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 Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 7:49 pm
 It is believed that an item passed down generation to generation has many a story to tell. Whether it be a tapestry, a musical instrument, or a sword. Though the Sakabatou has only been around, for not even two decades... it has many stories to tell.
In 1878, the Eleventh year of the Meiji Era, there was a ex-assassin who had travelled throughout Japan, helping others by using his Sakabatou, never to kill again. His name was Himura Kenshin. Eventually, after many years of travelling, he had found himself on the streets of Tokyo, where hit met a young girl by the name of Kaoru Kamiya, apprentice master of the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo. After Kenshin had helped the girl get rid of two brothers who had tried to take it away from her, he decided to stay there, for what he thought would only be a short while, ended up being forever.
Of course, during his first whiles there, it didn't mean that his life was going to be easy. He had faced many a foe from the past. The first was the Black Hat, Jine Udo, an assassin who loved nothing more than to just kill. Then came Aoshi Shinomori, leader of the Oniwanbanshuu whom Kenshin fought to retrieve a doctor named Megumi Takani. Next came Makato Shishio, an assassin for the government who had been sentenced to burn and die. He planned to take over all of Japan, starting with Kyoto. Kenshin believed this was his job and had to do this on his own. However, there were many people by his side. Kaoru Kamiya, Yahiko Myojin, Megumi Takani, Sanosuke Sagara, and Misao Makimachi along with the Oniwanbanshuu. After many a battle in Kyoto, that too was one. Then came a more personal battle against a young man who was once his brother-in-law; Enishii Yukishiro. Enishii wanted to kill Kenshin for what he had done to his sister, Tomoe. No... he wanted him to suffer for what he did, by taking the one he cared for the most now, Kaoru Kamiya. During this time, Kenshin had to dive into his subconscious for the answer he was looking for to defeat Enishii... and he did.
Five years later, the Sakabatou was handed down to another young man for his coming of age; Yahiko Myojin, a young boy who started off at a thief, but ended up as the apprentice to the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo. And for many years, he had done what what Kenshin had done; He used his sword to save and protect others, whether he knew them or not.
Now, several years later, Kenji Himura, son of Kenshin and Kaoru is the next in line to obtain the Sakabatou. However, things seem to be slightly more complicated than they thought. Tales of the legendary Kenshin Himura still live, and now, they want a taste of "The Legendary Battousai's Son". What will happen? Who are these new foes that plan to kill Kenji and create more havoc across Japan? Will they succeed? Or will Kenji and Yahiko show them the true power of the Sakabatou.
These, my friends are the Future Tales of the Sakabatou...
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Yes! So... if you haven't guessed yet, this takes place after the series of both the anime and the manga (Though actually following the OVA. >.<;; ). Kenji is 18, Yahiko is 28 (I believe). Seeing that this is in the future, this will probably accept the most made-ups, escpecially bad-guys. The canon list is on a sticky in this forum, so in case you'd like to see who's taken, you can click here. Rules and guidelines for roleplaying are also located here. Yes, so Let's get started! ^^
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 7:20 pm
It was a misty spring morning in Tokyo. In fact, it was like almost every other morning that past week. Quiet, with the exception of a few birds chirping and the little wind chime that blew in the wind on the porch of the Kamiya Dojo. Fifteen years ago, the place would be bustling with noises of yelling, laughing, and talking. A red-headed samurai would be washing clothes, while the sempai would be teaching her young pupil. A certain rooster head would also be lazing around, while a cunning fox would be nagging him about his arm. Unfortunately, those times have come and gone. Only one of the five wa still around now. Two have passed away, one had left to Aizu, and the last had to flee the country from the law. However, this did not mean that it was entired abandoned and there was no one new.
Yahiko Myojin, a part of the original Kenshingumi and was now the new Sensei of the Kamiya Dojo. Well, not him alone. Yutaro Tsukayama was also a Sensei of the style, but was in Europe at the moment, most likely training students there as well. The Kamiya family was indeed starting to grow. Though, lately, things have been quite quiet at the main dojo. Other than him, there was only the Higashidani boy, a fellow working at the police force and of course... Kenji Himura; the son of the late Kaoru and Kenshin Himura. He was an ambitious young boy, full of confidence and power. He had incredible speed, and stradegy. His one problem was his temper, rather like Yahiko actually, though his temper had toned down after the last few years. Though 28 wasn't all that old, he couldn't help but feel it slightly. The young man groaned slightly as he put on his gi and hakama getting ready for another day of training. It would be pretty easy day, seeing that two of the three students were not here right now. Now it was just to find the young Himura kid.
((Yeah... umm... I have no idea what else to post, and if my grammar sucks, sorry))
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 10:52 pm
It had been so long since his parents had been at the Dojo... they were almost a faded ghostly presence amongst the house, despite their vivid memories will always have a place for those who knew them. Kaoru and Kenshin Himura, it was. Though, unfortunately, at the times of the Kenshin-gumi Kenji Himura wasn't even yet to be born, it... wasn't even thought to have come to be back then. That was long ago, of course. Over ten years ago... when Yahiko was a simple Dojo student, ah, the now eighteen year old Kenji couldn't even imagine. Though the previous pickpocket could, and surely it haunted his thoughts to remember Kenshin's hair and smile almost literally plastered onto his son. Besides the scar, of course. Overall the visage of the two was the same... the young boy seemed to have gotten little or nothing from his mother, except for her personality and virtues. But that's what truly made him a son of Kenshin and Kaoru. Since the death of his parents, he'd taken it upon himself to assist Yahiko in maintaining the Dojo, in honor of Kaoru of course. He knew she would've wanted him to become something in the Dojo, take his place in the Kamiya Kasshin style... although he'd already been trained by none other than his father's master in Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu. But the sword style would never truly pass down, not unless the old hermit up in the mountains was willing to give Kenji the inheritance. Of course, at their last meet Kenji was much more impudent and straightforward with "learning why his father left." By now, he was beginning to understand Kenshin's legacy, and why he felt he had a duty to leave and atone.
