The thing was that he understood survival, and even he knew that keeping one's self alive meant not being where danger was.
Oh, his mind put its own unique spin on the concept of how to manage that particular idea. As far as he figured it, one didn't go rushing into face forces of physics, like an earthquake or a whirlpool, you didn't try to directly fight it. When a typhoon would hit his home, he'd go and hunker down much as any of his neighbors would, and wouldn't try and force his will upon something brought about by the gods.
And right now, he had much to keep himself occupied in that regard. Through thoughts that were terribly direct, especially for him, he realized that he didn't want to be there. Obviously, these local women, who were obviously opposite of his pure and tidy Akane Tendo, were clearly trying to put him into some sort of horribly unpleasant difficulty. Given that he really did not want to give them the satisfaction of succeeding at his expense. So, rather than wanting to face whatever it was that they were putting him in front of, he was looking to punish them for their transgressions. However, he did not wish to burden himself with reeducating the whole city, and figured that leaving them to their misbehavior would be appropriate for now.
Fortunately, he had his weapon now, and so he could do something about it. Focusing his energies, he sliced through the exit of his cell, and charged through the resulting opening, allowing the dust and debris to blind them to his movements. Then he ran forward, swinging his makeshift 'blade' as best he could at all those who were in his path. It was not as good as a true sword would be, but he was perfectly able to send the barely clad enemies flying. Walls shattered under his attacks as he ran, and the roads exploded from his slashes.
They all made to maneuver around him... but Kuno did not aim to be going through any fancy footwork. Rather, he would be like the surely wielded blade, slashing through all that was in front of him. Cutting away all opposition before him, he'd put as much distance between him and those who would aim to bind him down. No, he had better things to do than to be kept in a place of darkness when he could bring glory to the world at large.
Still, he had to get free of their presence, and so he raced from the hidden grounds behind the outcroppings and dashed across the open fields, with the howls of the angry women behind him. No doubt they had little desire to lose what they had seen as a most worthy capture, but he did not see them as being the proper ones to keep him. As such, he headed out along some hills and lands until he saw what seemed to be a sheltering bundle of gnarled trees.
Oddly enough, there was an apparently pitted stone pillar there, but he ignored it, and headed through the twisted bits of growth. Almost as if it was trying to choke off any life from coming into the place, the bushes and thorny plants blocked any real path, forcing him to cut through them with his makeshift bokuto. Deeper and deeper he went, certain that nothing would keep him from getting through.
What he did find surprised him, as a great stone structure faced him, looking to have been built of obsidian, at least from the dark face it presented. Twin spires, built like the halves of a pyramid, or the horns of a great beast topped off a solid and hard edged structure, with some sort of reliefs etched into the walls. Massive statues stood guard, both at the walkway to the building, and at the entrance.
Recognizing this as a place of no little significance, Kuno hurried in, certain that no local would dare intrude on what had to be a place of prominence. They, even more than him, would have to know the importance of such a thing, and so he was sure that it would keep him safe. After all, they would not want to poke into this sort of place, which would mean that they could not search for him. Due to that, they would not find him here.
Satisfied that he had found himself a haven, he strode in, sure that nothing would bother him now. He could take a rest, and care for himself in a structure that no doubt had major importance to those who lived in this area. For them to have created such a place as this, it meant that it had to be meant for honoring one of their gods. Looking around, he was certain that the being here had to be rather revered, as they had built strong walls capable of standing the test of ages for the being in question. Even as he walked in, wondering where he could find the makings of a torch, he did not see the flickerings of the shadows around him.
Basically, it was rather unfortunate that Kuno could not even read the local language, never mind the ancient dialect that he'd thought of as mere decorations. Had he been able to do that, then he might have been able to read the carvings on the pillar that he'd passed. That was pretty important... given that it warned any who found it that to keep on that path was to find the 'Temple of Ancient Evil'.
Given that he had an ignorance that wasn't even from his own delusions, he had a legitimate reason to not know that as he searched for a place to hunker down, while:
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