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 Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 4:08 am
Those Whom Walk In Mists, This is Your Sanctuary... The Rules of the Dojo is as follows for stat increase:
1. EVERY 50 WORDS EQUALS .2-.5 STAT POINT TO ANY STAT OF YOUR CHOOSING....
2. You're allowed up to 1 whole point (Divided however you choose...) during one training sitting...
3. You will have to apply the new stats in your village registry (KAGES, make one once you get that title.....)
4. No PvP in here.... Strictly training ONLY!!!
Mists Awakening, Those of Strongest Hearts and Souls Will Pass Through.
Are You Dedicated?
Or Fake?
Show Us What You Can Do.
~Mizukage
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 2:27 pm
"Ok Here I go", (hand signs Ram) "Kiri Gakure no Jutsu". Rei concentrates hard on letting out his chakra to form Mist, but nothing happens. "Man, I going to get this before the day is over."He puts his hands back into the Ram sign and again tries on concentrating to form mist once again. "HEY REI, MOM NEEDS YOU RIGHT AWAY" a young voice scream out. "Oh man, you just threw off my concentration Miya" exclaimed Rei. "Sorry, can you teach me later on" Miya says in shy demeanor. "Of course, If you promise me that you will not try to join the academy when you turn old enough" Rei states. " Why not brother?" Miya questions. Rei looks at her with a smiles and says "I'll tell you later". Flashing through Rei's mind is how they brung back the old way of passing the academy, by killing a fellow classmate. He doesn't want his siblings going through that ever.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:13 pm
Tozerion "Ok Here I go", (hand signs Ram) "Kiri Gakure no Jutsu". Rei concentrates hard on letting out his chakra to form Mist, but nothing happens. "Man, I going to get this before the day is over."He puts his hands back into the Ram sign and again tries on concentrating to form mist once again. "HEY REI, MOM NEEDS YOU RIGHT AWAY" a young voice scream out. "Oh man, you just threw off my concentration Miya" exclaimed Rei. "Sorry, can you teach me later on" Miya says in shy demeanor. "Of course, If you promise me that you will not try to join the academy when you turn old enough" Rei states. " Why not brother?" Miya questions. Rei looks at her with a smiles and says "I'll tell you later". Flashing through Rei's mind is how they brung back the old way of passing the academy, by killing a fellow classmate. He doesn't want his siblings going through that ever. You have 160 words so far....
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 7:12 am
Cool so you don't mind it if i write it like a story.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 2:34 pm
"Man, that took longer than I thought. Now getting back to training"says Rei as he puts his hands into the Ram sign. He starts to concentrate on peforming the Kiri Gakure no Jutsu. He feels the chakra coarsing through his body"come on, come on"utters Rei. " Hey Rei are you gonna show me or not?" Miya asked. "BBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP" Rei now has a suprise look on his face as well as Miya. "EWWWW you farted, thats not cool at all" Miya blurts while holding her nose. "You blew off my concentration"shouts Rei. "I'm sorry" she spurts as she starts to cry. "Stop crying Miya and I'll show you how to make your own water clone."Rei declared. Miya's eyes opened widely as the tears stop "really" she says excitedly. "Yeah, i'll show but you cannot go around showing your friends. Can you promise that to me" Rei asked. Miya responds "I promise." " Ok this is all you have to do Bird, Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Bird, Tiger. While doing it try to build up your chakra through out your whole body and then try pushing it all towards one direction." Rei explains, "Like this" he then starts performing the hands "Bird", "Tiger", "Dragon", "Monkey", "Bird", "Tiger". A flash of smoke appears and in the instant that it disapate a clone of Rei is standing there. "You see now try it."Rei says. "Ok, if that all there is to it."Miya says disheartenly. "Bird", "Tiger", "Dragon", "Monkey", "Bird", "Tiger". She then starts to concentrate, suddenly a flash of smoke appears and after it clear there stand a clone of Miya. "Wow, thats awesome to get it on your first try Miya. Now try practicing over there and let me master creating a mist and I might show you that too." exclaim Rei. "Ok brother, you are the best."Miya said joyfully.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 6:07 pm
Kanashii leaned on the timber fence surrounding the practice area as she went over her drills in her mind. She ran a hand through her cropped hair thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the fields. She pushed away from the fence and plucked a kendo blade from a barrel to her right, hefting the somewhat heavy blade over her shoulder, she headed to the hardwood post the size of a tall man. There was really no point in practising sword work unless you knew what you were doing. As Kanna herself believed. The kendo blade was made of wood and bore little resemblance to her own katana, aside from the leather-bound hilt and crosspiece on it. In fact, it was a long baton, made of seasoned, hardened hickory. But it weighed much the same as the slender steel blade, and the hilts were weighted to approximate the heft and balance of a real katana.
Eventually though, she would progress to drilling with another katana- albeit with blunted edges and points. But she would pace herself.
Soon, the practice yard rang with the thudding of wood against the thick, sun-hardened leather padding on the practice post.
It was boring, repetitive work under the hot afternoon sun. But it was necessary. These were basic moves by which she might well live or die or at some later date and it was vital that she should have them so totally ingrained as to be instinctive.
She began the sequence, calling out each move as she performed them.
"Thrust! Side Cut! Backhand side! Overhand!" She called out, a thud of wood on beat. Though as she called out the overhead backhand cut, she delivered it, but then almost instantly switched to a backhand side cut as well, allowing the first cut to bounce off the post to prepare him instantly for the second. The stroke was delivered with such stunning speed and force, that in real combat the result would have been devastating. Her opponents sword, raised to block the overhead cut, could never have moved past enough to protect uncovered ribs from the rapid side cut that followed. It was a slight variation in the strict pattern of the drill, a quick flicker of extra movement that was there and gone almost too quickly to be noticed.