How ironic... it was unheard of for a Sensei to outlive his apprentice, and Kenji was sure it pained Hiko to have to see such a thing happen. According to tradition, when an apprentice mastered the swordstyle, they were supposed to kill their Senseis with their renewed attack of Amakakeru Ryu No Hirameki, or something of the sort. Not that the young adult knew much on it, although he wanted nothing more than to learn about the infamous 'Hitokiri Battousai' that was his father. His alchemistic, unpredictable, loving father... yes, loving. After holding that sakabatou in his hands, after feeling all the indents and the burning flame for passion and all Kenshin's intermixed feelings in the blade, Kenji began to understand his father as a true person and not feel such spite towards the man. Now, if only he had done so sooner... if only he'd gotten to know his father before... well, before it was too late. He constantly felt guilty for hating his father unaccountably for his actions.
Yes.. Kenji had grown up a lot since his days of climbing rooftops and tugging ruthlessly on his dad's hair and sticking to his mother like glue. Certainly. Though lots of confusion still remained to why Kenshin did so many things -- things no one would ever really know. The only person that would know of course would be Kaoru, and it wasn't like she was exactly here to tell the tale. Yahiko was the only person here that had known the Rurouni personally, although Kenji didn't like to particularly ask him questions since he knew it brought back lots of old memories, and those could be painful. It didn't matter how much time went by, they would never forget the two people that started it all. Indigo irises glanced down the dusky hallways of the Dojo after having gotten ready for the day, another day of quiet uninteresting events. From what he could glean from Yahiko, before there was always something intriguing or interesting to talk about, something to always do, and not to mention all the fun they use to have! Too bad the child barely remembered such celebrations, for he was only in his younger toddler years last time one of those had been arranged.
Lately it had been foggy and vague amongst the outer Dojo hallways, almost like a hazy surreal dream. Why? Perhaps it was because the anniversary of Kenshin Himura's death day... and it had always made everyone in a gloomy state, even the Kamiya Kasshin students, considering Kenshin's legend rang about Tokyo and all of Japan very prominently. He was even studied in the schools now, which seemed almost unreal to the young swordsman. His father really was an important person, and he really did love Kaoru and him. Had loved them. Shaking his head to hopefully alleviate those oncoming negative vibes [it would affect his training of course] Kenji Himura approached the kitchen to perhaps make some breakfast for Yahiko and the incoming students that would be arriving a little later on. Let's just thank whoever gave the swordsman Kenshin's cookings skills, or him and Yahiko would have gone to the AkaBeko and followed Sano's example otherwise.
History really did repeat itself, didn't it? Kenji did the groceries, washed the floors, sweeped them, maintained the Dojo as Kaoru would've wanted him to. As Kenshin would've. Though, sometimes he thought if this was what he really wanted. Did he want to follow exactly in his parents' footsteps? Or did he want to be his own legend, his own legacy? Instead of just "Hitokiri Battousai's son" or "the Rurouni's son" he would be a prominent title, one to call all his own. Future-wise, this would probably get the boy into some trouble. But, like stated before, he was Kenshin's son, so he was bound for trouble to follow him. It must be a Himura curse or something of the sort.
Sighing as he quickly pinned his hair in a high ponytail [like everyday], Kenji navigated to the kitchen, where he began to take supplies and chop them up and do the usual kitchen duties. What he didn't realize was how much alike him and his father appeared at this point in time, both bustling about, lost in their thoughts. He had a tendency to do so in the last week or so, considering the anniversary of his parents' deaths were approaching, and people from all over would be coming to give their grievances... right to him and Yahiko. Fortunately no one knew where their graves were, his parents had wanted it to be kept secret purposely, so nothing was done to it future-wise. It was hidden in the midst of the cherry blossoms, right where he had passed away; Kaoru not far after him. Weeks, really.
Would anyone really think of him as a person? The thought chimed from practically out of nowhere, just being due to the fact everyone just saw him as "Himura's son" and nothing else. He was hidden behind a title that would soon be dangerous to him. That flair of adventure went through Kenji, he wanted to to make his own history. It made his adrenaline pump, make the usual wooden sword he handled seem light and dull. This was his father shining through. He didn't want to have to give up to death... no, it wasn't his time. Not for.. well, a long time. But the good thing was that he didn't feel that burning hatred for Kenshin anymore, and actually felt a mutual friendship for him, although it would be nothing more than a family connection in his mind.
He was no longer a silhouette of his parents, Kenji was turning into his own person. He would carry the legacy of his parents, but now also his own. So, while he stared out into the foggy mist, he did so with perseverance, and the will to continue. There's nothing in this world that you can't be if you want it enough, that was what he would go by. Fear wouldn't rule his life, and he wouldn't give up before he died. No... Kenji Himura wouldn't let his life turn into a dull repercussion of his parents [not that it was dull], he would find adventure... soon, of course. But what the young adult didn't know was that adventure was going to find him, and a lot more than that. [[Wow! Talk about a long introduction.. listened to that song one too many times, guess I got into it a lot? XD]]
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 6:08 pm
"There you are." Yahiko replied, sliding open one of the doors, to find the young man lost deeply in thought. As good as it was for people to do that now and then, Yahiko wasn't in the mood for Philosphy. The Dojo was as silent as the grave, as quiet as a mouse, and whatever expression you would like to use. He didn't like it in the least. Did Kaoru have to deal with this before Kenshin and him came to the Dojo? If so, maybe now he understood why she acted the way she did when he first came to the dojo. For a moment, he groaned. He never thought that he'd ever act like the Tanuki, yet here he was, complaining about how quiet it was. Still, no matter how much he pretended, he deeply missed his teacher. Actually, she was more than a teacher, she was pratically a sister and now, he hated never telling her that and how much he appreciated her. Of course, he would never tell anyone else that. Just like he wouldn't tell Tsubame how he really felt about her. Of course, it was best that he would soon, before a certain playboy made his move...
Very lightly, the junior rooster head took his bokken and tapped Kenji on the head. "Yo. You just gonna stay here and ponder over life, or are you going to help me me clean up before we get training?"
