Ikazuchi no Tsurugi(open, training)
May 24, 2013 15:58:39 GMT -7
Post by Corvus on May 24, 2013 15:58:39 GMT -7
Kyuushi Understanding
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Allows the wielder to communicate with the Kyuushi mentally as well as adjusts the user to the Kyuushi’s weight.
Special: ---
Drawback: User must be in contact with the Kyuushi to be able to ‘speak’ with the Kyuushi
Description: The Kyuushi is different from other swords, and apart from housing a soul, one difference being that it weighs more than a regular katana. With some physical training and effort however the user can learn to control and balance the Kyuushi as if it was an ordinary sword weight and fully utilize the sword to its potential as well as allowing the user to speak with the Kyuushi’s soul.
Limit: Must have Mastered the Lightning Release. Kyuushi in possession.
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: Allows the wielder to communicate with the Kyuushi mentally as well as adjusts the user to the Kyuushi’s weight.
Special: ---
Drawback: User must be in contact with the Kyuushi to be able to ‘speak’ with the Kyuushi
Description: The Kyuushi is different from other swords, and apart from housing a soul, one difference being that it weighs more than a regular katana. With some physical training and effort however the user can learn to control and balance the Kyuushi as if it was an ordinary sword weight and fully utilize the sword to its potential as well as allowing the user to speak with the Kyuushi’s soul.
Limit: Must have Mastered the Lightning Release. Kyuushi in possession.
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The village spread out below, a fine mist hiding the street level as well as freshly fallen snow, the tiny particles of water suspended in the air by clashing warm and cold air currents creating a thick white blanket over the hustle and bustle of daily life, hushing the cacophony of the masses. From up here, the village seemed to hardly move, aside from trees in rooftop gardens swaying in the gentle autumn breeze, leaves turning all shades of orange and red, like fire over the white snow of the mist. It was gorgeous, worthy of a Haiku, if she could compose one.
A crisp chill filled the air, brushing lightly against Akiko's alabaster skin, sharply contrasting against the dark mahogony scabbard of the sword which sat in her lap, a fifty pound paperweight she had been carrying for months now, a mixture of fear and apprehension washing over her every time her hand neared the hilt. Yet she couldn't bring herself to discard the ominous blade. It enraptured her even as it repelled, like a deep darkness that held unknown treasure of knowledge.
This blade, in her travels she had glimpsed only one like it, and yet now she held one of her own in her hand. What was this blade? What mysteries did it hold? What tale had brought it to the shop Omori had purchased it from? And just why did it seem to crackle with power that brushed out against her hand when her palm came within even six inches of it's hilt? Why did a tumultuous shudder grip her heart whenever her mind turned toward this blade?
It seemed there was naught left to do but find out for one's self. Casting aside her feelings of solicitude, Akiko deftly gripped the sword's hilt in one hand and the scabbard in the other. Leaving herself no time to think this over, for she knew what would happen if she did, the child yanked the blade from it's lacquered wooden sheath. An unusual tingling filled her body as the blade came free from it's longtime home; harsh lightning filled the air, followed by it's thunderous brother.
Akiko could feel a hard floor of lacquered wood against the bare soles of her feet. Her flesh still tingled, but beyond that she could feel the soft feel of silk against her otherwise bare skin. Her ears rang, a sound that pierced her innermost thoughts; beyond that the sound of howling wind and tightly secured shutters, of pouring rain and distant thunder. These sensations washed away the tingling and the ringing, the world around her coming back into view.
A bare few wicks flickered in the darkness, casting orbs of orange light into the shadows every few feet, with as much as a meter of inky blackness between. Slowly, Akiko turned her head about, trying to see all around her. Aside from the flickering flames ahead of her, everything else was in complete darkness, herself included. Slowly, she began to move toward the nearest light, feeling the constriction of a kimono or yukata's hem around her legs, hampering her stride.
As she stepped into the light, she could see she was wearing a kimono made of silk, orange with an autumnal print of Japanese maple leaves scattering in the wind, a red obi around her midsection. She tried looking about, but beyond the flickering flames of the lights, and the tall wooden pillars extending up into nothingness they were attached to, Akiko could still see nothing but endless darkness. But just above the sounds of the rain which poured outside, Akiko could hear a soft, uneven sound. One she couldn't quite place.