Rest!
She allowed the sword point to drop to the dust, hand on the pommel, standing feet apart with the sword hilt centered against her obi, in the parade rest position.
"Well that was fun.."
W O R D S: 4 1 7
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:37 pm
"Man I wonder what am I doing wrong?"questions Rei to himself. his expression on his shows how frustrated he is. He thinks to himself" Man I got get this before i go out on my first mission." With that in mind he sits and calms himself down. He then looks inside the house and see his family laughing and playing with some old hand-me-down toys that he found in the trash nearby. He then takes a big breath and stands. "I got this, for them" proclaims Rei as a tear comes from his right eye. He then gets into stance and performs the Ram sign and shouts "Kiri Gakure no Jutsu". As he concentrates he sees the mist swoop over the nearby fence and engulf his whole back yard. "Alright I did it" Rei says with a giant smile. "Did you create this mist. Man you are the best." Miya screams, "you got to teach me this one too.". "ok, ok " utters Rei while he starts to laugh. "Man its time to go on my first mission", he says then makes a sigh of regret "Now its time tell to them.".
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 3:52 am
Azalie_sama Kanashii leaned on the timber fence surrounding the practice area as she went over her drills in her mind. She ran a hand through her cropped hair thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the fields. She pushed away from the fence and plucked a kendo blade from a barrel to her right, hefting the somewhat heavy blade over her shoulder, she headed to the hardwood post the size of a tall man. There was really no point in practising sword work unless you knew what you were doing. As Kanna herself believed. The kendo blade was made of wood and bore little resemblance to her own katana, aside from the leather-bound hilt and crosspiece on it. In fact, it was a long baton, made of seasoned, hardened hickory. But it weighed much the same as the slender steel blade, and the hilts were weighted to approximate the heft and balance of a real katana.
Eventually though, she would progress to drilling with another katana- albeit with blunted edges and points. But she would pace herself.
Soon, the practice yard rang with the thudding of wood against the thick, sun-hardened leather padding on the practice post.
It was boring, repetitive work under the hot afternoon sun. But it was necessary. These were basic moves by which she might well live or die or at some later date and it was vital that she should have them so totally ingrained as to be instinctive.
She began the sequence, calling out each move as she performed them.
"Thrust! Side Cut! Backhand side! Overhand!" She called out, a thud of wood on beat. Though as she called out the overhead backhand cut, she delivered it, but then almost instantly switched to a backhand side cut as well, allowing the first cut to bounce off the post to prepare him instantly for the second. The stroke was delivered with such stunning speed and force, that in real combat the result would have been devastating. Her opponents sword, raised to block the overhead cut, could never have moved past enough to protect uncovered ribs from the rapid side cut that followed. It was a slight variation in the strict pattern of the drill, a quick flicker of extra movement that was there and gone almost too quickly to be noticed.
Rest!
She allowed the sword point to drop to the dust, hand on the pommel, standing feet apart with the sword hilt centered against her obi, in the parade rest position.
"Well that was fun.."W O R D S: 4 1 7
”And so this is the time to try…” She whispered and extended her hand before her, closing her oddly coloured eyes and tipping her head forward, allowing her white locks to spill into her eyes. The air around her hand seemed to writhe with little heat waves, as her lips moved in silent chant. The waves grew more prominent and strong, small sparks leapt around her hands, suddenly her eyes flew open as flames burst and wove around her fingertips. Alas it was only a weak flame, but she would be able to improve.
”Fire…With my water? Opposites, will they get along?” She inquired, tilting her head to the side as she turned her hand slowly over and surveyed the flame. Somewhat shocked to find that the flame did not burn her. She pursed her lips and flicked her finger, flinging the small flame at the grass before her. It caught alight quickly. She blinked her eyes rapidly and waved her hand before her face, dispelling the flame, though leaving a charred patch on the grass. Kanashii knelt down and ran her fingers softly over the grass; a smile flickered across her calm features.
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She had returned to the inside of the dojo, and stood in a ready position. Her eyes once more closed.
”HEI!” She yelled and flipped backward, she sprung back off one hand and cart wheeled to the side, springing off both hands and landing, performing a left jab followed closely by a right cross. She gave a crescent kick and spun around in a wheel like a windmill with a front kick. She knelt down and jumped upward, rolling into a ball in the air and landing with a thud, rolling across the floor she drew her katana, Setsuka, and slashed at an unseen enemy. Thus is known as “shadow fighting” due to the fact you are fighting an unseen enemy.
She turned on her heel and back kicked, before slashing her katana once more, with a backhand slash and an overhead backhand. She appeared furious at absolutely nothing, her beautiful face wrought with anger. Suddenly a smile broke her spell and a laugh bubbled over her lips.
What we see, and what she saw were two completely different things. For what she saw, was a memory…
”KANASHII! HURRY TO THE SOUTH GATE!” shouted a voice.
Kanna nodded and darted backward, her katana drawn and held in an adept and skilled hand. Her very own. She found herself faced with three men, masked and wearing all black. She gave a wry and dangerous smile.
“Well hey there boys…Come to hurt an innocent girl like me” She mocked and withheld her sword before her. They laughed, the mere sound made her grit her teeth.
“Innocent, don’t make us laugh, we’ll take you and you’ll see just how innocent you are when we’re done with-“ the man was cut off, Kanna’s katana embedded in his throat…
She fought in the dojo, her eyes glazed over as she relived that horror. Each step, every expression was mirrored to that day as she slipped even further into her daze, her “battle fit”
She drew the katana back harshly and across his throat, hot blood splashing on her face and body. She licked her lips and drew the katana back.