Clean, train, eat, sleep, demostrate at other dojos and occaisonally help a damsel (or sir) in distress, was the routine. It had been like this for the past while. It wasn't a paticulary bad routine, but there certainly was spice that needed to be added to this dish. As said above, he could always completely be daring and tell the waitress at Akabeko how he felt, but that would mean swallowing his pride. He was an old man when it came to things like this. 28, and he still hadn't proposed to her. He'd have to though, because the love triangle was beginning to narrow. Yutaro with his foreign looks and attitude started to make it hard for Yahiko to do anything. Yutaro may not have been as strong as Yahiko, but he didn't need to be when it came to the battle of Tsubame. It was charms that was needed, and Yutaro was the champion in that area.
"Oh my Tsubame, you look so beautiful today! Did you get a new haircut?
Oh Tsubame, such a lovely woman like yourself should be carrying such a large item. Allow me.
While I was in Europe, I learnt many different languages... why don't I teach you some?
Tsubame, everytime I see you, you make my hear lighten! No amount of training can ever amount to the way I feel about you!"
Meanwhile, Yahiko's could barely manage a 'You look pretty today'. Luckily for him though, Tsubame was quite clever and knew how he felt. She was just waiting for him to say words that she wanted to hear, even if it took another 18 years.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:46 pm
The young swordsman blinked a couple of times as Yahiko walked into the kitchen, of course jumbling up his thoughts in the process. Funny how they were both thinking of things that they had once just taken for granted. But it was a good thing that they were beginning to understand, to success their parents and friends, and to learn from them and move onward. Yahiko had really grown up a lot since Kenji's younger days, and it showed through his pride and vigilance for keeping the Dojo so clean and orderly. Before being he despised cleaning the floors, then again that had been a long time ago. Indigo pools looked up from staring intently at the ingredients he was using for breakfast and looked up at his friend that he had known his whole life. He was the only family he had left, the only connection to his parents. And Kenji was the only connection Yahiko had to Kenshin and Kaoru. It was a two-way thing with coping with their losses, although they were same, they had different experiences with the different losses. "Oh. Right." Was all the teen said as he glanced at the materials lain on the counter, though he made no notion to move from his current position. He tired of this same lifestyle, and Yahiko had to somewhere as well. His father wouldn't have wanted him to lead in the exact footsteps of him, the road of history had many paths, it all depended on what detours and different turns you took along the way.
The yearning for adventure tugged at him, his blood demanded it, after all, it was Kenshin's blood. That part where you couldn't just stay put in one spot until you realized you finally belonged there. It wasn't that Kenji didn't feel that he didn't belong, it was just that his lifestyle wasn't satisfying. It didn't quench the thirst; abate the hunger. Although specifically what he was exactly yearning for, he didn't know. Looking down to his hand, clenching and unclenching it intermittently, the young swordsman sighed before he looked up to stare into the window ahead of him. "Do you ever get that feeling that life needs a little spark...? You know, that feeling that what you have doesn't satisfy what you know you want, though... you don't exactly know what that is.." He trailed off, narrowing his eyes and blinking due to the sun having already come across the horizon and was piercing his vision.
"I know it sounds stupid, but.. you want to be with Tsubame, and... I've just never known true happiness. I don't remember my father, or any of the stories that you claimed to have happened. The Kenshin you knew was different from the one I saw, Yahiko. I feel like I need change, something to stimulate life since it feels so dull. And I know Mother would've wanted me to keep close to the Dojo... and I want to honor her by doing that, but life demands a change."
Did he just mention his parents more than once in the same two sentences? To Yahiko? Did he have the courage to face what he would get in return as a response? 'How dare you think of betraying your inheritance, your place is here and nowhere else. Kaoru knew what was best for you..' Yeah, then again, she did some spontaneous things in her life too. Traveling to Kyoto on a boat to follow his father.. that's some devotion right there. Of course there would be an awkward silence until Yahiko responded, Kenji felt he had said enough. But the damage was done, you can't take back what you say, not when it's already been thrown out there. And it was true, Yahiko wanted nothing more than to marry Tsubame and settle down and have kids, keep the Dojo up, lead a happy life of peace, like Kenshin had wanted to. Though he never could. The teenager wasn't ready to settle down and just live a life of simple means, no. Not yet. There were still things in life that had to be discovered, not one moment should be dwindled away.
Deep down Kenji knew exactly what he wanted to do, though some of his pride refused to let him do so. Since the incident where he came back to see his mother one last time, he'd left Hiko, the old hermit up in the mountains by himself. Perhaps if he learned Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu, then he could understand even more than he did now. Just, understand. Though he hadn't talked to the man in a couple of years, considering he'd devoted all of his time to helping out the students in the Dojo.
It was beginning, the legacy of Himura Kenji and Yahiko Myojin, and they didn't even know it yet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 7:02 pm
Dark, crimson eyes stared back at the young Himura. It had been a very long time since Yahiko had heard Kenji speak about his parents in front of him. Indeed, they did open up wounds, but they weren't as bad as they used to be. For a very long time, it hurt to even hear there names. There deaths were were so abrupt and unexpected; he had never thought that they were going to leave like that. Just when he had thought that he would be able to cope with Kenshin being gone, Kaoru had to be snatched away as well.
Megumi had probably taken it the best; she was the one who first diagonosed the two and she was also very use to see death in her field. Of course, this didn't mean that she didn't feel as though something was carved out of her heart. Aoshi stayed pretty silent as usual as if nothing had ever changed, but there was a difference in him, like disappointment, as if he had lost something and could never really find anything to replace it. Misao cried for weeks upon weeks and sometimes it would happen out of nowhere. It still happened actually, at least once everytime Yahiko saw her. Sanosuke... Sanosuke was probably the most devstated besides Yahiko. He had returned from Mongolia at the time to visit Kenshin's grave, only to find out that Kaoru was no longer with them either. He had not expected it at all. At the beginning Yahiko would often just leave the room immediately if someone started talking about the two and tried to deny that anything was wrong, while Sano would get extremely angry and argue over nothing, especially with Yahiko. Both would hate talking about talking about the two either way. The rest of the group worried about what would happen to them.
Eventually, Yahiko did open up and accept the fact that they weren't coming back. These days, he's actually very good about it. He is able to talk about the past days and look back on them fondly and even joke about them like he used to. No one is sure about Sano anymore since he had gotten of and travelled around again. After all, he's still a wanted man in Japan.
