Master Swordsman [Event/Closed]
Jul 13, 2009 17:03:33 GMT -7
Post by .:Ryo:. on Jul 13, 2009 17:03:33 GMT -7
And so it had begun. The ex-Mist ninja was standing in the middle of this river with all of his battle apparel already on. He had been awaiting this day for weeks, ever since he had left that village. Susumu Hoshigake still had the utmost respect for Bloody Mist, but he had desired something new, something different. And here, he had it. There was nothing but his new sword, the Crying Long Sword, and the water here for him. That was all he had ever wanted. He wanted the water and a sword, and here he had it. He hadn't left Mist with any hard feelings towards anybody or anything, but rather he wanted people to come after him. He wanted to feel important. He wanted an honorable death after living such an honorable life, despite being titled as a 'missing ninja,' so inappropriately by those who he had served under. He had been their loyal servant, completing over twenty missions and making that village so much money.
But not anymore. This waterfall was his life now.
And it would be his death, whether it was now or later.
The Hoshigake was clad in plain, black jeans that could be seen on any regular street brawler in a capital city. He had no shirt on, showing off his blue, scaly skin. He had very little eyes with small, black pupils. There were three slits under each eye that represented his gills. His nose was small and didn't protrude very far out at all. On his feet were sandals, which were standing upon a rock in the middle of the river. He had a Mist headband still on his forehead; as stated before, Susumu still had much respect for his former village. Atop his head was nothing. No hair. He looked very odd this way, but he figured that hair just got in the way so there was no reason to have any. The most important thing about Susumu's appearance was the sword in the sheath on his right hip.
The Crying Long Sword. It had all started with that, eh?
The setting was very simple. There was a river that stretched all over the Land of Waterfall, its end was here. Susumu was standing on a rock some fifty feet or so away from the waterfall. And, at the bottom of that river, was where the entire thing ended. There was a lake at the bottom of the falls and that was it. The end. It was symbolic for Susumu. Surrounding the river were a few small dirt paths that was used mostly by merchants, though a shinobi could be spotted on them every once in a while. Beyond those dirt roads there was a bunch of areas with trees, then a few open plains with nothing but grass and dirt, and then eventually it was just villages and roads. For Susumu, this was the perfect battleground.
Now was the time. Who would come to try and defeat this master?