|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:21 pm
Choosing his weapon It was tradition within his family to survive their dragon hunts unarmed to build strength, intelligence, and character. They have to be quick on their feet when facing against a foe or it will be their last and to seek their surroundings of what could be used for their advantage. Easy to say for Takeo, it was certainly like hell to be left out in the forest all by himself but just a bag he prepared in the morning. In his home, Takeo sat in solitude in a peaceful meditative state of mind with his eyes closed. It was here that he was unmasked and only here in the presence of his family seeing it hanging off the side of his head. His father stood before him and leader of his family clan, Takumi. He is a tall Oblivionite man who has dark red skin unlike his son, his white hair tied in a high pony tail, and scars covered his body from years of mission; even a piece of one of his wings is missing from one battle.
Takumi stared down at his son with a sword at hand. There was silence in the room as time slipped away into the night and they stayed motionless. But then, Takumi made a move and gripped his sword tightly at hand and lifts it high up in the air with the sharp edge towards his son. It was held perfectly straight while being perfectly deadly as the blade had tasted blood of his fallen enemies. The older Oblivionite breathing has vanished; his presence disappeared from Takeo’s senses. It was at that moment when his father strike as he swung his sword down to cut Takeo's head in half in a clean slice, but the young ninja reacted and grabbed his mask to catch the blade. It was swiped away before it was cut in half and he was able to roll away to safety as the sword sliced the mask in half and stabbed through the floor.
". . . good." His father said as he sheathed his sword to its scabbard on his back and turned to see Takeo. "You've done well Takeo. All of your training and dragon hunts has served you well." The young ninja was highly lucky to be able to dodge that attack. He wasn't even sure that he would be able to do that with his wooden mask! But he wouldn't let his father know about that as he regained himself and move back to his original position and kneeled in front of him to continue on.
His father stepped away to the back of the room to gather a few things in his arms as they were wrapped in cloth. He returned back, walking in a graceful manner as he appeared to be gliding on the floor and kneeled down. The bundles were lay in front of Takeo and he unraveled them to reveal weapons in fact. They are a different array of weapons from kunai and shuriken, to a bow and arrow, and also the standard sword all the way at the end. "Pick now, you are now a warrior of the Ito family. By the time you selected your choice of weapon, you may begin on your very first mission." Takeo was emotionless and stern, but on the inside he couldn't be any happier as had finally finished his training and can finally pick his weapon of choice now. There were so many to choose and the possibilities of how to fight with each and every one of them, but in the end, he had picked the sword which was calling for him. He grabbed his sword and slipped the strapped over for it to be on his back as he stood up proud.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 3:14 pm
Punishment Punishment . . . something that he thought he would have never experience so early in his life. Takeo was given a mission, but he failed miserably. And now, he was sitting alone in the main hall of his family’s compound in waiting for his father to come in and administer. He kept his head down during the entire time, and waiting. In his mind, there were plenty of thoughts going on in wondering what is going to happen. The people in his family are heavily scarred from both their missions and failures that it was hard to distinguish which is from what exactly. He breathed deeply now, and continued to wait along with his thoughts in silence.
The room echoed as the sliding doors opened. His breath was hitched in his throat for he knew it was him, his father, entering the room. Takeo didn’t dare to look up at his father even when the older Oblivionite stood in front of him. “Come . . .” At the demand, Takeo immediately stood up and followed behind him to another room where there is a hearth in the middle of the wooden flooring and a couple of metal rods sticking in the fire along with two pillows to sit on. Takumi motioned him to go and sit down which he silently complied to do and he took off his mask. “I never thought that this would happen so soon . . .” Takumi spoke solemnly as he stared into the embers of the hearth, sighing deeply, and looked over to Takeo. “Show me your arm.” And everything made sense to the young warrior now as he saw what his punishment going to be: branded for failure.
