Oft got without merit, oft lost without deserving

( Introspection )

[Sunday morning finds Law at the Memorial Garden planting white heather, and then to the Shrine. He’s not sure what to do here, really. He’s never been religious, just spiritual in his own way, and the traditions outside a wedding or a funeral or basically acting mannerly at a shrine are ones he’s unfamiliar with.

All the crows around the building are comforting, really.

Later in the morning, he hits the beach. It’s the closest to home he can get, and before he takes the Shinonome out for a few hours, he finds a log hauled up the sand and just sits. Watches the waves crash on shore.

Afternoon finds him at the Battle Dome training. Or more specifically, training by fighting with his eyes bandaged over. The safeties are only on for this session, normally Law does without, but he’s testing the limits of what he can perceive with his Haki. He swings by the Item Shop to pick up a Go board and everything that needs to go with it, and then heads home to set up with that and his Shogi board on the porch.

It’s time to coax some spirits over to play and try to work back into feeling comfortable with their presence. Games seem to work wonders, and soon House 22’s backyard is as spirit central as it ever gets, admittedly with not all those involved playing, but all involved commenting. And arguing. And teasing. And whatever else that floats their boat.

Through it all the wind blows leaves through the backyard. One remains stubbornly stuck to Law’s forehead. He seemingly pays it no mind as he plays on.]