Road to the top (training)
Mar 6, 2013 3:14:05 GMT -7
Post by holyhalo on Mar 6, 2013 3:14:05 GMT -7
Learning: Tessen Hanro [Tessen Opening] 0/10
Sometimes, new things come to you for a reason. Sometimes you need to go look for new things. Every now and then neither happens but still you find new things. Exactly such a thing happened to Nero. On his day off from the hospital, something that he really disliked for some reason, he was walking around the part of town outside of the gates, the more recent additions to the village, with Runner, who was in better spirits then Nero, one should add. Runner was barking to his master and sniffing around for anything interesting as he jumped around his master, his tail wagging in excitement.
"Really? You need to do all that jumping and barking about? Can't you just... shush? No. No! stop! No. Down!" Apparently, Runner really needed to do all that jumping and barking. To prove it, he jumped on his master, his paws on Nero's shoulders as he knocked him down to the ground, his rough wet tongue licking Nero's face over and over again. "Whaa!!! Stop it! I give up, I give up." Nero yelled, laughing, as he tried to wrestle his best friend from on top of him.
Suddenly, both man and dog stopped dead in their tracks. The sun had seemingly disappeared as a shadow crept over both the boy and his animal friend. But it was not just the shadow that made them stop. They both felt the imminent sense of danger, almost death, as both man and animal looked up to the reason of the shadow. "Could you quiet down, please?"
Everything was perfect for a moment. The woman looking down at Nero was incredibly beautiful, a perfect smile, nice deep blue eyes, a soft tanned skin and dressed in one of the most well designed kimono's Nero had ever seen. Her voice when she spoke was soft and the way she kept herself was inviting to anyone. The fan in her hand moved softly up and down, sending soft bursts of cool air towards her. And then the moment ended.
With a snap, the fan closed and before either the boy or the dog could react, Nero had a red imprint, the form of the closed fan, on his forehead. As quickly as the woman had bent over to slap him on the forehead with her fan, she stood up again. It took Nero a moment to realize what had just happened. Then he grabbed his forehead, unprotected by the ninja headband, which he wore around his arm, and started rolling left and right in pain. "Aww! Awwww! AwAwAwAwAwwww!!!"
Runner howled with him, creating a cacophony of sound in the small street, drawing the attention from the only other two people in the entire street. Rubbing his forehead, Nero crawled up on his feet. "What was that for, you old h-Awwww!!!" His short burst of protest ended quickly with Nero ending on his knees in front of the woman, yet another forehead-fan slap heading his way.
With two red square shaped imprints on his forehead, Nero was sitting on his knees in front of the woman, Runner next to him, both looking very sorry for Nero at the moment. "I apologize, Miss. I got a little carried away." He looked up at her and saw her lips curl up in a small smile. "That's alright. Young men are often boisterous and loud towards older women... youth... should learn... At first, Nero was listening but his attention was drawn towards the scene behind the woman and his attention faded, not picking up and of the words she spoke.
Behind the lady, Nero saw a gate, a small gate. Or a big door, whichever one you like, and through the gatedoor, Nero could see four young ladies, or he assumed they were ladies, stand in a square, each and everyone of them wearing well made colorful kimonos. They moved around in circles, the fans in their hand moving with blurring speed as they opened and closed in, what seemed to be, a dance between the four individuals. As he watched his jaw slowly dropped to the floor, his eyes focused on the scene before him. He didn't even notice how the lady's smile had broadened when she noticed Nero was ignoring her because of what he saw.
For the next days, Nero came back often, Runner always by his side, although both had learned their lesson now, they were quite as mice. Sometimes the door wasn't open, so, being a ninja and all, Nero snuck around the side alley and climbed on top of the garbage cans to reach the top of the wall surrounding the courtyard, pulling himself up and sneaking a peek over the wall at the dancing kimonos and fans. The movements of the fans were very intriguing to him. When one day he saw how the lady floored the four dancers one by one using only her fan, he was so impressed that he climbed on top of the wall, sitting himself down in plain sight, not very ninja like, so he could see better. The next days he would return to the same spot, observing from the top of the wall.
