It had been many many months since the Crane Master Marku was in contact with anyone. His clothes were tarnished from wear and tear , they smelled rather bad and he was not eating that well. He had fallen into a state of depression. He had failed to find his father after a year of searching. He had lost all hope he would find him alive, or even his body at this point. He was gone and he wasn't coming back.

His students eventually gave up trying to console him, they left his school to go on their own paths.  "I've failed my father and my students" he whispered from his lips.

He chucked on another piece of wood to the burning hot fireplace he built with his experience from various adventures across the earth and other planets. Such skills were necessary to survive.

"Life is simpler out here... in the middle of no where. Back out there i had the weight of the world, no - perhaps half the galaxy itself" His hands shook begun to shack uncontrollably from the build up of anxiety.