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Location: 8th divisions North wing
The floating temple by the docks
Set on a personal Journey to improve himself, The 8th division captain must learn new tricks or suffer the curse of his powerless state.
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on Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:25 am, edited 6 times in total. word count: 325
- Posts: 410
- Joined: Thu Feb 23, 2017 2:28 am
- User Title: Shadow Walker
Winter was now over but the blistery cold that came with it still lingered on. Tiny snowflakes sat partly on top blooming leaves with early morning dew thickened around sakura trees. Hidden within its mist a figure 5ft tall, ambled along catered path with arms locked loosely behind him. He appeared smug, clothed in black haori, a black white hakama and a zori worn over his white tabi. His waist sat free of grungy gadgets hosting neither swords nor their respective sheaths. However, in its place a white haori himo hanged loosely below his chest holding both ends of his outer jacket in place.
The figure, Hazuki Ryuga had drifted off early in the morning, into the woods in search of a temple stationed by the docks. The floating temple as most had called it was rumored to contain martial arts secrets and cultures practiced all over the world. Their array of knowledge was said to be impressive and their tutors reformed. However the tales also had it that the temple was once lost and later found by Master Wang a master in the art of war and his two children Itto and Gin both identical twins. Their tales had had many versions but one thing was certain to all. The floating temple only arrived at the 8th division deck once every two years.
Partly aware of this fact thanks to previous miss, Hazuki had mentally prepared himself for what was to come, and had further gone ahead to polish his form. He could remember his earlier attempt to board the ship, a painful memory it was for him as he had ended up making a fool of himself before the two brothers. Itto as he recalled was more aggressive of them both and had beaten him with a stick in a sword fence. He had further gone ahead to beat him with his bare knuckles causing him to run back to the districts in pain. The two brothers were experts in the art of swordsmanship as he recalled even though this happened some few centuries ago.
Now he’d doubt they could even lay a single finger on him considering how far he had come. He’d sworn to beat them one day and had decided to personally further his art at swordsmanship partly because of that. However, these were childish feeling he once harbored as he now cared less about it. His visit today was purely to see what more he could learn and this out of every other thing took priority.
Arriving at the edge of the hill where the earthen rocks stopped and the timber walk way started, the pale shinigami felt the familiar pressure Master Wang emitted during his training sections, a ting of immeasurable power which naturally carved fear into the heart of the weak. He could recall how tense the wind bellowed and how rigorous the sea rippled every time he swung his blade. This drew fear into him at a younger age, causing him to wait outside till he was done with his training. He’d almost immediately feel the urge to laugh at the thought of it, only suppressing himself to a smile as he walked into the central training space.
It was impressive to think the man still had his wits after all these years, however to his shock hed find two middle aged men clad in blue and red going at each other with a yanyuedao (偃月刀; lit. "reclining moon blade") held in hand. The wind pressure around him quickly became tense as both fighters dashed at each other, leaping from one end of the board to another. Their movement came fast and swift with power causing each clash of blades litter sparks of light into the air.
The man in red seemed to determine the tempo of the brawl, putting more power into his swing. His muscles stood out from his clothing as he ripped a diagonal swing at his partner. Cleverly the man in blue avoided the edges of his blade but had moved in haste causing him a chance to take advantage of his opened rare. Following the power of his swing the red man let go of his moon blade allowing it spin of sporadically towards the pale shingamis location.
Impressive Hazuki thought seeing the blade swing towards his head. He could tell he had purposely played his brother into avoiding that while all the time aiming for him. however, he'd stand firmly where he stood noticing the blade had lost some accuracy during its release.The blade swiftly flew by his ear parting only a single strand of his long wavy hair before impaling into a dragon statue stationed at his back.
“What do you want here?” the man spoke, commanding terror with his deep voice. You’ve not changed a bit Hazuki replied with a forced smile all over his face. "You know me?" The red man replied moving forward to access him, however before he could come close his brother who now had his moon blade casually rested on-top his left shoulder gasped in surprise as if he’d just figured it out.
