Sidu Kauri -Training again 13/30
Aug 26, 2007 5:18:40 GMT -7
Post by Sidu Kaurii on Aug 26, 2007 5:18:40 GMT -7
[ooc : seeing as how it has been a month without reply from mr. Billy, I will carry on. Please forgive my errors ... I'm exausted but I wanted to write something now.]
--Time passes, things happen and people eat a rice dinner before snuggling off to bed. The next day, Kauri returns to her not-so-secret grove to bury the dead.--
It was cold. The kind of chill that only dawn knew, and it kept it well. Kauri walked stiffly to the little grove, taking care to walk around the lacerating bushes and up the side of the mini waterfall rather than through it. This was mainly because she'd rather not catch a cold, but a good part was also due to the recent events which defiled her secret training spot. All excitment for the place had been lost with the arrival of Akemi, who she had never shown, and a complete stranger from another village. She simply had to give it up... after one last practice and a moment of silence for her dear imaginary enemy.
Reaching the grove about an hour past her departure, Kauri spyed the dummy instantly through the dim morning light where it hung between the trees. She wasted no time in striding up to it, looking it deep into it's nonexistant eyes and downing a fresh bottle of lemon hai.
She tossed her bag to the side and set her stance. The alcohol hit her instantly and she focused her blurring vission on the strawman.
"Today you meet your end..." She spoke loudly with an air of amusement, slipped into the part of ninja-assasin and played with it. "I will miss you, old friend."
She turned her back on her childhood creation, swaying a little as she did so. She hadn't fully gotten the hang of Drunken Fighting, no matter how she played it off in front of people. She was sleepy as well, it being the ungoddly hours of the morning, and Kauri found her ballance to be more than lacking. Nonetheless, Kauri fought to keep her footing and remembering her previous training she flew into action.
It was with confidence she put her right foot forward, and with at least a little grace she spun onehundred and sixty degrees on her toes to face the Strawman. She had forgot to lean back and keep her spine arched, however, so when she shot forward with her right hand in the clamp claw position, she lost her careful footing and landed hard at the dummy's stumpy feet. This was the bane of Suiken. A drunken master must perform her moves in such a way that movement becomes fluid, so that the drunken feet may keep a proper pace without faltering.
Spitting out a little grass, Kauri pushed herself to her knees and tried her best to ignore the way the world spun. On her feet again, she turned her back. Right foot forward she span again on her toes and tilted back with her spine arched and knees bent. The movement was still less than gracefull, but more fluid than the first time. Coming forward with her right hand she brought her thumb hard into the Strawman's throat as her forefinger clasped around the neck. Within the same instant she brought up her right foot and left arm. Excited to have performed the move without falling, she out too much thrust into the end movement and ended up hurtling herself past the dummy and back onto the ground.
Through a mouthfull of cold dirt she managed to grumble. Maybe I should try training in the afternoons...
--Time passes, things happen and people eat a rice dinner before snuggling off to bed. The next day, Kauri returns to her not-so-secret grove to bury the dead.--
It was cold. The kind of chill that only dawn knew, and it kept it well. Kauri walked stiffly to the little grove, taking care to walk around the lacerating bushes and up the side of the mini waterfall rather than through it. This was mainly because she'd rather not catch a cold, but a good part was also due to the recent events which defiled her secret training spot. All excitment for the place had been lost with the arrival of Akemi, who she had never shown, and a complete stranger from another village. She simply had to give it up... after one last practice and a moment of silence for her dear imaginary enemy.
Reaching the grove about an hour past her departure, Kauri spyed the dummy instantly through the dim morning light where it hung between the trees. She wasted no time in striding up to it, looking it deep into it's nonexistant eyes and downing a fresh bottle of lemon hai.
She tossed her bag to the side and set her stance. The alcohol hit her instantly and she focused her blurring vission on the strawman.
"Today you meet your end..." She spoke loudly with an air of amusement, slipped into the part of ninja-assasin and played with it. "I will miss you, old friend."
She turned her back on her childhood creation, swaying a little as she did so. She hadn't fully gotten the hang of Drunken Fighting, no matter how she played it off in front of people. She was sleepy as well, it being the ungoddly hours of the morning, and Kauri found her ballance to be more than lacking. Nonetheless, Kauri fought to keep her footing and remembering her previous training she flew into action.
It was with confidence she put her right foot forward, and with at least a little grace she spun onehundred and sixty degrees on her toes to face the Strawman. She had forgot to lean back and keep her spine arched, however, so when she shot forward with her right hand in the clamp claw position, she lost her careful footing and landed hard at the dummy's stumpy feet. This was the bane of Suiken. A drunken master must perform her moves in such a way that movement becomes fluid, so that the drunken feet may keep a proper pace without faltering.
Spitting out a little grass, Kauri pushed herself to her knees and tried her best to ignore the way the world spun. On her feet again, she turned her back. Right foot forward she span again on her toes and tilted back with her spine arched and knees bent. The movement was still less than gracefull, but more fluid than the first time. Coming forward with her right hand she brought her thumb hard into the Strawman's throat as her forefinger clasped around the neck. Within the same instant she brought up her right foot and left arm. Excited to have performed the move without falling, she out too much thrust into the end movement and ended up hurtling herself past the dummy and back onto the ground.
Through a mouthfull of cold dirt she managed to grumble. Maybe I should try training in the afternoons...
