Akuma was busy again. When he isnt meditating, training his fists, or scouring the land outside of Enma's hollow, he was carving something out of wood. His Top Knot looked mostly neat, as if since you became his pupil, he's been trying to be a little more orderly.

"Hmph." He responds to one of your questions. When he shifts around crosslegged to be a little more comfortable, wood falls and curves over the blade he carves with. Akuma looked up at you momentarily, answering something. "My life is that of a vagabond. I journey through the mountains and lay in the fields. The moon is my companion. The grass, my nightly refuge. With each day of my journey, I consume only what I must. In order to sustain myself, I live off the land. Wild beasts, roots, fruits. The wilds are rich once one is able to put aside their preconceptions. A journey is life, and life is training."

Soon, he pulls you right onto his lap. Now with his arms enveloping your frame, reaching around your front to continue his wood art. Your mouth ceases to say anything more, but he...liked your questions. "Hmph. Continue!"