“Shut your mouth you insolent dog”
She growled and suddenly started laughing, a truly horrible and choked sound bursting and laced with mirth. She darted forward and made the same mess of the other two men. By this time, some of the fighting had stopped, both parties; Raiders and Mist Ninja had stopped and watched Kanashii fight. She stood panting and laughed, her head tipped back.
“Who else wants so-“
Kanashii hit the floor hard, landing with a thud, her katana clattering to the ground. She panted and looked at the ceiling; a fresh line of blood ran down her thigh, a kunai embedded in her leg. She reached down with a red nailed hand and harshly pulled it out and sheathed it on her leg belt.
To draw herself from her battle fit, Kanashii had had to draw blood, her own if you will, to sedate her blood lust. She had no spirit in her, just a brimming madness, hatred so strong, that when she fought, she felt naught but malice and a thirst for killing.
”I need to keep my mind away from that day…” She muttered and stood up, leaning most of her weight on her good leg. ”One day… I might go to far...” She said quietly, her voice solemn, her eyes so desolate, so lonely.W O R D S: 8 2 3T O T A L . W O R D S: 1 2 4 0[/
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:06 am
Azalie_sama Azalie_sama Kanashii leaned on the timber fence surrounding the practice area as she went over her drills in her mind. She ran a hand through her cropped hair thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the fields. She pushed away from the fence and plucked a kendo blade from a barrel to her right, hefting the somewhat heavy blade over her shoulder, she headed to the hardwood post the size of a tall man. There was really no point in practising sword work unless you knew what you were doing. As Kanna herself believed. The kendo blade was made of wood and bore little resemblance to her own katana, aside from the leather-bound hilt and crosspiece on it. In fact, it was a long baton, made of seasoned, hardened hickory. But it weighed much the same as the slender steel blade, and the hilts were weighted to approximate the heft and balance of a real katana.
Eventually though, she would progress to drilling with another katana- albeit with blunted edges and points. But she would pace herself.
Soon, the practice yard rang with the thudding of wood against the thick, sun-hardened leather padding on the practice post.
It was boring, repetitive work under the hot afternoon sun. But it was necessary. These were basic moves by which she might well live or die or at some later date and it was vital that she should have them so totally ingrained as to be instinctive.
She began the sequence, calling out each move as she performed them.
"Thrust! Side Cut! Backhand side! Overhand!" She called out, a thud of wood on beat. Though as she called out the overhead backhand cut, she delivered it, but then almost instantly switched to a backhand side cut as well, allowing the first cut to bounce off the post to prepare him instantly for the second. The stroke was delivered with such stunning speed and force, that in real combat the result would have been devastating. Her opponents sword, raised to block the overhead cut, could never have moved past enough to protect uncovered ribs from the rapid side cut that followed. It was a slight variation in the strict pattern of the drill, a quick flicker of extra movement that was there and gone almost too quickly to be noticed.
Rest!
She allowed the sword point to drop to the dust, hand on the pommel, standing feet apart with the sword hilt centered against her obi, in the parade rest position.
"Well that was fun.."W O R D S: 4 1 7
”And so this is the time to try…” She whispered and extended her hand before her, closing her oddly coloured eyes and tipping her head forward, allowing her white locks to spill into her eyes. The air around her hand seemed to writhe with little heat waves, as her lips moved in silent chant. The waves grew more prominent and strong, small sparks leapt around her hands, suddenly her eyes flew open as flames burst and wove around her fingertips. Alas it was only a weak flame, but she would be able to improve.
”Fire…With my water? Opposites, will they get along?” She inquired, tilting her head to the side as she turned her hand slowly over and surveyed the flame. Somewhat shocked to find that the flame did not burn her. She pursed her lips and flicked her finger, flinging the small flame at the grass before her. It caught alight quickly. She blinked her eyes rapidly and waved her hand before her face, dispelling the flame, though leaving a charred patch on the grass. Kanashii knelt down and ran her fingers softly over the grass; a smile flickered across her calm features.
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She had returned to the inside of the dojo, and stood in a ready position. Her eyes once more closed.
”HEI!” She yelled and flipped backward, she sprung back off one hand and cart wheeled to the side, springing off both hands and landing, performing a left jab followed closely by a right cross. She gave a crescent kick and spun around in a wheel like a windmill with a front kick. She knelt down and jumped upward, rolling into a ball in the air and landing with a thud, rolling across the floor she drew her katana, Setsuka, and slashed at an unseen enemy. Thus is known as “shadow fighting” due to the fact you are fighting an unseen enemy.
She turned on her heel and back kicked, before slashing her katana once more, with a backhand slash and an overhead backhand. She appeared furious at absolutely nothing, her beautiful face wrought with anger. Suddenly a smile broke her spell and a laugh bubbled over her lips.
What we see, and what she saw were two completely different things. For what she saw, was a memory…
”KANASHII! HURRY TO THE SOUTH GATE!” shouted a voice.
Kanna nodded and darted backward, her katana drawn and held in an adept and skilled hand. Her very own. She found herself faced with three men, masked and wearing all black. She gave a wry and dangerous smile.
“Well hey there boys…Come to hurt an innocent girl like me” She mocked and withheld her sword before her. They laughed, the mere sound made her grit her teeth.
