Madness or Honor?[Private]

[Kuro]

Private
Training for Azazel
NDE

In the bustling city of Hitofuki, the young male would find himself wandering down a street near the red-light district. The cobblestone streets are covered with a thin almost dust like layer of sand due to the surrounding country being a desert itself. In front of the young male would be a busy street to his left a few adult oriented shops and storefronts, while on his left would be a tavern that was normally known for it's street brawls and outlaws. Speaking of outlaws, in front of the bar would sit a group of thugs whom called themselves "The Devil's Own" a group of raiders well known in these parts for their violent crimes along with sexual ones as well.

A clear cut leader of the group would stand shirtless wearing tan baggy and torn pants, on his back sat two blades crossed in the shape of an x. In front of him would stand two enforcers of the group, one wore small amounts of leather armor along with wrapping his face in towel like cloth to protect himself in windstorms while they ride in the deserts. He held a single sword in his right hand. While the other was topless wearing similar tan cloth around his face. He also carried a single blade in his left hand though. They were blocking the path of a young girl dressed in a beautiful white dress. She seemed to be very out of place in this setting, she was accompanied by a single guard wearing all black with a katana sheathed on his right hip.

Bystanders and onlookers started to gather around the situation as shouts of a fight would begin to fill the streets. Coming from an alleyway on the opposite side of the street of the crowd would be a male dressed in a black t-shirt with black pants and then a white kimono draped over one shoulder. A katana sheathed on his left hip, he was accompanied by a girl wearing next to nothing. She was wearing bandages across her chest and dark green pants that were loose and flowing. They would seem interested in the fight about to start up, though weren't making it a priority to rush over there. How would this young male respond?

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Thug Leader
Enforcer #1
Enforcer #2
Girl
Guard
Male
Female

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[atrb=style, padding: 30px 55px] The young male did what everyone else did; nothing. He was on the front lines of the crowd, and his eyes were drawn by curiosity as the others were. His left hand griped the top of his sheathed sword tensely, and a small burst of chakra made the piston on the pressure gauntlet extend ever so quietly, preparing a bone crushing strike if things were to get out of hand. Normally a back alley brawl was nothing he would be concerned about; two people, or two opposing teams wanting to bash each others brains in for sport or for money or for honor was fine to him, as long as it was fair. This was not, however. Three men about to lay into a little girl and her attendant hardly seemed like a fair fight. The young dragon knew not to underestimate anyone, for appearances could be very misleading, but the situation still bothered him to no end, and if he left at that very moment it would bother him for a long time to come. And so he waited in silence as the murmurs spread through the growing crowd. The young dragons' dark blue eyes watched the situation intensely. The red sash that held his sword to his hip blew gently in a passing breeze, and his kimono rippled with it.

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[Kuro]

The two enforcers would seem to encroach on the young girl in the white. Before they could lay a hand on her, the guard in black would step between them with a grin on his face. He'd loosen up his shoulders as he knew this could be his last action. When he stepped up several other thugs would step up from the outside of the bar to get ready for this street brawl. Thinking to themselves that they'd get a pretty little piece of ass in return of the service to their Crew. "Sit down you wannabe tough guy," the raspy voice of the topless enforcer would ring out through the cloth. His body scarred from previous encounters and sun kissed in tone. "We aren't looking for trouble.. Please," the girl in white would plead to the gang that now threatened her safety. The armored enforcer would reach out and push back the guard in black as he'd chuckle. "It doesn't matter if you're looking for trouble... Because we are sweetheart," he'd say as he watched the guard fall back a few steps before retaking his stance. "Get this over with you two.. before the authorities try to step in..." the raspy voice of the goatee sporting leader would ring out as a command to his two enforcers. The crowd would tense up as it seemed to be about to begin.

