Only now taking in the scope of the battle he had just fought, realizing he had surprised himself yet again with his incredible rate of growth, having no idea that he would have ever mastered such a legendary technique in the midst of a random battle out of the blue. Looking down at the destruction that had torn through not just the forest, but cut through a stretch of likely 80 miles with the momentum of the tornado stirred up by their devastating clash. Fortunately enough, Zol was aware enough of his surroundings during the fight to direct the momentum away from any nearby towns, villages, or kingdoms, though he was certain if he hadn't his opponent would have done the same, it was one of the many mutual understandings him and the mysterious fighter came to within their deep eye contact and examination of each other's spirit.
The saying that two swordsmen speak to each other through their blades doesn't nearly get the message across enough as to what exactly is meant by that saying, Zol preferred to say that two souls giving it their all in the heat of battle are able to catch a glimpse of a reflection of who they truly are in the moment, all corresponding mutual understandings stem from reaching a similar state of mind, though this is a long winded way to say the same in a sense, Zol had always been detail oriented and meticulous in his understandings, perhaps he should write a novel?
Coming to a sense of peace within himself once again, Zol enjoyed his leisurely 80 mile stroll back to the Druskin kingdom where he had made his recent appearance on the royal scene, finding slight amusement in how high strung and tightly wound they all were. On this walk Zol realized that his slight deliberation involving seeking an apprentice was in fact, because he did not have a need for an apprentice, seemingly he was the strongest warlord to ever exist, he believed himself to be, even having just come across a rival fighter nearly equal in strength in a random encounter, he did not get the chance to ask the fighter if he already knew who he was and decided to search for him to find him in that pub. Strangely, he did not even remember the color of the fighters hair, being the detail oriented person he was, this was strange, though he decided to not think much of it.
Arriving back in the Druskin kingdom, he walked to the pub to tie up any loose ends, offering to pay the cost of the door repair and any bottles that broke. Though the owner of the pub was hesitant, as Zol had nothing to do with the unfortunate excessive display of strength, upon hearing that person no longer existed, they accepted his generousity. Though not every bottle was accounted for, the total amount of gold coins the damage came out to was estimated at 762 gold coins.
Casually pulling out a hefty sack with 1000 gold coins from his bottomless bag, Zol gave it to the owner of the pub and walked back home. It having been only 6 pm when he left, passing by the large clocktower Zol saw that it was now 11:30 pm. Deciding he was tired enough and that he had nothing left to do today but relax and enjoy his victory, after walking through the door's to his cozy yet large and luxurious home, to enjoy his large and luxurious bed. Oh it truly is great to be alive, he thought to himself as his body hit the bed. He appreciated being able to release all of his tension with the fight against the mysterious person. He did wonder if the itch would return, though this fight gave him a new understanding, one he seemed to be running from for a while now, he wasn't meant for the life of relaxation, though it would be avaliable when necessary, and he did not blame himself for making the choices he did to acquire fame and glory to attain riches and luxury, he realized that deep down, he was meant to always keep trying as hard as he could to become to strongest warlord there ever was. He truly did hope there was more of a challenge than the things of this world he had already conquered, though either the world would have to surprise him or he'd have to find a new world as it seemed there was nowhere left to look for strong fighters, easing his excitement still from the fight he had not long ago been so focused, precise and elegant in, he was truly reminded of why he decided to become the person he was, down to every detail. He decided to not doubt life's ability to throw new challenges his way, as he dozed off into a slumber.
Waking up to the smell of pancakes, Zol was in an extremely good mood, giving Rodney an appreciative nod as he sat down and rolled up the sleeves of his fresh suit, having had gotten yesterday's suit very dirty in the battle, though without a single tear, he had naturally given it to Rodney to wash. Picking up his knife and fork and eating the pancakes with satisfaction, glancing out the window and enjoy the chirping of the birds, Zol was once again feeling a sense of home and belonging within himself, something he wondered if he would ever feel again after he lost his family to war.
As sweet as it all was, Zol decided he was nearly obligated to share his good mood, feeling that if great power comes with great responsibility, with a great mood comes a great need to share that with others, though he wasn't someone who liked to get too personal with people, he had his own ways of showing people love. Finishing his breakfast and walking out into the town, he dismissed his anxious maids with a nearly embarressed and understanding look, though he did not directly say that he was sorry for previously calling her a wretch, he believed she understood from his micro facial expressions and demeanor within the nod, naturally he was very attuned to these things as well, being a man of class and eloquence.