“Innocent, don’t make us laugh, we’ll take you and you’ll see just how innocent you are when we’re done with-“ the man was cut off, Kanna’s katana embedded in his throat…
She fought in the dojo, her eyes glazed over as she relived that horror. Each step, every expression was mirrored to that day as she slipped even further into her daze, her “battle fit”
She drew the katana back harshly and across his throat, hot blood splashing on her face and body. She licked her lips and drew the katana back.
“Shut your mouth you insolent dog”
She growled and suddenly started laughing, a truly horrible and choked sound bursting and laced with mirth. She darted forward and made the same mess of the other two men. By this time, some of the fighting had stopped, both parties; Raiders and Mist Ninja had stopped and watched Kanashii fight. She stood panting and laughed, her head tipped back.
“Who else wants so-“
Kanashii hit the floor hard, landing with a thud, her katana clattering to the ground. She panted and looked at the ceiling; a fresh line of blood ran down her thigh, a kunai embedded in her leg. She reached down with a red nailed hand and harshly pulled it out and sheathed it on her leg belt.
To draw herself from her battle fit, Kanashii had had to draw blood, her own if you will, to sedate her blood lust. She had no spirit in her, just a brimming madness, hatred so strong, that when she fought, she felt naught but malice and a thirst for killing.
”I need to keep my mind away from that day…” She muttered and stood up, leaning most of her weight on her good leg. ”One day… I might go to far...” She said quietly, her voice solemn, her eyes so desolate, so lonely.W O R D S: 8 2 3T O T A L . W O R D S: 1 2 4 0[/ +.4 to whatever stat you would like, divided however you like...
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:43 am
Kanashii drew her katana and took in deep, consitent breaths. Allowing herself to shift into a battle daze, a memory surfacing as she slashed and parried against an unseen enemy.
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Hurriedly Kanna disposed the pitiful force that she had on hand—four decent swordsmen, not counting herself, 5 men skilled with quarter staff, and another 15 who knew how to hold the staff and little more. Because of the rubble, the gate was only big enough for two men to fight side by side.She and Tametomo would have to hold it as long as they could, with Yori and the other skilled swordsmen right behind to step in when and if they fell. Up on the wall, the archers stood ready with full quivers at their hips. Tomeyoshi climbed up to join them.
“Now, listen, lads,”Kanashii said. “No heroics like in the bard songs. Just fight and hold your place.”
It was some time before Kanashii saw the pack of thirty-four men ride out of the east at a steady trot. About three hundred yards away, they drew up and clustered around a leader for a hasty conference, then came on against at a walk. Kanashii could see men loosening shields and getting ready to dismount for the final charge on the gates, but like most fighters, they were going to stay in the saddle for as long as possible, a habit that was to prove fatal. At a hundred yards they pulled up, well out of range.
Arrows sang out from the wall, then again, and again. The lead horses reared, screaming in agony, and went down hard, rolling on their riders, as arrows came again, and again, and again. Horses behind them bucked and kicked in panic; men yelled and swore. The arrows flew again, a noiseless rain of death. The war band broke into a riot of men on foot and panicked horses, and still arrows flew down. Shouting, screaming, the war band turned tail and fled, leaving behind the twelve dead men and more horses. Far down the meadow they regrouped. When the ninja broke into howls of laughter, Kanashii turned and yelled them into silence.
“It isn’t over yet,” Kanashii said. “We don’t have all the arrows in the world with us, and if even ten of those bastards get past us, you’ll need your wits about you-If you dogs even have any.”
Then came more waiting, while the sun itself inched another notch lower in the sky, their enemies argued, and somewhere-or so Kanashii devoutly hoped –back up was riding nearer and nearer. Finally Kanashii saw the enemy dismounting. They spread out into two squads, each circling out of bowshot range around a different side of them, and then splitting up again. Tametomo muttered something under his breath that had to be a vile oath from its tone.
“They’ve learned somewhat,” Yoritomo remarked.
“So they have,” Kanashii said. “The only thing they can do. Rush us from all sides and circle us.
“We can’t stop that with only two archers.”
They exchanged a grim smile. At the moment, Kanashii wondered how she could have almost not wanted to help defend the village.
Most of the enemy were moving around to their flank. Tameyoshi began sliding the wall to meet them, but Rukia held his post over the gates until the other squad began moving to the other side. Cursing under his breath, Rukia moved to face them. For a moment everything was preternaturally quiet; then a silver horn rang out.
Distantly from the far side of the war bands, war cries exploded as the charges began. Closer and closer-a few screams as arrows hit their mark-then the jingle and clink of the some men’s armour as they ran-the first enemies rounded the wall and raced for Kanashii’s war band. Three, four, too many to count, they mobbed in, but the gate was far too narrow for mobs. The fight was a shoving match as much as it was sword work. Kanashii parried more than she swung, using her shield like a blocker to shove back the blades that hit it. Screaming war cries, the men at the rear pressed forward and forced their own men at the front off balance. Kanashii and Tametomo swung and parried and swayed back and forth in a perfect rhythm with each step.
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She gritted her teeth at the memory, a grimace of a smile. She continued to let the blade slash and bounce off the practise post. Her eyes hard like steel
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Arrows flew down into the rear of the mob, and Kanashii saw one shaft split a lad’s armour and skewer him like a chicken on a spit. Cursing and yelling, part of the mob tried to peel off and run back around the walls. The rest surged forward. Kanashii got a kill at last, keeping her arm close to her side, stabbing rather than slashing. As the corpse fell, it knocked another man off his feet, and the mob swirled in confusion. Over the screaming, Kanashii heard a silver horn ring out.
“MIZUKAGE!” A man yelled.
“KANASHII!” Another howled.
