Renewal.

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A click of his blade, upon sheathing. The flop of a body heard...several, to be exact. Fingers trail through his hair, as he sighed. Concluding things for the day. He opted to turn away, and walk down and along a quiet street. Yamato vanishing within his grasp as the eldest son of Sparda, seemed to be headed somewhere to ease his mind. Much having transpired, upon his return to the human world, once again.

He is quiet. Without much to say. His only current goal was to continue whatever he had set as his own, new, personal goal. With all the power he could have dreamed for, he now feels re-invigorated. With a new purpose.