Yahiko let out a slight sigh as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head.
"Kenji," he began. "Let clarify a few things for you before I really answer anything. Firstly. The Kenshin you knew and the Kenshin I knew were exactly the same, whether you thought you saw him differently or not. Simple as that. Secondly, yes, your mother did want you to keep close to the dojo, but in what context? Be specific! I'm not one who undestands all this teenage jargon you say (even if I'm not that old...). Thirdly, the relationship between Tsubame and I a little more complicated than the surface level, alright? It's still a ways from this 'true happiness' that you speak, assuming that there is such a thing." He then lightly tapped the young Himura on the head once more with the bokken. "Use those brains that your parents gave you! Jeeze!" He never was one for being philosphical, no matter how hard he tried. If it ever did, then he usually followed it up with a statement that destroyed the significance of it.
The young Shihan then let out another sigh. "Though to answer your other questions, yes. Yes, I do feel that I'm missing that little spark now and then. Especially since this place has been quiet for the past while now. Honestly! You'd think that a dojo that practically saved all of Japan would get a little more credit," he then lifted up his face slightly and snorted, but then went back down and smirked at the boy. "But yeah, I understand what you mean. It's been... three years since your coming of age, not to mention that you have both your Dad's desire for travelling, and your mother's spontaneity. It's only normal that you're feeling as though you're missing something. Of course, it's your own fault for not understanding what your mom meant by wanting you to stay close to the dojo."
Kaoru had indeed wanted Kenji to stay at the Dojo when he was young, for he occaisionally had a strange look in his eye when training that reminded her of Saitou, Enishii and a brutal Kenshin. It was something that certain fighters carried, an almost bloodlust like look. If there was anything she didn't want was for her son to become another hitokiri. Thus was her reasons on wanting him to train under the morals of Kamiya Kasshin Ryu, even if he never wanted to. She wanted him at least to understand that before she set him off to the real world. That's all she wanted. After all, she did want her son to experience life, and he couldn't do that just staying at the dojo forever. Though, Kaoru did always want him to return home if he did ever plan on going like Kenshin and Yahiko before him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 1:29 pm
The young samurai could only blink a couple of times at Yahiko's response. Did he actually.. joke about something so serious? Was it even possible? Even if it wasn't, he wanted it to be. He was tired of the regular routine of staying quiet and having to be cautious of what he said, because usually when he opened his mouth it was always something like a question or perhaps pondering the past. Could.. it possibly have been his fault at all for Kaoru passing away so early? Why had he been so stubborn to oppose his father and his mother? It cut a scar deep into his heart to realize this, deeper than any visible scar could portray in its symbolism. "Specific? Mother wanted me to stay and lead the Dojo in her honor, so someone in her family bloodline could at least maintain the Dojo, because that is the tradition..." Indigo eyes concentrated on the floorboards for a moment, then averting back up to his old friend. It was amusing to see Yahiko try to explain to the teen about his situation with Tsubame though, considering the circumstances Kenji knew quite well. He knew Tsubame for a long time, ever since he was just a small child, since the Kenshin-gumi enjoyed going to the Akabeko - that being the only restaurant they really ever went to. And why not? It went back very far, and the young swordsman always went there to say hello at least twice a week.
Here's the funny thing - almost everytime he came by, occasionally he'd get approached by a large variety of old employees of the Akabeko - them thinking he was Kenshin of course, but then they'd look around as if they knew who he was. "Oh, hello Kens-- Kenji." They'd say, coughing at the misplaced 's'. For the first time, he was beginning to see that most thought he would follow straight in his father's footsteps, and if any foe arrived, it would depend solely on him and Yahiko to chase off the uninvited visitors. This title he had to carry was a huge responsibility, considering Kenshin was responsible for saving Japan numerous times. Could he uphold the title of the Himura family? Should he? What was missing? His fault for not interpreting his mother's wishes correctly? For a moment the teen felt slightly offended by the fact that Yahiko thought he knew what his mother was talking about, but it quickly dissipated when he realized that the Shihan probably knew his mother better than he did himself. But how could everyone around him know his own parents better than him? It almost made Kenji jealous in a sense, like everyone else mattered more to his parents than he valued them, yet he was their only son; their only child.
"What's missing though? I don't know.. -- what do you mean my fault? Aya, you confuse me sometimes Yahiko. I don't even -know- my parents, nor will I ever better than everyone around me, so you have to understand what I have to uphold in my family when I don't even know what I have to uphold..." He sighed, glancing to a window and leaning his arm on the table. "What can I do to train harder and live up to the Himura name.." The first thing that came to mind, and it probably showed up in perhaps a gleam of his eye, was to ask Hiko to train him once again. Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu was begging for a new conqueror, and he was more than willing to take on the task. For more than just to understand his father, just to evolve as a true son of his parents and live his own legacy with the very same swordstyle that Kenshin swiped to kill with.
He may think that he was an adult now, but he still had lots of growing up to do. This was just the beginning of course. "Well, we should get going soon to meet the class, right?" After he'd snapped out of his momentary trance, Kenji walked to Yahiko and waited until he saw that his friend was ready so they could go teach more people the morals of Kamiya Kasshin-Ryu. For once, Kenji thought he knew the meaning of Kamiya Kasshin-Ryu, it went hand-in-hand with Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu. 'Don't make my mistakes, and you learn from them by atoning.' Something along the lines of that. But by learning Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu, would Kenji make a mistake and perhaps have a change of heart about not killing, like Kaoru didn't want? We'll just have to anticipate that it won't happen, but you never know...
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 12:17 pm
((Time to add Chizuru and Yukio to the mix! Not to mention adding familiar names too! ^^))
Golden eyes stared down the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo. He had finally made it. It looked like Aki was telling the truth after all. You can never tell whether a woman is really telling the truth or not, especially ones with shady pasts, not that his was any cleaner.