Trapped between the new charge and Kanashii’s ninja the enemy broke in a screaming panic. One clot of men surged blindly forward. Kanashii saw Tametomo knocked off balance and swung toward him. With a shout Yori leapt into the line. Out of the corner of his eye, Kanashii saw the blue of silver steel and the snap of a head as an enemy fell. An enemy slashed at Tametomo, but an arrow caught him in the back. With a quick stab and slash, Kanashii killed the last of them. She threw her shield and grabbed Tametomo’s arm as he staggered to his feet. Tametomo flopped like a rag doll onto Kanashii’s shoulder, and his mouth and nose running blood. His beautiful brown eyes, sought Kanashii’s.
“I always knew Village would see my death,” Tametomo said. “Never thought it would be this battle...”
When he coughed, blood bubbled and gathered on his lips. Staggering under his weight, Kanashii knelt to lay him back onto the ground, but Tametomo was dead before they reached the ground, his mouth frozen in a blood stained smile at his own jest.
“Ah, s**t!” Kanashii said.
Around her echoed the cheers of the ninja and villagers. Kanashii closed Tametomo’s eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and then rose to find herself face to face with Yoritomo. For a moment, they merely looked at each other. Kanashii was so sure he knew him, in fact he had never been so sure of anything in his life. Irrational though it was. Then the feeling vanished like magic. Yori laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Is he gone?” Yori asked quietly.
“He is. Well, it happens.”
“So it does, Kanna...”
Kanashii nodded and let out her breath in a long sigh, surprised at the truth of it; Tametomo was her oldest friend, and she fought along side him until his death. Suddenly, Kanashii burst out keening and flung herself down by Tametomo’s body, but Yori merely set his hands on his hips, his whole body tense as a strung bow.
She looked up and howled a single word, the meaning plain for any man to hear:
Vengeance.
Kanashii looked up at Yori and held back a fresh wave of tears.
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Kanashii panted for breath and threw her blade across the dojo, taking "Dragon" stance she began to go through her paces, starting with the "Snaking Hands" routine. Her eyes remaining hard, though the memory saddened her, she had become somewhat hollow in the past years.
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“I wish we could cremate him,” Kanashii said in a thin, flat voice. “But there’s no wood and no sacred oil.”
“A grave will do,” Yori said. “He’s dead, Kanna. It won’t matter one cursed jot to him what we do with his flesh.”
Kanashii nodded in miserable agreement and went on to digging Tametomo’s grave.
The night before, Kanashii had been so hysterical with grief that Rukia had given her a strong draught of sleeping aid. Now she seemed light-headed and a little sick, like a woman that has drunk too much sake the night before.
At last they were done; they threw the shovels to one side, then picked up Tametomo’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and laid him in. For a moment both of them stood in silence, surrounded by the ninja and other villagers. All at once, Kanashii tossed back her head and howled with rage. Before anyone could stop her, she drew her katana and made a shallow gash on her forearm.
“Vengeance!” She screamed. “I’ll have blood to match mine for this!”
Kanashii held her arm over the grave and let the blood drip, spattering the blanket.
“I witness your vow,” Yori said softly.
Kanashii nodded and let the blood run. She howled out a wordless cry, and then ran blindly away, crashing into a thicket of trees nearby.
“We’d best leave her to her grief; she has after all just lost a friend. I’ll fill this in.” She remarked to the village, they seemed clearly distraught by the attack on the village and the odd behaviour of their Mizukage, they nodded solemnly. Rukia stepped forward and picked up a shovel.
“I’ll help Yori-Sempai”
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Kanashii gasped for air and leant her hands on her knees, beding over and gasping for air. She straightened and wiped sweat from her forehead, a glassy stare set on her face.
W O R D S: 1, 5 8 8
T O T A L . W O R D S ( O V E R F L O W . F R O M . L A S T . P O S T ): 1, 8 2 8
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 11:14 pm
Azalie_sama Kanashii drew her katana and took in deep, consitent breaths. Allowing herself to shift into a battle daze, a memory surfacing as she slashed and parried against an unseen enemy.
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Hurriedly Kanna disposed the pitiful force that she had on hand—four decent swordsmen, not counting herself, 5 men skilled with quarter staff, and another 15 who knew how to hold the staff and little more. Because of the rubble, the gate was only big enough for two men to fight side by side.She and Tametomo would have to hold it as long as they could, with Yori and the other skilled swordsmen right behind to step in when and if they fell. Up on the wall, the archers stood ready with full quivers at their hips. Tomeyoshi climbed up to join them.
“Now, listen, lads,”Kanashii said. “No heroics like in the bard songs. Just fight and hold your place.”
It was some time before Kanashii saw the pack of thirty-four men ride out of the east at a steady trot. About three hundred yards away, they drew up and clustered around a leader for a hasty conference, then came on against at a walk. Kanashii could see men loosening shields and getting ready to dismount for the final charge on the gates, but like most fighters, they were going to stay in the saddle for as long as possible, a habit that was to prove fatal. At a hundred yards they pulled up, well out of range.
Arrows sang out from the wall, then again, and again. The lead horses reared, screaming in agony, and went down hard, rolling on their riders, as arrows came again, and again, and again. Horses behind them bucked and kicked in panic; men yelled and swore. The arrows flew again, a noiseless rain of death. The war band broke into a riot of men on foot and panicked horses, and still arrows flew down. Shouting, screaming, the war band turned tail and fled, leaving behind the twelve dead men and more horses. Far down the meadow they regrouped. When the ninja broke into howls of laughter, Kanashii turned and yelled them into silence.
“It isn’t over yet,” Kanashii said. “We don’t have all the arrows in the world with us, and if even ten of those bastards get past us, you’ll need your wits about you-If you dogs even have any.”
