The Dojo {Private}
Dec 6, 2010 12:52:06 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Dec 6, 2010 12:52:06 GMT -7
Complete Cut post 3 ?/50
Further Flashbacking-Age 8
“Raise up and strike all around…” The young voice spoke to himself. He’d do just that. Rising to his full height, he swung his arm, blade in hand. However, he was directed to have done so fast and powerfully. Thus, the motion would be created with every bit of force and speed he could muster. For an 8 year old, that much force was a tad too much to control so easily. As a result, the swing would go completely out of his control. Ninety degrees later, the weight and unbalanced motion of his sword pulled his body out of his own rotation. His left foot would slip. The fall was almost without pause, child sized katana flying free from his grip as he hit the ground.
“Sorry Sensei. Let me try again please.” He stopped to reset his stance. This required him shifting his feet around, first requiring him to stand after the fall and recovering his sword. When it was done, he moved his hands properly so that the right held his katana’s handle while his left was on the sheath. Now in a stand, he quickly unsheathed his katanta wildly, pulling it free from his sheath. Immediately, a powerful tugging sensation gripped his body again. There was no control, cause there was no wind resistance against the blade from this angel, meaning nothing to naturally balance him out.
Turing his body to follow the motion, he tried pulling it to him, rather than getting wildly thrown with it. The result was a dead end halt. Affectively, he simply put a halt on the whole technique. Not even to say it was a smooth halt. It was more like a train derailing. The weight of his own katana flicking in such a motion snapped back against the muscles in his arm, created an enormous amount of strain. Pain wracked his upper body, nerve endings screaming. The sword however, freed itself from his grip, flopping into and then skidding against, the ground.
“Exercising control shouldn’t be an after thought Aclime. It should be thought of when the move is decided upon, and executed flawlessly. Yet, if you think in terms of failing, you’ll fail before you begin.” Either from pity or annoyance at his failure, the sensei stood his own feet with a katana in his hands. He’d give Aclime one stern look before demonstrating the technique in it’s fullest. He’d simply take a standing battojutsu stance, very firmly and relaxed. When he unsheathed the sword, it was as if he were swinging a limb, not a blade. The motion was one full move, striking all about him at what one could call nearly simultaneously.
His stance, no longer worth mentioning at this point collapsed to ground, where he had been picking himself up since his sensei took to his feet. That was amazing. He had to try again. Quickly, he righted his stance, rising up to his feet and taking the battojutsu stance. Now rising to stand fully, he pulled his blade as quick as he could. Angling his arm sideways, it would become a cross sweeping slash, and he’d follow the motion with his body, attempting to move naturally, rather than forced. His attempts would yield a higher grade of performance.
Previously, he collapsed upon himself, the technique ending in complete failure. This time however, was different. The slash went right, the speed consistently staying well above average. At the point where his body would haves snapped and stopped, about ninety degrees, he instead began a pivot. The cut maintained a decent level of control for what could have been said nearly the full duration of the cutting motion. However, just as he was about to complete a full spanning 360 pivot, the left foot slid.