At first he was ignored by everyone but after a few days, some of the dancers seemed to pay him more attention and when their giggling started to interrupt the classes, it got the trainer lady upset. In his attempt to run away, Nero was floored by a hard object to the back of his head. Later he realized he had been hit with a folded fan, used like a blunt kunai. "Instead of watching, why don't you participate?" The voice of the lady was far from angry or upset, but felt warm and inviting.
Nero quickly agreed and walked with her into the courtyard. He was introduced to four young girls, a few years older then himself. They giggled a little when they saw him but quickly stopped when they saw the lady look at them. "My name is Kibishi and I'm the mistress of this Tessen-Jutsu school." She then went on to explain what was going on here. Nero absorbed every bit of detail about how the fan was used as a weapon and how the students learned how to wield the fan in such a weapon that it could block and even disarm swords and knives. He listened as each girl in turn explained part of the training and the reason for a certain training. He listened as the mistress explained that all students had to wear a kimono, male and female, to help them practice their body balance, movements and stance. He lis-... "I need to wear a kimono?" That's when he stopped listening.
The next day, after having slept it over for the night, Nero returned with his answer. "Do I really have to wear a kimono?" - "Not at first, but if you want to go beyond the simplest techniques, then yes." - "Really?" - "Really." - "Fine..." A bark of approval later, which sounded a lot like a dog laugh to Nero, he was standing in the middle of a circle made out of four women, holding a simple wooden fan like he was going to stab someone with it.
"Hold the fan like this. Then open it and close it again." The fan in her hand flashed open with a slap and closed again, all in the same motion. It would be the only instruction he would receive for the next days of training. When Nero tried it the fan got stuck halfway open. A giggle and a strict look from the mistress later, he was practicing on his own, while the girls were performing their dance motions, their fans fluttering through the air as they attempted to stab each other with the closed fans. What had looked like a dance from afar looked more like a fight from up close.
With two hands on the fan, Nero flipped it open, trying to get a feel for the movement. He tried opening the fan slowly, watching it unfold into its full form and closed it again, slowly, watching it closely. He observed the movement of the fan, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, Runner next to him, the eyes of the four girls on him. Open. Close. Open. Close. Oooopen. Clooooose. Open! Close! Open. On and on the fan went, opening and closing with every motion while Nero tried to familiarize himself with the item. Open. Close. Runner was watching his master, his tongue dangling from his mouth as he was breathing. Whatever went through his mind, it made his mouth look like it was laughing at him.
Nero continued to practice for days, working with the fan he received from the mistress. He wasn't allowed to take it home with him so whenever he wasn't helping in the hospital he could be found either on his way to or in the courtyard, practicing with the fan. Open. Close. Ooopen. Clooose. On and on. It frustrated him that it was so difficult for him. He had never been good with Taijutsu or anything involving melee, so this fan was by far the biggest challenge of his short life. But he didn't give up. The fan continued to open and close in his hand, slowly improving in speed, although not fast enough to Nero's tastes.
The fan started to open faster and closed faster as well. He also need only one hand now to do it. Open Close. Open Close. The fan flipped open and closed again, at a much better speed then before, although he was still lightyears (if they were a distance) behind the girls, let alone the mistress. Open Close. Openclose. Openclose. He started to get better at it and the fan opened and closed in a fluid motion now, creating the snapping sound of wood on wood as he did. The girls giggled as he showed the mistress how he had improved himself. He was quite proud of himself but his wrist hurt like hell. He made a mental note to ask Doctor Kaeru about it later. "Not bad. Come back tomorrow and we can continue."
Rank: D
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: This is the process of learning how to correctly open a Tessen or Shushken.
Special: --
Drawback: ---
Description: The act of opening a fan is an art many masters spend their lives perfecting. The exact strength of the wrist, precision of movements, needed accuracy and hand eye coordination are extremely difficult to join together. Add in the weight of the fan and it seems much more daunting. Therefore a student is required to become at least proficient in opening a fan before they are allowed to progress within Habikoru Tessen.