Then came more waiting, while the sun itself inched another notch lower in the sky, their enemies argued, and somewhere-or so Kanashii devoutly hoped –back up was riding nearer and nearer. Finally Kanashii saw the enemy dismounting. They spread out into two squads, each circling out of bowshot range around a different side of them, and then splitting up again. Tametomo muttered something under his breath that had to be a vile oath from its tone.
“They’ve learned somewhat,” Yoritomo remarked.
“So they have,” Kanashii said. “The only thing they can do. Rush us from all sides and circle us.
“We can’t stop that with only two archers.”
They exchanged a grim smile. At the moment, Kanashii wondered how she could have almost not wanted to help defend the village.
Most of the enemy were moving around to their flank. Tameyoshi began sliding the wall to meet them, but Rukia held his post over the gates until the other squad began moving to the other side. Cursing under his breath, Rukia moved to face them. For a moment everything was preternaturally quiet; then a silver horn rang out.
Distantly from the far side of the war bands, war cries exploded as the charges began. Closer and closer-a few screams as arrows hit their mark-then the jingle and clink of the some men’s armour as they ran-the first enemies rounded the wall and raced for Kanashii’s war band. Three, four, too many to count, they mobbed in, but the gate was far too narrow for mobs. The fight was a shoving match as much as it was sword work. Kanashii parried more than she swung, using her shield like a blocker to shove back the blades that hit it. Screaming war cries, the men at the rear pressed forward and forced their own men at the front off balance. Kanashii and Tametomo swung and parried and swayed back and forth in a perfect rhythm with each step.
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She gritted her teeth at the memory, a grimace of a smile. She continued to let the blade slash and bounce off the practise post. Her eyes hard like steel
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Arrows flew down into the rear of the mob, and Kanashii saw one shaft split a lad’s armour and skewer him like a chicken on a spit. Cursing and yelling, part of the mob tried to peel off and run back around the walls. The rest surged forward. Kanashii got a kill at last, keeping her arm close to her side, stabbing rather than slashing. As the corpse fell, it knocked another man off his feet, and the mob swirled in confusion. Over the screaming, Kanashii heard a silver horn ring out.
“MIZUKAGE!” A man yelled.
“KANASHII!” Another howled.
Trapped between the new charge and Kanashii’s ninja the enemy broke in a screaming panic. One clot of men surged blindly forward. Kanashii saw Tametomo knocked off balance and swung toward him. With a shout Yori leapt into the line. Out of the corner of his eye, Kanashii saw the blue of silver steel and the snap of a head as an enemy fell. An enemy slashed at Tametomo, but an arrow caught him in the back. With a quick stab and slash, Kanashii killed the last of them. She threw her shield and grabbed Tametomo’s arm as he staggered to his feet. Tametomo flopped like a rag doll onto Kanashii’s shoulder, and his mouth and nose running blood. His beautiful brown eyes, sought Kanashii’s.
“I always knew Village would see my death,” Tametomo said. “Never thought it would be this battle...”
When he coughed, blood bubbled and gathered on his lips. Staggering under his weight, Kanashii knelt to lay him back onto the ground, but Tametomo was dead before they reached the ground, his mouth frozen in a blood stained smile at his own jest.
“Ah, s**t!” Kanashii said.
Around her echoed the cheers of the ninja and villagers. Kanashii closed Tametomo’s eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and then rose to find herself face to face with Yoritomo. For a moment, they merely looked at each other. Kanashii was so sure he knew him, in fact he had never been so sure of anything in his life. Irrational though it was. Then the feeling vanished like magic. Yori laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Is he gone?” Yori asked quietly.
“He is. Well, it happens.”
“So it does, Kanna...”
Kanashii nodded and let out her breath in a long sigh, surprised at the truth of it; Tametomo was her oldest friend, and she fought along side him until his death. Suddenly, Kanashii burst out keening and flung herself down by Tametomo’s body, but Yori merely set his hands on his hips, his whole body tense as a strung bow.
She looked up and howled a single word, the meaning plain for any man to hear:
Vengeance.
Kanashii looked up at Yori and held back a fresh wave of tears.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kanashii panted for breath and threw her blade across the dojo, taking "Dragon" stance she began to go through her paces, starting with the "Snaking Hands" routine. Her eyes remaining hard, though the memory saddened her, she had become somewhat hollow in the past years.
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“I wish we could cremate him,” Kanashii said in a thin, flat voice. “But there’s no wood and no sacred oil.”
“A grave will do,” Yori said. “He’s dead, Kanna. It won’t matter one cursed jot to him what we do with his flesh.”
Kanashii nodded in miserable agreement and went on to digging Tametomo’s grave.
The night before, Kanashii had been so hysterical with grief that Rukia had given her a strong draught of sleeping aid. Now she seemed light-headed and a little sick, like a woman that has drunk too much sake the night before.
At last they were done; they threw the shovels to one side, then picked up Tametomo’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and laid him in. For a moment both of them stood in silence, surrounded by the ninja and other villagers. All at once, Kanashii tossed back her head and howled with rage. Before anyone could stop her, she drew her katana and made a shallow gash on her forearm.
“Vengeance!” She screamed. “I’ll have blood to match mine for this!”
Kanashii held her arm over the grave and let the blood drip, spattering the blanket.
“I witness your vow,” Yori said softly.
Kanashii nodded and let the blood run. She howled out a wordless cry, and then ran blindly away, crashing into a thicket of trees nearby.