There it was though. Below the golden eyes, a large grin formed with excitement. Here he was, thinking it would be so hard to track down the dojo. It had taken him such a long time, assuming that it would've been very discreet due to the fact that the famous Battousai Himura had been here, yet here it was, just like any other dojo, trying to continue on with the ways of Budo- to be more specific, Kenjistu. It was so simple. He really had to stop making things so complicated. It really wasn't good. After all, he could've been rid of the young Himura such a long while ago. Ah well... c'est la vie.
Still smiling, the young man began to walk casually towards the dojo, with a simple shinai on his back, wearing a normal gi, his dark hair drooping in front of his face.
Yahiko shook his head slightly and sighed. He could've easily just stated what he wanted to in black and white. After all, that was what he was usually know for doing so, but in his gut, he knew that Kenshin and Kaoru wanted Kenji to figure out things for himself, just as Yahiko had to, and Kenshin and Kaoru before him. Meh, he'd get it soon enough, whether it was the easy or hard way.
Yahiko then scratched the back of his head casually as they began to make it to the other room, ready to expand the Kamiya Kasshin Ryu style, even if it was just a little, whiched seemed to be the case at the moment. People come and people go, and then there are the lucky few who stay awhile. There was one that always came back, but he had to go and stay with his paranoid sister. Outa Higashidani, the youngest of the three Higashidani siblings. He didn't even share the same personality traits as his older siblings. He never spoke... or hardly ever. If he did, everyone would have a heart attack. Then again, Sano, Uki and their father spoke so much that perhaps it was like that to balance them out.
Since Outa wasn't here though, he expected one or people. Perhaps a few from the Kaizen Kai Dojo might come to practice (Shihan Saya seemed to be kind enough to 'lend' her already tiny class to them. She believed it was good to train in various dojos and learn from others), but other than that, not much. Or so he assumed. Little did he know that he'd not be getting just one, but two new students attending his class. As soon as they slid the door open, Yahiko almost stumbled back by the volume of sound that had just left the room.
"SUUUUUUUGOI!!!!!!" A young woman, with long, raven-black hair clapped her hands together happily as she stared up at the various names up on the dojo wall. Her eyes glimmered with facination as she just gazed at the tatami room and all it's displays on the walls and equipment shining brightly.
For a moment, Yahiko was sure that it was Misao, what with that scream, but then once his crimson eyes actually saw where the voice was coming from. Fear and surprise struck him for he was sure that he was looking at Kaoru, the one he had first met on the bridge. His right hand shook slightly at his side. It couldn't be her... could it? Once the young girl had actually faced him properly, he calmed down, almost in a disappointed fashion. It wasn't Kaoru, but she indeed bared a striking resemblance to her. His eyes then turned over to a rather happy looking young man, who he'd never seen before in his life. Or at least he was pretty sure he hadn't. Compared to the eccentric young woman, the fellow just quietly observed the names on the whole, seeing who was training here, who used to train here, and what rank they all were.
Somewhat confused, Yahiko turned to Kenji, not quite sure what to say. Well, at least they got a few new students, that would hopefully stay awhile. He had a feeling that the girl must've been here for something other than kendo. She was wearing a regular women's kimono that she certainly wouldn't be able to practice in. Well, not much anyways. "Umm..?"
"Oh, Hiya!" the girl replied once she realized that the two senseis had arrived. "I hope you don't mind me coming here! I was curious about the Kenjitsu dojos here and a really nice waitress at Akabeko told me that you guys taught kenjitsu here and she spoke very highly of the Sensei here!"
((Fear the randomness... FEAR IT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!))
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 9:04 pm
Glancing at Yahiko, the young swordsman could tell that he was going to say all that was going to be said for the time being, probably some stupid grown-up thing where you had to 'figure it out yourself' like some kind of math problem. Like he would ever sit there and spend the time to sort everything out that was troubling him, on some account he certainly didn't receive Kenshin's patience virtue. It would come with age, it would be supposed. We would hope. After all, Japan would once again count on a Himura to keep it stable, whether the rulers wanted to admit it or not. Deep down we all know the truth, it just takes a little extra time for it to sink in with the rest of everyone else. Before they had departed from transferring to the training sector of the Dojo, Kenji shivered. A weird feeling had passed through him, almost like he was being watched. His mother had always told him never to ignore that feeling and to listen to what your heart told you. Rather his father had the more let your mind sort it out kind of philosophy, so luckily the teen got a bit of two parts of their common sense. Marvelous, isn't it? There was something very marvelous beyond the shoji doors, something that would permanently change Kenji's life as Kaoru changed Kenshin's. Would this new person bring this 'true happiness' into his life, or perhaps bring more of the complicated strife?
Well, it's not like the young Himura had time to think about any of this since he was collided with an equal amount of yells from Chizuru as Yahiko was. Almost like Yahiko, Kenji received a weird sense of deja vu, like he'd been around someone like that before. Of course, Kaoru wasn't the outgoing obnoxious bokken-beating woman in his time, she was much more laid-back and nonchalant. Although Kaoru didn't lose her youthful spark until Kenji had gotten to become older, older when he started misconcepting everything that went on in his life. When that had come to his parents and killed the two of them. That horrible disease. He sneered at the thought, he didn't want to think about how she would let herself slowly slip away like that because she lost everything important to her. Which was Kenshin obviously, thus bringing back the feeling that he wasn't significant to the tanuki at all, which wasn't the case. Kenji did not quite understand her devotion to his father, and how long she had waited to be with him. Now they would be together forever, entwined and hopefully happy, wherever they were.
This was practically a very similar version of Kaoru in her younger years, when she was alone in the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo, not letting anything conquer over her damaged reputation, until she met Kenshin and everything changed, of course. Would this have the same effect? Kenji inhaled a large amount of air to attempt to restrain his feeling of being so startled, just her jovial energy made him tremble. Although, partly he didn't quite know why. Suddenly, something weird came over him, enshrouded him, and he didn't want Yahiko to respond. He wanted to talk to her, maybe show off a few moves or two. Wait, why was he thinking this? Since when did he show off to anyone? Especially girls? When did this happen?!
