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Greetings, my dear fellow kinsmen of the Katsuryoku House.
Kinsmen;
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The long wait have finally come to an end. The House of Katsuryoku and its first members shall now indulge themselves in the mysterious and the current abilities of the House's epitomes of techniques, and overall general traits. These however does come easy, and will require time to learn, slow but steadily, indeed.
I've decided that training will occur within the same thread, and or perhaps in the future I will have you split into the other individual trainings thread. But for now, this is the basics that you will be taught, and we might as well go over it all together. I'll make a post with a lesson, and after each of those posts, I will have you post with eventual questions or perhaps just confirming that you understood what the lesson was about, and we can steadily move on.
However, the speed of the training will entirely depend on you all, as I won't post untill all have responded. Should it occur that you won't have the time to be available for each lesson or pratice, you might end up being dropped for the moment, and picked up later in the future. Mind you, should you all have posted, I won't garantuee my own reply speed.
For now, I did like for you all to post.
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The sun stood high on cloudless sky. The grass was tall and wild, on the meadow field which upon the green-haired individual awaited his kinsmen. They had not yet met, however he expected much of them already. The breeze swayed his cloak which wore the sigil of Katsuryoku, the everlasting knot. It carried much symbolic meaning.
''Say, are they late?'' Amidamaru asked with a ponderous, and naive tone of voice. That was his character - Genki was overall simpletons, and mere servants of the might that he, Amaimon, had gained access to on one of his endevouring journies.
''No, they arrive when they mean to.'' The Head of the House spoke with a determined voice.
The meadow field quickly came to a halt twenty meters after Amaimon's person, and turned into an humongous mountain that vanished far into the skies. The tip was clouded in white plumes, which was the only spot clouds seemed to last indefinately. Its brooding shadow was as of yet, cast the opposite direction of the House members' destined meeting location.
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