Slowly, cautiously, she began to step toward the sound, following the path of the illuminations. As she walked, the sound became clearer, more distinct against the steady pouring of the rain and howling wind, against the loud clack clack clack of the shutters and the occasional boom of distant thunder. As she neared the end of the last light's anti-umbral aura, the sound became distinct enough to discern. Sobbing.
Akiko heard sobbing coming from deep within the shadows before her, an otherwise seemingly empty abyss. As she stared out into that black void, wherein anything could lie, she felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart tremble and shudder at what could lay before her. But as she stood, trembling before this darkness, more replete than any that should exist, as if it actively consumed the light, she heard the sobbing continue somewhere within the shadow.
Painfully, Akiko swallowed and steeled herself against this nameless fear which swam in her heart. Without letting herself have a moment in which to change her mind, the girl dashed off into the shadows, ignoring her garb's attempts to constrict her movement. As the darkness swallowed her up, she came to rely solely on her ears to guide her towards the source of the sobbing, wherever it lay.
Slowly, a figure came into view. She sat on the ground, her legs to her side, one arm supporting her while the other covered her sobbing face in the sleeve of her kimono. The figure's kimono was sky blue or at least used to be, lacking a print at all. The kimono seemed to be frayed at the edges, and it's pigment noticeably fading. Her hair was long and blond, but perfectly straight, an unusual combination to say the least, even as it blended against her alabaster white skin. The strange part was that she was visible so strongly against the nothingness around her. It wasn't like she radiated light, or light shone upon her, or anything. She was just there, perfectly visible without any indication or directionality of light.
And Akiko was as well. Despite the fact that there was still no light to be found, Akiko was perfectly visible to herself, and presumably to the other girl. "Are you alright?" she asked, but the other girl seemed not to hear. "Excuse me?" she asked, placing her hand softly on the girl's shoulder. Her head whipped around to stare Akiko in the face, revealing azure blue eyes reddened by tears. The girl's mouth opened, as if to say something.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning exploded in front of her, a deafening boom reverberating in her bones. Horrendously violent winds tore the building apart, sending planks of wood flying up into the sky, tossing Akiko about like a ragdoll until she landed on the ground with a dull thud, trying to grip the smooth wooden floor, which had somehow escaped the carnage even as the winds continued to try and find purchase on her body.
Rain soaked the smooth floor, making it impossibly slick and rain beat on her face, numbing her skin under the fury of this storm. Trying not to lose her grip when there was already none to be found, Akiko looked up and saw that the girl was still in the midst of the storm, the winds whipping around her. Akiko grit her teeth and found what little purchase was to be had on the floor, springing off it and sprinting through the winds.
Her light body was suddenly caught up in a strong gale and tossed high into the air. Powerless to effect her trajectory, Akiko tossed through the air before landing near the girl. Akiko swiftly sprung to her feet and wrapped one arm around her, yelling something that was swiftly lost to the chaotic winds that swirled around them. She swung her arm in a wide arc, willing the winds to stop and the storm to cease. In a great burst of force on par with the storm's fury itself, the maelstrom vanished, banished by the sheer force of Akiko's soul.
Akiko's face softened as she looked down into the face of the girl around whom this storm seemed to be centered. "Are you alright?" The girl, staring up at Akiko, nodded. "Good. I'm Akiko. And you are?"
The village spread out below, a fine mist hiding the street level as well as freshly fallen snow, the tiny particles of water suspended in the air by clashing warm and cold air currents creating a thick white blanket over the hustle and bustle of daily life, hushing the cacophony of the masses. From up here, the village seemed to hardly move, aside from trees in rooftop gardens swaying in the gentle autumn breeze, leaves turning all shades of orange and red, like fire over the white snow of the mist. It was gorgeous, worthy of a Haiku, if she could compose one.
A crisp chill filled the air, brushing lightly against Akiko's alabaster skin. In her right hand, she held a sword far older than she was, it's blade shining in the Autumn morning light. In her left hand, she held the dark scabbard that the sword belonged to. "Your name," she said, holding the sword heavenward, "is..." Bells rang, as if celebrating the naming of this sword.