Making his way down the beautiful streets of the upperclass in Druskin, Zol caught a whiff of the smell of flowers and various meals being prepared by the surrounding families, overhearing a few lovely conversations with his incredible superhuman hearing, though he was used to such things and didn't focus too much on any particular thing, allowing it all to pass through him naturally and effortlessly, synchronizing into a combination of smells that boosted his mood even further, truly, ever time is seemed he couldn't feel better, he felt even better. Such a strange thing he thought, but he continued with his original intention of spreading his good mood.
Passing by a few walking couples and people running their daily errands or going out to a play or resturaunt, he gave a quiet smile to each of them as they briefly exchanged glances, attempting in any way to lighten to mood of each and every person he came across, making it to the town sqaure and sitting on a bench, he sat and watched at the fountain in the center of the sqaure continued its stream of water as it always did, pouring out from the top down four sides, twisting back into the center of the fountain down below as it descended, it was a marvel of craftsmanship.
Hearing some commotion going on a bit far away, Zol decided to get up and walk closer to properly hear the situation, as he turned around the corner of a building and was able to see the situation, Zol saw a crowd had formed surrounding two drunk fighters, drunkenly exchanging blows, without much of their strength in their punches as they seemed to be too inebriated to properly perform. Watching as they continued, eventually fighting more with themselves to stay standing than each other, one threw a final haymaker, knocking down the other, putting his hands up with the last of his energy letting out a
"Hurrrahh!"
As he collapsed as well, being dragged away by what Zol could only assume to be his girlfriend. Zol realized that perhaps everybody wanted to fight with all their might deep down, or maybe just to give something their complete and utter attention at all, he thought as he glanced over to a mother gazing lovingly at her child sitting on a bench as she holds the bottle of milk, staring deeply into her child's eye's, amused by the child's innocence. Though sitting several hundred meters away, Zol could see extremely clearly, he wondered when even his eyesight had become so precise.
With every moment he realized further an underlying secret to all things, though he also had the sense that this feeling would not last forever and he would be left as someone who could only barely grasp at the idea of how deeply intricate his mind was now, though simultaneously he did not doubt his ability to consistently surprise himself with his ability to stay on top of things. Perhaps these were just the things necessary to be a warlord, realizing that perhaps his good mood really did rub off on the people of his surroundings, he snapped out of his moment of introspection, gazing off into the distance at the loving mother who couldn't even see him, to other appearing as if he was looking into the distance and zoning out, though he was actually zoning in ironically, he looked at the people of his surroundings to find that most of of them turned their heads away as he turned his towards them, though of course with his incredible perception he saw that they were in fact staring at him, deeply looking into his eye's as if wondering about the quality of his thoughts. It really was strange how the world worked he thought....
Decided to pay too much attention to such pointless considerations such as thinking something is or calling something weird. Who cares if it is or not, after all, it is what it is. Zol found himself saying this to himself quite often, it seemed to be a... mantra of sorts.
Zol wondered if this sort of saying could help others to accept things as they are as he does, though he realizes as well he can only express these words at the proper time to the proper person, or else he could risk coming off the wrong way, he supposed anybody would be running that risk having said anything at all ever. Snapping out once again of his deep introspection he couldn't seem to shake, Zol walked home once again, although the day hadn't necessarily been an adventerous one, being much more scenic and introspective, Zol felt that was what he needed after the previous day having consisted of such an intense battle, it was what he deserved.
Having worked up an appetite, Zol also felt that he deserved a sandwhich. Requesting Rodney to make the usual, he sat into his comfortable chair in the main quarters, and picked up the book he had been reading recently, written by a very introspective person, he found comfort in the words he wrote, seemingly aligning with the same sort of thought proccess that he had, and found it very easy to read and let the time fly, it wasn't long before he had his sandwhich, almost as if Rodney had set a record time for sandwhich making speed this time, or at least a personal best, as it was seemingly only a single minute between the request and the plate arriving beside Zol. Giving another nod of appreciation, keeping conversation to a minimum through subtle looks of understanding, Zol remained in a peaceful state of mind as he read his book until he fell asleep, although he hadn't yet done too much with his day, and it was barely afternoon, Zol felt relaxed, tired, and deserving of a nap.