Swallowing a hard knot in his throat, he pulled up his long sleeve of his left arm to reveal it to him. “Father . . . have . . . how should I overcome this?” He changed his question from asking if he ever received this before to the other as he looked up to the man in curiosity. The seasoned warrior was silent in thinking about it as he unlaced his gauntlet loose. “That, should be something only you can figure out. You can train until the point of death, or you can plan and strategize until your head explodes.” The gauntlet was slipped off and placed down on the floor and Takumi removed the cloth wrapping around it for his son to see an old branded X mark burned on his forearm. It was something that he obtained before from his father along with other branded marks. It made Takeo hollowed eyes widen in shock to see it and looked up to him. “However, you will learn in time. It will be burned into your skin as a reminder to become stronger.”
The idea of being branded did made him feel terrible for the memory will be burned into his skin. He only wanted this to be his only time in getting the mark on his skin as he carried on his family’s name. And with that, he pulled his sleeve up more and biting his lip as he received his punishment; crying out in sheer pain as the searing red metal x was pressed upon his skin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 12:03 pm
It was a big change compared to hunting over at home. It felt . . . nice, actually being away from my family's eyes. I might go out hunting even more all while bringing honor to my family.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 2:41 pm
After the first Mara Hunt After his first hunt in the desert, it felt a little freeing. Takeo had to always do things in the presence of his father or his family; constantly being watched. The pressure on him was so stressful to be perfect because he was going to be next in line of being the clan head. It was the one thing on his mind constantly, however that is not there anymore when he is at Taliuma in his stay for the Mara hunt. There were so many Magescians of different races all in the same tasks of hunting down Mara and their own personal agendas as well.
He walked through the port town in keeping to himself, already feeling lost in such a different scenery. He feels that he stands out from with his red skin and mask on to hide his face . . . but then he thought about breaking a rule of what his family had made for centuries. The ninja slipped his mask off and placed it in his bag underneath his cloak in order to blend in more with his surroundings, and it worked. There were some smiling at him while some glared in seeing that he was an Oblivonite. It didn't bother him though for he just smiled.
After his day, he traveled back to the inn where he was staying; much thanks to his father who arranged it. There were a lot of howdy hunters who are celebrating their feats out in the desert and telling stories, loudly, about their victories of what they had fought and won. Takeo kept to himself as he relaxed, watching them as he drank some water to cool him down from the hot weather. It was a different sighting than his norm, but it was nice to see once in a while.
"Oho! We got ourselves a young little hunter over here!" A large Oblivionite warrior caught him looking and it made Takeo glance away in embarrassment, already gaining the attention he is not use to. ". . . I'm not that young you know." The ninja commented back but it all made burly man laugh heartily and walked over to him. "Come join us lad! It's much better than to stay there by yourself." The rough patting on his shoulder had almost knocked him out of his chair, and he wasn't given the chance to say no at all as he was invited to the group.
There were other Oblivionites in the group and some that are Hybrids of Oblivionites and Dovaa which didn't bothered him at all, and he sat quietly in listening to them. The loud chatter was too much for him to bear as he tries to block them out of his mind. That, sadly, only happened for only a second. "Oi! Tell us aboutcha hunt down little one!" One of the fighters, a berserker, smacked him on his back; knocking all the air our of his body and almost out of his chair too. He straighten himself out and looked at the others who are dying to know about his hunting before he started to speak. "I . . . I had my first Rock Mara hunt out here and found it alone. I snuck up behind it and strike him down on his back side by surprise. It fought back, yet I was victorious and took my prize . . . but it wasn't alone." One of the fighters gasped at the suspense, making Takeo looked at him with a strange look before continuing on. "Another Mara ambushed me just as I took my loot. He was bashing on me more and more against my blade. It was making my arm feel numb from the collision. But just it was about to attack, I rolled out of the way and . . . ran off." The last two words were meekly spoke out for he lost that battle and felt the embarrassment for he was in a group of seasoned fighters and he couldn't deal with two.
"Haha! Not bad for yer first time!" A hybrid archer spoke out with a bright smile on his face after listening to his story. "You gotta be smart out there if you want to live. We have one life after all and so we need to decide to fight or get our asses outta there." It surprised Takeo to hear about that as it made him smile. He was so use to the scolding of how he failed his missions and would be punished, but they were . . . nice. "I got the head right here actually . . ." And he got more involved with the Magecians as he shared his stories with them and smiling a little more than the norm, but again, it was nice.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