Both enforcers would raise their blades ready to slash downward onto the single guard whom prepared to draw his blade. As the strikes would begin to crash down, the guard would hope to slash upward in a block. Though in a blink of an eye two more people would join. The white haired swordsman and his barely dressed female accompanying him. The white haired man would use his palms to catch the wrists of the attacking thugs preventing the slash from happening. While the female would use her sheathed blade to block the attack of the male guard. "Now now, gentlemen. Where's your respect? A fight should always have even numbers," he'd say in a taunting and joking voice. "Or is their now honor amongst the thieves?" he'd say as he pushed the two enforcers backwards forcing them to stumble to their backsides. The leader would remained crouched as he would rub his chin and consider the situation, his right hand would raise to prevent the rest of the crew from joining in. "I'll wager you this. Ten thousand ryo that my apprentice here and hmm that male over there, can defeat your two enforcers," as he spoke he'd look through the crowd and decide on the young male whom was in the front line. Pointing at him and sealing his fate. "Should you win, what happens then?" the Thug Leader would ask as he would consider the offer made. "You leave the girl and her guardian be while they remain in this city," the white haired male would say with a mocking grin on his face. A nod would signal the agreement to this term.

The crowd would seem to back up a bit further as the guardian and the girl in white would take a few steps back as well. "Master, what have you set me up for?" the apprentice would ask as they approached the young male. He wouldn't answer her and continued to approach Azazel. "So, looks like it's time to prove yourself worthy of carrying a blade," he'd say joking, after all he'd never met the male before in his life but he had picked him out before the crowd had even fully gathered as if it was planned scenario from the beginning. How would the young male respond to all of this? Would he choose honor and live by the sword to defend the young girl in white or would he choose the cowards way out and make the young apprentice fight by herself? Only time could tell how this all would play out.

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Color Key for making it all easier to follow ^_^

Thug Leader - Brown
Enforcer #1(armored) - Yellow
Enforcer #2(topless) - Red
Girl in White - Pink
Male(white haired) - Orange
Female(apprentice/barely covered) - Green

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[atrb=style, padding: 30px 55px] Prove himself? Tch, Azazel had nothing to prove; he knew exactly how good he was, and he knew that he couldn't take them. This was a terrible idea from the get go, and he knew it. The very idea of stepping in was a dangerous and foolhardy one, and so when the man with white hair came to him and recruited him, all he could say was: "Which one's mine?" The tone he used was like hearing the voice of an old friend, one that filled him with warm feelings and fond memories of back alley fights like this. Of course, back then, the stakes were never higher than a few broken bones and a wounded pride, but this had someone's life on the line. And he'd never been more excited. Azazel stepped forward and drew his Jian with his right hand. The flawless blade hissed as it left it's sheath. The gauntlet he wore on his left hand was primed for battle, and it would also protect that arm from blows. He had a feeling he was going to be very defensive in this battle, but he'd need to switch to offence quickly, he chose Tenchi Hasso no Kamae as his stance. "Don't choke." He whispered in his mind as he leveled out his breathing.

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[Kuro]

So the young Dragon would step up to his calling, as he would try to play it off cool, under the surface he was nervous of failing. Asking of whom he was to fight, the White Haired swordsman would chuckle and pat him on the shoulder as he left him with the girl wearing little clothing. "Listen, in a street brawl there is little to no rules or honor. Despite it using swordplay these two look like they will pull out all stops to win," she'd turn to face her opponents whom would crack joints and loosen up attempting to appear tough to the young dragon and half naked girl. "Take the topless one," as she spoke the two thugs would rush in to attempt and take them off guard. The thugs gripped blades tightly, the one shirtless would leap up into the air as he'd attempt to use the falling momentum behind his dual handed diagonal slash toward Azazel. Meanwhile the girl drew her katana into her right hand as she readied herself for the armored thug to strike forward. His blade was above his head as he brought down a powerful vertical slash. She'd quickly slash horizontally twice with a single movement.

The crowd would tense as the real brawl had begun, the sound of steel clashing would fill the streets as the girl's first slash would connect deflecting the armored thug's attack, her second slash would connect with his chest, slashing through his leather armor but not yet drawing blood. How would Azazel defend or counter his falling opponent, the wondrous art of swordplay consisted of only small amounts of quick movements. Showing the true speed and grace to a master swordsman whom may survive dozens to hundreds of battles in a lifetime.