Kenji hadn't the slightest clue, and he didn't even realize what he was doing until after he had said it. "Of course we don't mind." He couldn't stop from staring into her intriguing eyes, and her ebony hair, everything about her was next to flawless. To the young swordsman, at least. He would soon realize how much of an idiot women could make you look, but for the time being he was content with gazing at her elegance and overall impeccable visage. "Oh, you wouldn't happen to be speaking of Tsubame-san, would you? She's had close ties to our family and Dojo for a long time." A slight smile could be seen on Kenji's face, trying to distract himself by fumbling with the sheath on his sword, sliding the tip of the blade in and out of its encasement.
He could almost feel his face begin to flush, the more he looked at her, and only then did he realize that he was almost staring at the lady in the extravagant kimono that was a friend of Tsubame. Blinking multiple times to endeavor to abate the oncoming blush he could feel coming onto his face, the teen navigated to the plaque with the names of the people who had mastered Kamiya Kasshin-Ryu. Of course it wasn't a grand number, yet it was just enough to seem to satisfy the wall's space. Oh, he found a way to take the oncoming teasing off of him from Yahiko. Oh, he had his father's wits. "Oh, you mean Yahiko? That's him right there, the next greatest Sensei in the Kamiya Kasshin Dojo. Who she was talking about, of course." That would be more than enough poking fun to get a couple of beatings on the head later, but it was well worth the amusement. Seeing Yahiko get humiliated wasn't an everyday opportunity, in fact, it was rather rare in these harsh times ever since he'd taken on the responsibility of being the adult around the Dojo instead of the loud-mouthed obnoxious boy he had been only years before.
The next generation of Rurouni Kenshin begins.. [[I didn't mean for this to be so long, it was just so fun to watch Kenji blush at Chizuru xDD I love tormenting my characters x3]]
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 9:17 am
((It's all good. ^^ I was wondering how Kenji's reaction was going to be! It made me smile. Cute. ^^ ))
For the first time in awhile, Yahiko was without words for a few moments. Perhaps it was confusion, maybe surprise, or the fact that Kenji was mocking him and his relationship with Tsubame. Had it been several years before, Yahiko would've pummled Kenji without a thought in his mind. Then again, he never really thought when it came to times like that. Snarky like his mother, that's for sure. He was even more surprised that Kenji hadn't halted for a moment to answer the young girl's question. He turned to the young Himura for a moment. Something in his eyes changed. Not in a bad way, mind you, but there was definantly something different. A lot like when he had first met Tsubame, though Yahiko had taken a different approach to it, it was still the same gleam.
"Tsubame-san! Yes, that was her! Awesome! So I did come to the right place." Chizuru couldn't help but laugh a little at the red-head, whose face was now probably brighter that his head. It was cute though. Boys around this age always acted weird around girls, whether they liked her or not. With a bright smile, the dark-haired girl bowed quickly, but confidentally. " I'm Raikoji Chizuru! I just moved to Tokyo with my father, and figured I see what you guys all do here. Apparently, a lot of bashing people over the head with bamboo sticks. Either way, it looked pretty cool, so I'd figured I'd give it a shot! Nice to meet you, Sensei Myojin and Sensei...?"
"Sempai Kenji," Yahiko replied, plopping his hand on Kenji's head as though he was a young boy again. "A superb fighter, but he's not quite there yet in ranking. He will though someday. Sensei Tsukayama is out at the moment." If Kenji was going to start joking around with him, he'd spit it right back at him.
Chizuru placed her finger onto her chin for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and thinking. "Yeah, I think I met him too, briefly. He was just entering to talk to Tsubame, I think."
Of course, at this point, Yahiko's mind transformed into a flaming inferno, with him as a giant demon like creature, dipping Yutaro the play-boy into a huge pit of lava. Oh, how he wanted to destroy him.
Snapping back to reality. Yahiko nodded at the young girl, trying to grin, but it looked more as though he was grinding his teeth. "Right then, Chizuru and..." Yahiko peered over the girl's head over to the other student, who just seemed very quiet, but excited at the same time. "You, what's your name?"
The golden-eyed young man smiled simply as he bowed slowly and softly. "Akimura Yukio. I've just moved to Tokyo. I was told too that this dojo was high recommondation, though from different sources. I was told that you were in the top five, no, the strongest according to the Budo federation."
"Second strongest," Yahiko replied flatly. "And it's only including the BF."
"Well, I mean those of us who are still around today, you are considered at least in one of the top five at least in several other federations." His eyes then landed next to Yahiko, onto the youth who looked so much like his father. "I've heard many an interesting thing about you as well. Many."
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:15 pm
For that one moment of seeing Yahiko's hesitance, it was one of the most satisfying things in his day. Though, he hadn't a clue what would be coming to him next, at times the once obnoxious pick-pocket had his moments of consequential comeback. He certainly knew where to hit Kenji, the part where his ego was kept; his swordsmanship. It wasn't a bad thing to subdue the growing confidence the teen felt, after all, the bigger and better you thought you were, the more likely you'd challenge someone way out of your league. So later on, Kenji would figure out that Yahiko meant it in a good way towards him. There would be a lot of things the young swordsman would realize and be thankful that Yahiko had and would do for him, it just usually takes age to come upon these certain things. Of course, now Kenji would feel somewhat embarrassment to what his 'dear friend' would say next. Sempai.. pah. He could be Sensei, ever since his coming of age at fifteen when Yahiko had beaten him in the fight at Hiko's place in the mountains, the teenager was determined to defeat him in at least one match. Unfortunately as of now he still did not prevail, but he would not give up quite yet. Good thing too, having his mother's determination. Superb fighter? He was exaggerating of course in favor of Chizuru getting to be slightly impressed. Or, that's what he thought he was aiming to do.
Blinking a couple of times, but moving his hand off of his head, Kenji narrowed his eyes at Yahiko for barely a second and looked back to the lovely lady standing in front of her. By now, he'd been able to control his furious blushing by now, but only because of his temporary setback for being reminded of his lower rank in the Dojo. "It's a great pleasure to meet you, Chizuru-san. Kenji Himura, at your service." It appeared she wasn't too interested in the actual sword technique, in fact, the Himura didn't even really know why she came. But he was very glad she did. Very. Absolutely.
