[Open] Freeform tai/ken only
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Alright I'll make the first move then. Hope you don't mind some actual roleplaying first
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He was tired from travelling all day through the wood. Muscles acking and eye lids heavy. Yasuos body was screaming for some rest and sleep. Finally he found an old and rustic, japanese style building with dragons on ravh corner of the roof. The walls were frail and torn by the winds and time. The lower jaws on the corner roof statues broken.
Upon further inspection of the outside Yasuo deduced this to be a dojo of sort, long abandoned by its students and masters.
He imagined the many pupils training with their masters and honing their skills. Being tired as he was and not feeling like spending another night outside he slid open the door of the dojo and entered. He carefully closed the door after him, trying to make as little sound as possible.
He grasped the handle of his sword resting on his left hip with his right arm, in case there be need to use it. The dojo was retcangular shaped, with four stone pillars on each corner of the 15x10 room. Each of the pillars hels up the balcony with a red fence form which the masters probably watched sparring matches in the dojo.
He carefully inspected each corner of the dojo not seeing a single sign of life inside. He layed down, leaning his back on one of the pillars finally hoping to catch some rest. He closed his eyes. He closed his eyes for barely 15 minutes, but to him it felt like hours. Suddenly he heard footsteps. He grasped his sword, ready to unsheath it at any moment, and waited...
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I actually do mind RP, so dont you dare do it again.
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Chaikoka hurtled through the sky at blazing speeds. He held his hands interlaced behind his back, his stance relaxed. The wind stung his blood-red eyes, those eyes that possessed a sacred genetic gift. The sun ravaged his skin, leaving him glistening in the setting sun. He rode upon Universe, his closest companion. She took the shape of a flat metal disc, upon that which Chaikoka stood perched. Strange... how a simple weapon felt so bonded to him now.
In the span of a single heart-beat, Universe plummets towards the earth. Mere inches from crash-landing onto the ground, Universe straightens her path and allows Chaikoka to slip off. Transforming once more, she wraps around Chaikoka's left wrist to form a sort of vambrace-type ornament as he strides forward. His eyes alert him to a lone figure within a dilapidated building. He doesn't hesitate for a moment. His ancient, yet expertly honed muscles ripple as he ascends a shallow flight of stairs onto the main floor of the building. Upon seeing the doorway, his body disperses into black smoke, slipping through the entrance and reforming directly inside the room. Like a creature of the night, Chaikoka reforms limb by limb into his usual form. Across the room is a lone figure, who watches him intently..
"I see we share the same thoughts.." His eyes flick upwards, gesturing towards the darkening sky outside. "To seek refuge when the night drapes over the land.."
Yasuo glared at the man, eyes half open, his hand gripped around the handle of his katana, waiting. He scanned the man before him, from head to toe. He seemed old, ancient almost. His eyes were cold and powerful. Moving onward he saw his muscles, his bare chest protruding, his arms being like tree trunks.
There is no need for us not to share these quarters. There is plenty of space for the both of us, after all.
Yasuo released his grip from his sword though still careful. He moved to his opposite hip, grabbing his gourd of precious sake, his favorite drink, took a sip and then tossed it to the old man. He wanted to easen the tension which could almost be cut with a blade. He drank first from the gourd to show the old man it was not poisoned.
Have a drink, the night gets cold at times in these parts of the world. It is homemade.
He felt the warmth spreading through his body after the several sips he had. The coldness had left his body, and his exhaustion was no more, as if the sake reinvigorated him. It had no special properties whatsoever other than the usual ones that alcohol has. Hw waited for the mans response.
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There is no need for us not to share these quarters. There is plenty of space for the both of us, after all.
Chaikoka frowned at the man's words without moving a single muscle. Nothing but a frown, but his displeasure was very purposefully expressed. He followed the man's hand grab something from his person which was immediately revealed to be a simple gourd. A moment later, Chaikoka's left arm flicks out and latches onto the offered drink. He undoes the stopper, brings the drink to his nose and sniffs lightly.
"You can never be too careful these days.." he says, his blood-red eyes watching the man across from him.
Chaikoka brings the gourd down from his nose and and places it at mouth-level. In a slow and deliberate motion, he rotates his wrist. The drink begins pouring out from the gourd, soaking the old wooden floorboards. Only moments later, a dark spot saturates the floor. With another flick, the gourd is sent flying back towards the man.
"Drink is a fool's game. You numb the mind and fuzzy the limbs. You are young. I no longer associate myself with these meaningless distractions.. However, the drink should warm you enough for your night out among the trees.."
Yasuo watched the old man as he grabbed the gourd he lightly flicked at him. Hoping this would end peacefully and Yasuo could go back to his long awaited rest, his hopes were crushed in mere seconds. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spilled the drink on the ground, and he almost allowed himself to show his irritation at the disrespect the old man showed him.
With a flick of the mans wrist the gourd flew right back at him,
Yasuo extended and flexed his right arm before him, his thumb facing down and palm extended. He swiftly wrapped his fingers around the gourd, catching it just before it smacked him in the face. He threw it up, flipping it in the air and restoring his arm in a natural position. He stood up holding the gourd in his right hand while staring at the old man.
Well that was unecessary... since you spilled all of my precious sake I won't be able to stand the cold of the night without it. I won't be needing this either it seems.
As he uttered the word 'this' the gourd was yet again in the air, flicked at the old mans head. Immediately after the gourd was launched, Yasuo drew his katana, grasping its handle with both hands and launched at the opponent. His sword was angled before him at a 45 degree angle from the ground, its razor sharp tip aimed straight at the old mans chest. Yasuos upper body was slightly bent forward as well, his eyes on the man at all times.
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Ah, the rashness of youth was fully upon the man in front of him. Honestly, Chaikoka expected nothing else. On your approach, he readies himself. He simply moves the left side of his body back and to the side as the gourd approaches. It clangs against the wood wall behind him and bounces along the floor. This would leave his body body angled, the right side closer to you. His left arm is hidden behind his back, with his right hand closed in a raised fist in front of him. In all, a very Rock Lee-esque type stance.
"Come then! Let us give this ruined dojo a taste of shinobi glory..!"
Yasuo watches during his lunge how the old man swiftly evades his gourd, the gourd shattering against the wall behind the man, leaving only bits and pieces of it on the ground, an whatever drips of alcohol were left inside. He was impressed by the old mans speed and agility. Yasuo knew he was not to be underestimated, even at his age.
With his sword before him, he ran the old man carefully observing his positioning and stance. He swiftly resheathed his sword 2m before reaching the old man and than shifted his body weight onto his back, dropping to the ground and sliding into the old mans feet just before, knocking him down should the attack be successful. Yasuo, after mowing down the man, regains his composure, standing up and facing the man. He positions his body so that his right foot and right arm are in the front, while his left arm and foot are slightly back, similar to a boxing stance waiting.