“We’d best leave her to her grief; she has after all just lost a friend. I’ll fill this in.” She remarked to the village, they seemed clearly distraught by the attack on the village and the odd behaviour of their Mizukage, they nodded solemnly. Rukia stepped forward and picked up a shovel.
“I’ll help Yori-Sempai”
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Kanashii gasped for air and leant her hands on her knees, beding over and gasping for air. She straightened and wiped sweat from her forehead, a glassy stare set on her face.W O R D S: 1, 5 8 8
T O T A L . W O R D S ( O V E R F L O W . F R O M . L A S T . P O S T ): 1, 8 2 8 Another .4 to stats divided however you like.... God, I might have to get back into my dojo for you, Mizukage
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 9:52 pm
Raziel-X007 Azalie_sama Kanashii drew her katana and took in deep, consitent breaths. Allowing herself to shift into a battle daze, a memory surfacing as she slashed and parried against an unseen enemy.
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Hurriedly Kanna disposed the pitiful force that she had on hand—four decent swordsmen, not counting herself, 5 men skilled with quarter staff, and another 15 who knew how to hold the staff and little more. Because of the rubble, the gate was only big enough for two men to fight side by side.She and Tametomo would have to hold it as long as they could, with Yori and the other skilled swordsmen right behind to step in when and if they fell. Up on the wall, the archers stood ready with full quivers at their hips. Tomeyoshi climbed up to join them.
“Now, listen, lads,”Kanashii said. “No heroics like in the bard songs. Just fight and hold your place.”
It was some time before Kanashii saw the pack of thirty-four men ride out of the east at a steady trot. About three hundred yards away, they drew up and clustered around a leader for a hasty conference, then came on against at a walk. Kanashii could see men loosening shields and getting ready to dismount for the final charge on the gates, but like most fighters, they were going to stay in the saddle for as long as possible, a habit that was to prove fatal. At a hundred yards they pulled up, well out of range.
Arrows sang out from the wall, then again, and again. The lead horses reared, screaming in agony, and went down hard, rolling on their riders, as arrows came again, and again, and again. Horses behind them bucked and kicked in panic; men yelled and swore. The arrows flew again, a noiseless rain of death. The war band broke into a riot of men on foot and panicked horses, and still arrows flew down. Shouting, screaming, the war band turned tail and fled, leaving behind the twelve dead men and more horses. Far down the meadow they regrouped. When the ninja broke into howls of laughter, Kanashii turned and yelled them into silence.
“It isn’t over yet,” Kanashii said. “We don’t have all the arrows in the world with us, and if even ten of those bastards get past us, you’ll need your wits about you-If you dogs even have any.”
Then came more waiting, while the sun itself inched another notch lower in the sky, their enemies argued, and somewhere-or so Kanashii devoutly hoped –back up was riding nearer and nearer. Finally Kanashii saw the enemy dismounting. They spread out into two squads, each circling out of bowshot range around a different side of them, and then splitting up again. Tametomo muttered something under his breath that had to be a vile oath from its tone.
“They’ve learned somewhat,” Yoritomo remarked.
“So they have,” Kanashii said. “The only thing they can do. Rush us from all sides and circle us.
“We can’t stop that with only two archers.”
They exchanged a grim smile. At the moment, Kanashii wondered how she could have almost not wanted to help defend the village.
Most of the enemy were moving around to their flank. Tameyoshi began sliding the wall to meet them, but Rukia held his post over the gates until the other squad began moving to the other side. Cursing under his breath, Rukia moved to face them. For a moment everything was preternaturally quiet; then a silver horn rang out.
Distantly from the far side of the war bands, war cries exploded as the charges began. Closer and closer-a few screams as arrows hit their mark-then the jingle and clink of the some men’s armour as they ran-the first enemies rounded the wall and raced for Kanashii’s war band. Three, four, too many to count, they mobbed in, but the gate was far too narrow for mobs. The fight was a shoving match as much as it was sword work. Kanashii parried more than she swung, using her shield like a blocker to shove back the blades that hit it. Screaming war cries, the men at the rear pressed forward and forced their own men at the front off balance. Kanashii and Tametomo swung and parried and swayed back and forth in a perfect rhythm with each step.
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She gritted her teeth at the memory, a grimace of a smile. She continued to let the blade slash and bounce off the practise post. Her eyes hard like steel
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Arrows flew down into the rear of the mob, and Kanashii saw one shaft split a lad’s armour and skewer him like a chicken on a spit. Cursing and yelling, part of the mob tried to peel off and run back around the walls. The rest surged forward. Kanashii got a kill at last, keeping her arm close to her side, stabbing rather than slashing. As the corpse fell, it knocked another man off his feet, and the mob swirled in confusion. Over the screaming, Kanashii heard a silver horn ring out.
“MIZUKAGE!” A man yelled.
“KANASHII!” Another howled.
Trapped between the new charge and Kanashii’s ninja the enemy broke in a screaming panic. One clot of men surged blindly forward. Kanashii saw Tametomo knocked off balance and swung toward him. With a shout Yori leapt into the line. Out of the corner of his eye, Kanashii saw the blue of silver steel and the snap of a head as an enemy fell. An enemy slashed at Tametomo, but an arrow caught him in the back. With a quick stab and slash, Kanashii killed the last of them. She threw her shield and grabbed Tametomo’s arm as he staggered to his feet. Tametomo flopped like a rag doll onto Kanashii’s shoulder, and his mouth and nose running blood. His beautiful brown eyes, sought Kanashii’s.
“I always knew Village would see my death,” Tametomo said. “Never thought it would be this battle...”
When he coughed, blood bubbled and gathered on his lips. Staggering under his weight, Kanashii knelt to lay him back onto the ground, but Tametomo was dead before they reached the ground, his mouth frozen in a blood stained smile at his own jest.