Limit: Must be a follower of Tessen Jutsu
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: This is the process of learning how to correctly open a Tessen or Shushken.
Special: --
Drawback: ---
Description: The act of opening a fan is an art many masters spend their lives perfecting. The exact strength of the wrist, precision of movements, needed accuracy and hand eye coordination are extremely difficult to join together. Add in the weight of the fan and it seems much more daunting. Therefore a student is required to become at least proficient in opening a fan before they are allowed to progress within Habikoru Tessen.
Limit: Must be a follower of Tessen Jutsu
Sometimes, new things come to you for a reason. Sometimes you need to go look for new things. Every now and then neither happens but still you find new things. Exactly such a thing happened to Nero. On his day off from the hospital, something that he really disliked for some reason, he was walking around the part of town outside of the gates, the more recent additions to the village, with Runner, who was in better spirits then Nero, one should add. Runner was barking to his master and sniffing around for anything interesting as he jumped around his master, his tail wagging in excitement.
"Really? You need to do all that jumping and barking about? Can't you just... shush? No. No! stop! No. Down!" Apparently, Runner really needed to do all that jumping and barking. To prove it, he jumped on his master, his paws on Nero's shoulders as he knocked him down to the ground, his rough wet tongue licking Nero's face over and over again. "Whaa!!! Stop it! I give up, I give up." Nero yelled, laughing, as he tried to wrestle his best friend from on top of him.
Suddenly, both man and dog stopped dead in their tracks. The sun had seemingly disappeared as a shadow crept over both the boy and his animal friend. But it was not just the shadow that made them stop. They both felt the imminent sense of danger, almost death, as both man and animal looked up to the reason of the shadow. "Could you quiet down, please?"
Everything was perfect for a moment. The woman looking down at Nero was incredibly beautiful, a perfect smile, nice deep blue eyes, a soft tanned skin and dressed in one of the most well designed kimono's Nero had ever seen. Her voice when she spoke was soft and the way she kept herself was inviting to anyone. The fan in her hand moved softly up and down, sending soft bursts of cool air towards her. And then the moment ended.
With a snap, the fan closed and before either the boy or the dog could react, Nero had a red imprint, the form of the closed fan, on his forehead. As quickly as the woman had bent over to slap him on the forehead with her fan, she stood up again. It took Nero a moment to realize what had just happened. Then he grabbed his forehead, unprotected by the ninja headband, which he wore around his arm, and started rolling left and right in pain. "Aww! Awwww! AwAwAwAwAwwww!!!"
Runner howled with him, creating a cacophony of sound in the small street, drawing the attention from the only other two people in the entire street. Rubbing his forehead, Nero crawled up on his feet. "What was that for, you old h-Awwww!!!" His short burst of protest ended quickly with Nero ending on his knees in front of the woman, yet another forehead-fan slap heading his way.
With two red square shaped imprints on his forehead, Nero was sitting on his knees in front of the woman, Runner next to him, both looking very sorry for Nero at the moment. "I apologize, Miss. I got a little carried away." He looked up at her and saw her lips curl up in a small smile. "That's alright. Young men are often boisterous and loud towards older women... youth... should learn... At first, Nero was listening but his attention was drawn towards the scene behind the woman and his attention faded, not picking up and of the words she spoke.
Behind the lady, Nero saw a gate, a small gate. Or a big door, whichever one you like, and through the gatedoor, Nero could see four young ladies, or he assumed they were ladies, stand in a square, each and everyone of them wearing well made colorful kimonos. They moved around in circles, the fans in their hand moving with blurring speed as they opened and closed in, what seemed to be, a dance between the four individuals. As he watched his jaw slowly dropped to the floor, his eyes focused on the scene before him. He didn't even notice how the lady's smile had broadened when she noticed Nero was ignoring her because of what he saw.
