You could hear a faint waterfall, a small pool of water in view, along with some remnants of it between some rocks close to it, flowing down to the pool.
Hiro placed his blistered hands in it, he hisses from the sting, he may be a bio-genetics but surely he could still feel the aftermath of wielding his sword for so long.
His sword fully transformed was lying against a tree.
Hiro used the back of his hand to wipe the beams of sweat against his features, before putting his hand back in the cold water, the wounds were already healing but still hurt like hell.
"Been training I see" Anzai's voice came in from behind.
Hiro quickly rose to his feet turning.
"General Anzai!"
"You have been scarce," He said with a smile against his lips.
"I have been training"
"Well isolating yourself from your friends isn't such a good idea, they are worried about you," Anzai said taking a seat on a large rock.
He tapped beside him.