The teen didn't even realize there was someone behind them until Yahiko acknowledged him with a stiff comment of interrogation. It was like him to do that with the shady characters, and Kenji didn't blame him for it. From what he knew, lots of weirdos had come to the Dojo even in his father's time, so it was of no surprise that they would be more popular now, therefore bringing possibly worse people into the mix. Akimura Yukio.. he didn't seem to recognize that name.
Although he was somewhat taken aback at this mysterious man's next comment. Many a thing? Like what? Was he already fulfilling this 'own legacy' thing he'd been wanting to do? Maybe you really -should- be careful for what you wish for.. he wanted to be known by the good people, not really the bad. They just caused trouble. He slowly turned around to look at the man, and blinked a couple of times. "Is that so?" He asked plainly, learning very well from his friend beside him not to be too friendly to passing people, especially with comments like that. Though, in a weird sense, he was somewhat flattered people knew about him. His father -was- the Hitokiri Battousai of the Bakumatsu, after all. It shouldn't be that much of a shocker. Oh well.
He was hoping Ms. Raikoji would be the only new student, so he could focus on trying to get to know he-- teach her more. Of course, teaching Kamiya Kasshin-Ryu was first priority.. of course.. somehow his mind wasn't telling him that though. What a surprise there.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 9:03 pm
The young, dark-haired man smiled innocently. "Indeed I have. After all, you are the son of one of the most legendary swordsmen in all of Japan. Rumour was that you too actually trained in the Hiten Mitsuryugi style."
"And you know this how?" Yahiko asked suspciously.
"Word travels around when it comes to the ex-assassin and his family in Kyoto." Yukio replied. "Especially when one wants to train in Kenjitsu as well. Please don't take it the wrong way, I'm no enemy to you. I just hear many things." He then bowed apologetically, still with a soft smile on this face, trying not to mean any harm.
The spikey-haired Shihan thought about this for a few moments. Most fighters that he's met who ever had an innocent smile on their face ended up being some of the deadliest fighters in all of Japan. Kenshin, Soujiro, and Saitou (when he first met him), and a few others came to mind. It was always hard to fully read someone like that. Yahiko smiled, sure... though his smile always appeared to be more of a smirk inside and outside of battle, no matter how hard he tried to keep it sincere. It almost always looked as though he was plotting something, though three-quaters of the time, he wasn't. It was something that Sanosuke had as well. Perhaps it was some sort of attribute that one gets when one has a spikey-head?
Getting back onto topic, perhaps this young man really was harmless. After all, if anyone knew the story of Battousai, it was Kyoto, especially after the last battle with Shishio. It was possible that this Akimura boy had just grown up in a world much like his when he was young. He'd just have to trust him for now, and see where this would lead. After all, Kamiya Kasshin was in a rut once more, and they could use a couple of new students. Perhaps he'd regret it, perhaps he wouldn't, he'd just have to wait and find out.
Crossing his arms, Yahiko looked at the two new students and let out a sigh. "Right then, what do you two know about Kenjitsu?"
"I have practiced quite a bit of it back home," Yukio replied. "I'm fairly knowledgable about it. I know the basic stances and swings, but I still have a long way to go before I can be considered really good." ((Me: You bloodly liar!))
"Show me how you would hold your shinai or bokken in a regular front stance."
"Hai." Yukio took off a simple, but well crafted Shinai from his shoulder and held it perfectly (well, as perfect as one could) in a very solid bull (or front) stance. Yahiko nodded approvingly. Not bad at all.
"Well then, you're halfway there. that's the most important step, kiddo. If you've been holding it that way since day one, then that makes my life a whole lot easier. That means you don't have to relearn most things that you've been taught, now, you, Raikoji; Do you know anything about Kenjitsu other than the fact we ram each other of the head with bamboo sticks?"
"Don't give me that patronizing talk just because I'm a woman!" Chizuru protested, placing her hands on her hips, frowning. "Honestly! I'm not a total idiot. I'll have you know that I'm very knowledgable about various budo, though I've never practiced it! Kenjitsu is the art of learning how to wielding a sword, from learning how to strike properly to cleaning your katana. There are several different styles, each with their own morals, virtues and attacks."
Wow, not only did she look a lot like a young Kaoru, but she had the tongue of her too. She wasn't a pushover, which was good in her favour, at the same time though, it was dangerous, which may have been the reason why she was here. A girl like that needs to know how to defend herself.
"Alright, alright. I wasn't patronizing you, I was just asking questions." Which often sounded as though he were patronizing someone. "So, just ot be clear though, you've never held up a shinai before? Or anything like that?"
"No."
"Okay then. Well, you get to spend a lot of time with our Sempai today, if that's the case." Yahiko replied, as he turned around facing the wall full of bokkens and shinai. "Both of you go get changed into something more comfortable for training. There are two rooms right beside here that you could use." Both Chizuru and Yukio nodded as they quickly bowed before leaving the room. Once they were gone, he turned around towards the young Sempai. "As for you... I actually expect you to teach the girl something. Don't think I don't know what's going on in that brain of yours.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 2:41 pm
The teenager only looked over Yukio again, feeling somewhat suspicious of his knowledge about him. No one knew he'd gone to the mountains to train with Hiko except Kaoru and whoever she had told, which would include Yahiko and just close friends. She wouldn't go blabbing it out to the world about him learning the legendary killing sword style of Mitsurugi, would she? No, his mother was much more honorable than that. How could he even think she'd go spreading family information like that? Half of the people who arrived at the Dojo had to have some insight on the sword style, or else how would they have known which Dojo to come to? Yeah, that must be it. Hear many things.. well, it was Kyoto. It was where Kenshin's life as a Battousai had started and ended. There must be lots of tales and stories about people that had gotten the privilege to see a glance of him without being killed. Of course, he couldn't fully grasp this, considering the Kenshin he knew was a gentle, responsible rurouni that did nothing but good for the people. What he heard from Yahiko, at least. Since he saw little to nothing from his father than what people told him. That sakabatou told Kenji more about his dad than anyone, and he suspected now he'd grown up a lot, feeling a mutual understanding for the man that was his father. Perhaps this would help him later on.
