prayers seemed to be answered, as to his right, was a tavern that seemed to also serve as a restaurant. Food first, dojo later. He thought to himself, as he dashed into the tavern without a second thought.