Power! Speed! [T][O]
Oct 26, 2014 13:42:53 GMT -7
Post by Molokai on Oct 26, 2014 13:42:53 GMT -7
The streets of Mist Village were much as Taisen remembered them to be. The pinnacle of technological architecture, almost entirely turned into a rainy, rusting slum. Memories of crime, corruption, and the heavy atmosphere weighed down upon him as dim clouds rolled over the streets and darkened his path. He didn't despair at the way the village was, though. Instead, he remembered it fondly. A heavy atmosphere and the occasional rough street were nothing compared to his condition before coming to the village to begin with. For all of the village's faults, the entire place was worth fighting and dying for, in Taisen's opinion.
Upon his return, he found himself desiring just one thing; training. As he stepped through puddles and took in the many smells of the lower part of town, he kept his eye open for evidence of people rising up despite their conditions. One such place was a local dojo in a modest, warehouse-like building. Within, professional martial artists and masters taught both civilians and ninjas alike. Their knowledge and tuition was second to none, and the service they provided to the people was free to anybody with the dedication to keep learning. It was here that Taisen eventually wandered to, walking in and placing his shield and Samehada next to the door before walking over to the pair who appeared to be observing the trainees do their drills.
One of the men was quite old, at least in his seventies, with a long, white, fumanchu style beard wearing a very kimono-like garment and supporting himself on a gnarled cane. His assistant was young and spry, about Taisen's size but a little more lean, wearing wrist and ankle weights and some comfortably-fitting sweat clothes. As Taisen approached, the younger one narrowed his eyes, seemingly disapproving of Taisen for some reason. However, the older one looked up at him and smiled a semi-toothless and very warm smile.
"Hello," he chirped, "I bet you're here to ask me to train you."
"Matter of fact, I am," Taisen replied, pleased that the old man had done away with the small talk early, "I've been away from the village for a while, and I. . ."
"We have no room for muscle-bound scrubs who just want to learn how to beat people up," interrupted the younger, "only men of honor and respect may train here."
"Is that so?" Taisen snapped, "Then how come they let you in?" The young man got right in Taisen's face and the two squared. Whatever this man's abilities, Taisen knew his were greater.
"I will break you, pretty-boy. As easily as I break cinder blocks."
"Cinder blocks don't hit back. Or talk. If you're going to hit me, you'd better not miss. You won't get a second chance."
Finally, the old master intervened, "Enough! Both of you. Clearly, you have the spirit, the strength, and the courage to learn our style. You may train with us. Yaito, fetch the training dummies."
"There's one right here," Yaito oh-so-cleverly responded.
"I said enough," the old master snapped.
Taisen felt as though he had definitely won something, although he was slightly disappointed he didn't get to put that asshole in his place. Luckily, he knew all he had to do was keep training and one day it would be sparring day, then that Yaito guy would learn just how strong this pretty boy actually was. For now, Taisen stood off to the side of the main training group and waited for the assistant to return with the training dummies.
Upon his return, he found himself desiring just one thing; training. As he stepped through puddles and took in the many smells of the lower part of town, he kept his eye open for evidence of people rising up despite their conditions. One such place was a local dojo in a modest, warehouse-like building. Within, professional martial artists and masters taught both civilians and ninjas alike. Their knowledge and tuition was second to none, and the service they provided to the people was free to anybody with the dedication to keep learning. It was here that Taisen eventually wandered to, walking in and placing his shield and Samehada next to the door before walking over to the pair who appeared to be observing the trainees do their drills.
One of the men was quite old, at least in his seventies, with a long, white, fumanchu style beard wearing a very kimono-like garment and supporting himself on a gnarled cane. His assistant was young and spry, about Taisen's size but a little more lean, wearing wrist and ankle weights and some comfortably-fitting sweat clothes. As Taisen approached, the younger one narrowed his eyes, seemingly disapproving of Taisen for some reason. However, the older one looked up at him and smiled a semi-toothless and very warm smile.
"Hello," he chirped, "I bet you're here to ask me to train you."
"Matter of fact, I am," Taisen replied, pleased that the old man had done away with the small talk early, "I've been away from the village for a while, and I. . ."
"We have no room for muscle-bound scrubs who just want to learn how to beat people up," interrupted the younger, "only men of honor and respect may train here."
"Is that so?" Taisen snapped, "Then how come they let you in?" The young man got right in Taisen's face and the two squared. Whatever this man's abilities, Taisen knew his were greater.
"I will break you, pretty-boy. As easily as I break cinder blocks."
"Cinder blocks don't hit back. Or talk. If you're going to hit me, you'd better not miss. You won't get a second chance."
Finally, the old master intervened, "Enough! Both of you. Clearly, you have the spirit, the strength, and the courage to learn our style. You may train with us. Yaito, fetch the training dummies."
"There's one right here," Yaito oh-so-cleverly responded.
"I said enough," the old master snapped.
Taisen felt as though he had definitely won something, although he was slightly disappointed he didn't get to put that asshole in his place. Luckily, he knew all he had to do was keep training and one day it would be sparring day, then that Yaito guy would learn just how strong this pretty boy actually was. For now, Taisen stood off to the side of the main training group and waited for the assistant to return with the training dummies.