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The thugs are D ranked and know no real sword techniques.

Student

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Genkai Ryuu: Jinsokugeiru (Rapid Gale)
Rank: "D" Variation "D"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: A simple double slash attack where user slashes horizontally one way and back again the other.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user holds the blade with their strong hand and quickly slashes twice horizontally. This is a set up technique with two strikes able in a single movement.

Variation - With this variation the user is able to perform an attack with a double slash vertically, or any other direction the user wishes in a single movement. This technique is again used for the purpose of a setup attack for a more powerful attack.


Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint

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[Kuro]

With crowd on their toes anticipating each strike the white haired swordsman would stand casually with a carefree smile on his face. Though what would go unseen were his eyes watching and studying each and every movement in the battle. As Azazel would accept the strike to his forearm, the blade that cut into his flesh was dull and lacked the care a true extension of one's soul deserves. Due to this, and the lack of proper technique the blade would meet with the bone within his fore arm and be stopped. Meanwhile the Young Dragon's blade would connect into his opponents shoulder, both accepting a blow not deadly yet hindering in movement no doubt. His opponent would scream out in pain as the blade would enter through the front of his shoulder and pierce out the back dislocating the joint itself and rendering that arm useless for the time being. The bandit would land and leap backward pulling his body off of the sword, blood ran down his abdomen now. A pinpoint strike or dumb luck?

The fight had reached a stand still at this point and with the blood drawn from both sides it was hard to tell what would happen next. Though with a grunt the Leader would rise to his feet, and place a hand upon the injured shoulder of Azazel's opponent and his other would pat the back of the girl's opponent. "All of this could have been avoided, if you hadn't stuck your damn nose in it..." he'd say as he stepped past his thugs. The remainder of his gang would be standing up and encroaching on the fight, blades in hands. "Now you'll have to die," his voice sounded as if he was annoyed and nothing more with the situation. As his hands reached up to the two blades on his back, the white haired swordsman would step between his pupil and Azazel with a grin on his face and chuckle at the situation. "It's rather unfortunate isn't it?" the white hair man would say in a mocking tone as he placed his right palm upon his blade handle. As the thugs all reached the location he was looking for the man would crouch and rush forward swiftly. The student would watch in shock as she knew what he was about to preform. A technique that defies that of the laws of physics. With a single upward diagonal slash aimed for the Thug Leader, his blade would connect and cleave through his target. Though if that wasn't enough a force of wind and blade would cut outward in a fifteen meter range slicing deep into all of the thugs whom had stepped up.

As the white haired man would sheath his blade and turn to face his pupil and Azazel the majority of the thugs would drop to the ground dead. The crowd was in shock of what all had happened, all they had seen was a blur of a single strike but somehow all his opponents had fallen. "Shall we be going then?" he'd ask his pupil whom had sheathed her blade. She'd smile and nod to her master as they began walking down the street with no other words spoken at the moment. He'd stop and look over his shoulder. "You coming with lad?" he'd ask with a smile aimed at Azazel. How would the young male react to all that had just happened, let alone to the offer placed on his plate?

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Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu Jinsokukire (Art of Sword-drawing, Rapid Slash)
Rank: "A"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Quickly charge towards an enemy, thrusting your sword deep into them followed by a barrage of forceful attacks.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user rushes at the opponent with great speed. The user then quickly unsheathes their sword performing a strong variation of Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade) with a mixture of Gosei Ryuu: Ryusen (Dragon Strike) and Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu Hogosha Kai (Art of Sword-drawing, Juggernaut Cut) all at once. When the user launches the attack and unsheathes the sword whether they hit the opponent or not a wave of force is accompanied with the unsheathing from where the user ran. Within the distance of 15 meters the force lashes out from behind the opponent capable of cutting the opponent who is within the 15 meters, and 2 meters around as the force slashes in blinding speed all around from behind the user. This technique was created in case the user misses the first initial attack.
Limit: Must Learn from a Master of Burēdono Kenseijin - ブレードの剣聖人 - Blade of the Sword Saint, Must know Gosei Ryuu: Battōjutsu (Art of Drawing the Blade)

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