A barren and unforgiving wasteland. It is very hot and very dry here. There are no clouds to shield you from the blazing sun. The ground is hard and cracked with very little living creatures. Off in the distance there is a large plateau.
A sword that could regenerate wounds based on what you could do to other people? Now Luka liked the sound of that. He had gotten permission to hunt it down and found the location everyone believed it was at. "An executioner's blade would be perfect for a tool of Lord Jashin! With it I shall dispatch many souls to his hellish plane!" Luka shouted to himself as he made it to the wastelands. He gazed skyward and squinted his eyes; the sun was high in the sky. Luka could make out some sort of different terrain in the distance. There was nothing else around. Luka nodded his head and set out, wrapping a shirt around his head as he marched.
Hours and hours passed and Luka had yet to reach the location. By now the sun had set, and his stomach was grumbling. Despite much of what people thought, Luka could actually die from malnutrition. He raised his sack of water to his mouth and drank from it, careful to ration out how much was left. He would have to hunt if he wanted to have his strength. Night time in such a place like this was a good thing; it was when creatures came out to hunt. Luka turned to his animalistic side, using all of his senses to find himself a food source. It took a lot of sitting and waiting, but he finally found a family of little lizards. He took two kunai and tossed them out with great precision, killing three of them. He found himself a rock to sit against and started a small, smokeless fire with twigs he found. Once the lizards were cooked, Luka set to eating them. Once he was done he killed the fire and set off once more, not needing to rest.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
An emerald flame would catch Luka's attention.Itwas small in size and seemed to dance, beckoning him. If he should approach, the flame would grow in size and level with the ground. Soon, a woman's form took shape, though the form itself was misted with emerald fire. Two hollowed eyes opened and gazed upon the one that awakened her. "Years ago, the blade thirsted for blood." A sword began to materialize above the flames, and soon took the shape of a massive blade covered in a bandage. "When my body died, it was brought with my soul, though cursed to never leave this plane." The blade's hilt lowered into a stretched out hand. "The Seven Swords are weapons of great power, meant to be used by those deserving of such." The flaming woman rested the blade on her shoulder and pointed at Luka. "I know your reasons for coming here. I know of your hunt. Only by cleansing the blade of corruption will you be able to wield it properly, and the only way to preform such an act is through trial of combat." The flaming hands flicked. "Come, boy, and let us see if you will kill in the name of your God or take the path to visit him."
It was the flame that first caught his attention. Everything that followed afterward was of little consequence. The only person Luka liked to listen to during battles was himself. Half way through the lady's speech he yawned and cracked his back, readying himself for battle. "Lord Jashin will feast tonight!" Luka shouted as he charged forward. This person was using a really big blade, which of course meant that getting in close would force them to play defensive. So he ran at the girl head first.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
The woman bounced the blade off his shoulder and gripped the hilt with both hands as she used her weight and momentum to swing the sword forward. [1] As the blade came down, emerald flames shot forth in a tidal wave fashion at Luka. Immediately after the blade would hit the ground, she kicked the blade and spun forward, swinging the blade in a horizontal fashion to meet Luka with the same straightforwardness.
Luka leaned forward and shoved chakra to the nodes in his body, entering the second animal stance of the haraise style. He rushed straight through the wall of fire, ignoring the burns on his body. The blade would pass over his head and by then Luka was close enough for his finisher. Since the lady was spinning, her side was exposed. Luka lunged forward with yet another burst of speed and stuck his arm straight out, aiming to shove it right through back and into her heart.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
- Using clay results in a 20% chakra decrease for techniques.
• Animal Stance Two - Rank: B The user will begin to pop their limbs, making them more flexible,and deadly. They will force chakra onto four nodes, making movement more nimble and more rapid. This breaks limits and increases speed and strength by 1/2 a rank for 3 posts.
• Cleave - Rank: B The user will release chakra pushing off towards their opponent. They will rip their body through the air in a burst of speed, and try to shove their hand through their opponent with enough force they will kill them if they hit a major organ.
The woman did not seem to flinch with a hand shoved into her ethereal body. She instead rose the Executioner's Blade, then stabbed herself through the stomach, and through Luka's as well. This one move was all she needed to see. She could see the skill, the promise of greater things, all from one movement. Her job was done, and slowly dissolved, leaving the blade behind.
