Post by Takai on Aug 16, 2006 20:35:44 GMT -5
The clashing of two katanas could be heard inside a dojo. A samurai-sensei and his student where training. It wasn’t unusual for this town to have Samurai training people with a place that could get attacked at by demon’s at any time, or maybe because its really crowded city, and you could make money doing it. But this wasn’t an ordinary student, this student had been here ever since he was six years old, a year after being abandoned.
By the time he was Six though, he was too weak to carry a katana blade, but as he grew up, he would constantly prove himself to be worthy of a katana. He was named Takai Karasu. He was sometimes referred to as Death himself, as he would kill anyone that tried to mess with him, steal his gold or anything else that was his. His Sensei told him to stop doing this, as a katana blade is made for protecting, but Takai never has enough patience, or mental and physical ability to do this. Sadly enough though, he is trying his hardest to stop, and not kill when he Sensei tells him not to.
This leads to why he is in training, he is training with his Sensei trying to lighten up on his attacks, showing him ways to hurt the people, but not kill them, let them know that you are not as weak as you appear. Of course, Takai’s sensei is much stronger then him, so it was harder for him to make any offensive moves on him, he could only stick to his basic defensive moves. He then felt his pant legs getting ripped, and he looked down to see the tip of his Sensei’s katana cut his pant leg. “What the!” Takai yelled as he jumped backwards, to avoid any flesh cuts.
He landed with his left knee on the ground, and his right foot landed perfectly though. He felt a liquid under him. He looked down to see blood. “AH! Sensei! You Told Me You Wouldn’t Hurt Me!!” he yelled as he stood up about to punch his Sensei. His Sensei just laughed at him though, as if it was just an everyday thing. “Oh well…” Takai said, as he then took out a bowl of ramen from his bag. “Good thing I remembered to bring lunch today though!” he said, laughing as he always forgot to bring lunch every other day. His navy blue eyes where looking down at his ramen, as he slowly started to eat it.
By the time he was Six though, he was too weak to carry a katana blade, but as he grew up, he would constantly prove himself to be worthy of a katana. He was named Takai Karasu. He was sometimes referred to as Death himself, as he would kill anyone that tried to mess with him, steal his gold or anything else that was his. His Sensei told him to stop doing this, as a katana blade is made for protecting, but Takai never has enough patience, or mental and physical ability to do this. Sadly enough though, he is trying his hardest to stop, and not kill when he Sensei tells him not to.
This leads to why he is in training, he is training with his Sensei trying to lighten up on his attacks, showing him ways to hurt the people, but not kill them, let them know that you are not as weak as you appear. Of course, Takai’s sensei is much stronger then him, so it was harder for him to make any offensive moves on him, he could only stick to his basic defensive moves. He then felt his pant legs getting ripped, and he looked down to see the tip of his Sensei’s katana cut his pant leg. “What the!” Takai yelled as he jumped backwards, to avoid any flesh cuts.
He landed with his left knee on the ground, and his right foot landed perfectly though. He felt a liquid under him. He looked down to see blood. “AH! Sensei! You Told Me You Wouldn’t Hurt Me!!” he yelled as he stood up about to punch his Sensei. His Sensei just laughed at him though, as if it was just an everyday thing. “Oh well…” Takai said, as he then took out a bowl of ramen from his bag. “Good thing I remembered to bring lunch today though!” he said, laughing as he always forgot to bring lunch every other day. His navy blue eyes where looking down at his ramen, as he slowly started to eat it.