I’ve dedicated about a dozen hours to digging in this hole and still nobody can squeeze through it. The anticipation is killing me; the passage beyond could be just a few meters long or it could expand the cave system by a mile. The only way to find out is to continue fighting my way through!
If you let darkness hug you.
Hundreds of feet below the surface.
You can feel how loud the world really is.
In that moment of darkness.
A small source of light.
Just a glimmer of light.
Can achieve something beautiful.
Prohodna is a karst cave in north central Bulgaria, located in the Iskar Gorge near the village of Karlukovo. There are traces of prehistoric habitation in this cave, dating back to the Neolithic and Chalcolithic.
“’It’s been a while,’” Hanzo repeated flatly, “Is that all you have to say?”
“I’m… happy to see you?” Genji ventured.
“I see you’re still insisting on that frivolous and fragile form,” said Hanzo.
“Yes, well… Blue is not my color,” said Genji. He smirked beneath his mask, “It’s hardly even yours.”
Genji brought up his wakizashi just in time to deflect the sickle blade of Hanzo’s kusarigama before Hanzo retracted the chain.
“So you can still defend yourself,” said Hanzo, “I was worried. Rumor had it some monk trapped you in a teapot.”
Like many siblings, Hanzo and Genji happened to be very good at pissing each other off very quickly. Genji rushed forward and struck this time, only to find his blade tangled in the kusarigama’s chain. The sickle blade was going for his shoulder but Genji drew Ryū Ichimonji and stopped it before it made its mark. Hanzo bore his weight down on the sickle blade, but Genji knew better than to get into a battle of brute strength against his brother.