He would do this once he reached the top, in order to send out a distress beacon, and if it failed, he would climb down the other side and walk until it didn't fail. He fished out his scroll, checking for reception. Similar to Vale's defences, if cliffs were swapped out for a shallow bay. He remembered in his old classes how he was told Mistral had a natural barrier of mountain ranges on one side, and the cliffs on the other side protected them from oceanic Grimm. Mistral had been on the sign, in this direction. He shut that thought down and instead fished out his scroll. He tried not to think about the fact that any Grimm in the are would likely head towards his friends, who were heading towards. He stayed in a crouch in the precarious position, taking a breath and closing his eyes to see if his semblance was required or if the area was clear. He closed his eyes for a moment when he climbed over an alcove, clearing the lip of the rock. Training with his aura off as well as on made him stronger in the long run, as strong as he could be, at least. Hua Zhu had been a harsh mentor, but not an unkind one. He remembered how much he had hated toughening his hands at first. He moved with delicate precision, testing every handhold that his fingers found purchase in, thick callouses on his hands that protected him where his weak aura failed. Stormflower clipped to the sheaths on his thighs, and unburdened with a pack, he started his trek, waiting until the trail began to curve like a river to place his hands upon the mountain’s face and hoist himself up. He pulled a pink ribbon from his belt, gathering his hair up into a topknot so that it did not tangle while he climbed.
There was a trail from here, one that wound through the path of least resistance, but the quickest way was a straight line. Ren reached the trail’s end, taking a moment to behold the mountains before him.
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