Kenji was somewhat taken aback at how quickly Yahiko caught on to.. wait, what was he catching on to? What else would he do except train the girl regularly? He would teach her honorably like any other student, Kamiya Kasshin was in a rut of course. Not to mention his mother was the leading Sensei of the Dojo at one time, so her being a woman wasn't a problem. In fact, he respected it very much. "O-- of course not! Why would you think that?" he coughed lightly and took his hand to brush back a couple of red strands that was in the way before talking again, in a lower tone of voice. "What do you think about this Yukio guy? I'm getting a bad vibe from him.. I don't know why. His ki is very unusual. He also seems very confident in his abilities." His eyes had narrowed and he was looking towards where him and Chizuru had left to change into their fighting clothes, and the resemblance from his observation on people was impeccable to his father. Was it irony, perhaps? Oh who knows, just a part that he got from Kenshin, which would actually be a good thing in a situation like this.
"I know you don't want to hear this from me, but just be careful Yahiko. I don't trust this guy." Kenji then adjusted his gi and went over to grab his bokken. So light and easy to use, yet on some levels it was frail and weak, one slash of a real sword and it would be useless. Which is why he planned on training with Hiko again, to finish his training in Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu, he would not lose hope in the old man up in the mountains. No matter how much he refused, he had to finish his training with him, this time with open eyes and less pride and self egotism in himself.
The young swordsman picked up the bokken and swung it around to do some exercises with it. Front-slashes were always the most effective to get he blood pumping, and he did twenty or so of these to clear out his mind. Now all he had to do was wait for the two of the pupils to come back so they could begin their first lesson.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2006 8:20 pm
The ex-pickpocket snorted. "You're a teenage boy. Need I say more?" He was sure that the girl was capable of learning Kendo no problem. Look at Kaoru, Misao and the other Oniwanbanshuu girls. Even Megumi had her times of psychically hurting someone (such as throwing her medical cabinet at Sano's head) Yahiko placed his fingers under his chin as Kenji asked about the new, Yukio. He admitted to himself that the the dark-haired lad certainly was no amature with a sword. It wouldn't surprise him if he already used one. And there was just something, very secretive about him. Whether it was for good or bad was besides the question right now. However, if there was anything he had learnt from Kenshin, it was to give people a chance. He Shihan sighed for a moment. "Well, there certainly is something about him. As for it being good or bad... we'll just have to see. Even people we assume are villains can be something entirely different. I will definantly keep and I on him. As for the careful thing... Kenji... how old do you think I am? And what the hell do you think I was doing before taking over this dojo?" No matter how old or wise Yahiko had become, he still had that ten-year-old snarkyness in him. Being careful was something that one almost always had to be when he was a swordsmen. Careful, yet experimental at the same time, oddly enough. It was something every martial artist or warrior had to do. It either ended well, or very badly. Fighting required a lot of stratedgy, but it also had a lot of luck with it as well. If there was ever a word for that, more people would use it.
A few minutes after, both Chizuru and Yuki returned in white gis and dark blue hakamas, very traditional to almost any kendo style. Kamiya Kasshin was no different.
"Right then." Yahiko began. "Sempai Kenji is going to start you guys up with a warm-up* and then we'll really get into some basics. I think we should be getting a few other kendokas from the Kaizen Kai dojo training with us a little later on today, so you'll be able to practice with a few various partners." He then placed his hand on Kenji's shoulder. "I have to quickly attend to a few things, I'll be back soon. Alright? Just get them all ready and I'll be back to help out again." Ah, that was the good thing with having Sempais or other partners working with you. You'd be able to take care of other matters without having to worry too much about what will happen when you're gone.
Chizuru and Yukio both nodded and then bowed as Yahiko left. Chizuru then smiled brightly and clapped her hands together. "Alright then, Sempai! Lead us into a good warm-up!"
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Just incase you feel like describing the whole thing, I just found something that could come in handy. XD Also...
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 11:01 pm
After hearing Yahiko's reply about leaving him to the two new pupils, Kenji scoffed at his leaving. What, he was too good to directly train newcomers now? Though it didn't take long for him to avert his attention back to [[mostly]] Chizuru; it seemed they [[she]] were ready to get started. Walking over to the place where the shinais were kept on a rack, he grabbed one by the tsuka-gashira (hilt) and held it up to them. "The best way to stretch is when you are in kamae; the basic position of guard and doing strokes forward. It gets your blood circulating, and stretches your muscles and ligaments which reduces the risk of injury while in a match. We will start off with three groups of eight." The swordsman almost chuckled to himself as he was instructing the two pupils, almost everytime he did this he could remember himself as a little child standing in the doorway watching Kaoru instruct Yahiko and beat him over the head and demand one hundred strokes when he called her ugly, it brought back fond memories that made him feel like he was really carrying out what his mother really wanted. It made him feel accomplished and finally have the ability to appreciate what true strength is; what he had been seeking before her death, years ago. How could I have been so blind not to see the answer...
Shaking his head, Kenji performed four strokes before turning around and gesturing for them to do the same. "Just simple straight strokes for now, then we can implement some dynamic stretches later when I see you have it down perfect. It's a little harder than you think." Oh yeah it was. Although, being the son of Kenshin he was quite skilled, Yahiko still made him work very hard to get it better than perfect. He even impressed his friend by doing a move from Hiten Mitsurugi once in a rare while, just for the satisfaction that he was getting better and that he in fact did plan on finishing training alongside his father's master, Hiko. He wanted to better understand the actual strength and intentions of his father, now that the resentment had begun to go away with the youth. It caught him in a trance for the moment, but Kenji would just let them warm up a little with more strokes until Yahiko got back. And if he took longer than expected then, well, it wouldn't hurt to go into the basics now would it? But hopefully that wouldn't happen, the swordsman often liked training pupils with his friend, and it made having competition; someone stronger, make you want to keep trying.
Even my father had competition all his life, so I won't let either of them down by being arrogant. and that was just the plain truth. "Ichi, ni, san, shi" (the pupils are supposed to say the last four numbers, go, roku, shichi, hachi) [[Yeah that helped a lot Taiyo XD Just thought I'd give you a post today ^^ Since I've been lazy about it, and sorry if the post isn't really good. I'll try harder next time, promise x3;]]
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