For the next days, Nero came back often, Runner always by his side, although both had learned their lesson now, they were quite as mice. Sometimes the door wasn't open, so, being a ninja and all, Nero snuck around the side alley and climbed on top of the garbage cans to reach the top of the wall surrounding the courtyard, pulling himself up and sneaking a peek over the wall at the dancing kimonos and fans. The movements of the fans were very intriguing to him. When one day he saw how the lady floored the four dancers one by one using only her fan, he was so impressed that he climbed on top of the wall, sitting himself down in plain sight, not very ninja like, so he could see better. The next days he would return to the same spot, observing from the top of the wall.
At first he was ignored by everyone but after a few days, some of the dancers seemed to pay him more attention and when their giggling started to interrupt the classes, it got the trainer lady upset. In his attempt to run away, Nero was floored by a hard object to the back of his head. Later he realized he had been hit with a folded fan, used like a blunt kunai. "Instead of watching, why don't you participate?" The voice of the lady was far from angry or upset, but felt warm and inviting.
Nero quickly agreed and walked with her into the courtyard. He was introduced to four young girls, a few years older then himself. They giggled a little when they saw him but quickly stopped when they saw the lady look at them. "My name is Kibishi and I'm the mistress of this Tessen-Jutsu school." She then went on to explain what was going on here. Nero absorbed every bit of detail about how the fan was used as a weapon and how the students learned how to wield the fan in such a weapon that it could block and even disarm swords and knives. He listened as each girl in turn explained part of the training and the reason for a certain training. He listened as the mistress explained that all students had to wear a kimono, male and female, to help them practice their body balance, movements and stance. He lis-... "I need to wear a kimono?" That's when he stopped listening.
The next day, after having slept it over for the night, Nero returned with his answer. "Do I really have to wear a kimono?" - "Not at first, but if you want to go beyond the simplest techniques, then yes." - "Really?" - "Really." - "Fine..." A bark of approval later, which sounded a lot like a dog laugh to Nero, he was standing in the middle of a circle made out of four women, holding a simple wooden fan like he was going to stab someone with it.
"Hold the fan like this. Then open it and close it again." The fan in her hand flashed open with a slap and closed again, all in the same motion. It would be the only instruction he would receive for the next days of training. When Nero tried it the fan got stuck halfway open. A giggle and a strict look from the mistress later, he was practicing on his own, while the girls were performing their dance motions, their fans fluttering through the air as they attempted to stab each other with the closed fans. What had looked like a dance from afar looked more like a fight from up close.
With two hands on the fan, Nero flipped it open, trying to get a feel for the movement. He tried opening the fan slowly, watching it unfold into its full form and closed it again, slowly, watching it closely. He observed the movement of the fan, sitting in a corner of the courtyard, Runner next to him, the eyes of the four girls on him. Open. Close. Open. Close. Oooopen. Clooooose. Open! Close! Open. On and on the fan went, opening and closing with every motion while Nero tried to familiarize himself with the item. Open. Close. Runner was watching his master, his tongue dangling from his mouth as he was breathing. Whatever went through his mind, it made his mouth look like it was laughing at him.
Nero continued to practice for days, working with the fan he received from the mistress. He wasn't allowed to take it home with him so whenever he wasn't helping in the hospital he could be found either on his way to or in the courtyard, practicing with the fan. Open. Close. Ooopen. Clooose. On and on. It frustrated him that it was so difficult for him. He had never been good with Taijutsu or anything involving melee, so this fan was by far the biggest challenge of his short life. But he didn't give up. The fan continued to open and close in his hand, slowly improving in speed, although not fast enough to Nero's tastes.
The fan started to open faster and closed faster as well. He also need only one hand now to do it. Open Close. Open Close. The fan flipped open and closed again, at a much better speed then before, although he was still lightyears (if they were a distance) behind the girls, let alone the mistress. Open Close. Openclose. Openclose. He started to get better at it and the fan opened and closed in a fluid motion now, creating the snapping sound of wood on wood as he did. The girls giggled as he showed the mistress how he had improved himself. He was quite proud of himself but his wrist hurt like hell. He made a mental note to ask Doctor Kaeru about it later. "Not bad. Come back tomorrow and we can continue."