“Ah, s**t!” Kanashii said.
Around her echoed the cheers of the ninja and villagers. Kanashii closed Tametomo’s eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and then rose to find herself face to face with Yoritomo. For a moment, they merely looked at each other. Kanashii was so sure he knew him, in fact he had never been so sure of anything in his life. Irrational though it was. Then the feeling vanished like magic. Yori laid a hand on her shoulder.
“Is he gone?” Yori asked quietly.
“He is. Well, it happens.”
“So it does, Kanna...”
Kanashii nodded and let out her breath in a long sigh, surprised at the truth of it; Tametomo was her oldest friend, and she fought along side him until his death. Suddenly, Kanashii burst out keening and flung herself down by Tametomo’s body, but Yori merely set his hands on his hips, his whole body tense as a strung bow.
She looked up and howled a single word, the meaning plain for any man to hear:
Vengeance.
Kanashii looked up at Yori and held back a fresh wave of tears.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Kanashii panted for breath and threw her blade across the dojo, taking "Dragon" stance she began to go through her paces, starting with the "Snaking Hands" routine. Her eyes remaining hard, though the memory saddened her, she had become somewhat hollow in the past years.
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“I wish we could cremate him,” Kanashii said in a thin, flat voice. “But there’s no wood and no sacred oil.”
“A grave will do,” Yori said. “He’s dead, Kanna. It won’t matter one cursed jot to him what we do with his flesh.”
Kanashii nodded in miserable agreement and went on to digging Tametomo’s grave.
The night before, Kanashii had been so hysterical with grief that Rukia had given her a strong draught of sleeping aid. Now she seemed light-headed and a little sick, like a woman that has drunk too much sake the night before.
At last they were done; they threw the shovels to one side, then picked up Tametomo’s body, wrapped in a blanket, and laid him in. For a moment both of them stood in silence, surrounded by the ninja and other villagers. All at once, Kanashii tossed back her head and howled with rage. Before anyone could stop her, she drew her katana and made a shallow gash on her forearm.
“Vengeance!” She screamed. “I’ll have blood to match mine for this!”
Kanashii held her arm over the grave and let the blood drip, spattering the blanket.
“I witness your vow,” Yori said softly.
Kanashii nodded and let the blood run. She howled out a wordless cry, and then ran blindly away, crashing into a thicket of trees nearby.
“We’d best leave her to her grief; she has after all just lost a friend. I’ll fill this in.” She remarked to the village, they seemed clearly distraught by the attack on the village and the odd behaviour of their Mizukage, they nodded solemnly. Rukia stepped forward and picked up a shovel.
“I’ll help Yori-Sempai”
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Kanashii gasped for air and leant her hands on her knees, beding over and gasping for air. She straightened and wiped sweat from her forehead, a glassy stare set on her face.W O R D S: 1, 5 8 8
T O T A L . W O R D S ( O V E R F L O W . F R O M . L A S T . P O S T ): 1, 8 2 8 Another .4 to stats divided however you like.... God, I might have to get back into my dojo for you, Mizukage
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:12 am
Rei finds himself standing in the dojo of the mist. He looks around and sees all the scratches in the walls and lets out a big sigh. He then utters "Let's get started then." Rei then starts to perform hand signs Bird, Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Bird, Tiger. A flash of smoke appears and as it dissipates stands two water clone ready for training. "Alright we will warm-up first. 1000 push-ups." states Rei. "Right" shouts the two clones. They get down on the floor of the dojo in push-up position. "Let's begin One..Two..Three", They continue their repetitions until they reach 500 when suddenly the two clones loses their composures and turn into back into water and splashes on the ground. "Crap!" yells Rei as he pushes himself off the ground long enough to perform a series of hand signs. Bird, Tiger, Dragon, Monkey, Bird, Tiger. The water on the floor begins to come together and make a clone. When it is finishes forming it is already in push-up position and continues on with Rei to finish up on the last 500. As they come near completeion of all 1000 push-ups you hear a strain in their voices "998.........999..........1000." They both stand to their feet and try to regain their breath. "Alright.....let's go do......sprints" struggles Rei "We'll do 500 and move on to the real training." The clone nods his head in agreeance. They both take a look at the other end of the dojo and see that there is 1/8 of a mile between them and the end wall. "This should be fun" the clones murmur.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:47 am
Tozerion Rei finds himself standing in the dojo of the mist. He looks around and sees all the scratches in the walls and lets out a big sigh. He then utters "Let's get started then." Rei then starts to perform hand signs, OX, SERPENT, TIGER. A flash of smoke appears and as it dissipates stands two water clone ready for training. "Alright we will warm-up first. 1000 push-ups." states Rei. "Right" shouts the two clones. They get down on the floor of the dojo in push-up position. "Let's begin One..Two..Three", They continue their repetitions until they reach 500 when suddenly the two clones loses their composures and turn into back into water and splashes on the ground. "Crap!" yells Rei as he pushes himself off the ground long enough to perform a series of hand signs. OX, Serpent, Tiger. The water on the floor begins to come together and make a clone. When it is finishes forming it is already in push-up position and continues on with Rei to finish up on the last 500. As they come near completeion of all 1000 push-ups you hear a strain in their voices "998.........999..........1000." They both stand to their feet and try to regain their breath. "Alright.....let's go do......sprints" struggles Rei "We'll do 500 and move on to the real training." The clone nods his head in agreeance. They both take a look at the other end of the dojo and see that there is 1/8 of a mile between them and the end wall. "This should be fun" the clones murmur. 259 words
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