“Brother he must be a fan” he replied mockingly hoping to carve a vein out of his brothers face. Not now Gin he quickly echoed returning his gaze to the captain.
“Tell me what you want here or”
“I’m here to meet Master Wang” Hazuki interrupted not ready to receive any threat from anybody. “Kindly point me to his quarters and you can carry on with your dance practice” He slyly mocked hoping the big man would take the bait.
To his surprise the man quickly thundered a heavy laughter, holding his belly as he slapped his left palm into his tie. He’d occasionally point at him as if showing him off to his brother whom had for some reason not decided to laugh. “You called this a dance”, the man quickly stopped his laughter releasing an intense pressure around him. Why don’t you come and dance with me he’d add walking over to a weapon rack where he'd pick two blades, before tossing one to him.
Catching the blade mid air, he’d react almost instantaneously allowing his wrist drop low while the tip of his blade touched the ground."Uhhm could you give me a stick instead" he’d utter pretending the blade was too heavy for him to carry. Following his request the man in blue (gin) quickly tossed over a perfect fencing stick usually used for practice. Immediately Hazuki adjusted his wrist to its feel swinging it a couple times to get the feel of it. In truth it had been years he’d held one of these sticks and was currently shocked at how light it felt. Nonetheless, looking straight into the eyes of Itto he’d wave him on signaling how ready he was.
Like wild fire his opponent dashed at him swinging diagonally downwards to part him in two, his form was swift as usual but even this attack was way beyond his speed giving him the needed space to step back a bit only avoiding the length of his blade. The man continued is motion nonetheless using different variation of same attack with adjusted speed and direction.
Similarly Hazuki would only step back as if left with no other option than to avoid. In truth he could already feel what his opponent was trying to do as his back neared the edge of the box. It was always a good move to keep your opponents option limited and with a smile he’d continue to hack trough space believing Hazuki had no option than to evade and move back.
In a second he’d sprout into the air coiling up is blade as if conjuring the elements before swinging is down with strength. He’d carefully aimed at the pale man’s head that was now a ft away from hitting a waist length fence which protected one from falling into the river. To his surprise however, Hazuki swiftly lifted himself unto the fence in a perfect split allowing his opponents’ blade hit the wooden floor where it buried deep into it. He immediately slammed the full force of the wooden sword into his opponent back head as if trying to split his skull. His opponent grunted in pain losing his balance as a result.
Acrobatically he lifted himself before attempting a front flip to leave the fence. His acrobatic display simply rested him at the point he’d started with his face turned to back his opponent. Taking advantage of this Itto followed up with an attack aimed to stab into his skull, already aware of this he’d shift his head to the left allowing his opponent blade pass through his right ear. However this was not all as he’d further reverse the grip of is wooden sword. Stabbing it tip to the huge mans chest, turning in one sweep he’d adjust his grip once more before slamming it into the right wrist of the man holding the blade. Noticing a slight hesitation in his form thanks to the pain he’d further go ahead with a final blow aimed at the ankle of the man.
The man quickly buckled in pain dropping his arm as he limped back in fear. Raising his hand to strike him one more time, Hazuki quickly felt the wind change around him causing him to repel from the target with the aid of shunpo. Only to find a moon staff stabbed into the location he once stood.
"Your instincts are impressive" an old man uttered clapping his hands as he stepped down from the ship. "Father!!" the two brothers’ immediately echoed heads bowed with sweet running down their cheeks. They too had been as surprised as Hazuki on seeing the blade drop. but unlike Hazuki had not noticed it till it planted its head deep into the docks.
“Master Wang” Hazuki slightly bowed with a smile on his face, happy he'd gotten his point across. He’d also never thought he could avoid a sneak attack from the master and for that felt a little pride swell up his chest.
“Why don’t you follow me, Captain Ryuga?” he gestured, turning his back on them as he strolled back into the ship. Hazuki quickly followed him dropping the wooden sword at the feet of the two twins without uttering a word to them.
“Captain??” The twin brothers uttered in shock realizing their mistake as the both individuals stepped into the ship.
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