(Hello everybody! Busy week(end)! Gonna give you the next chapter of Tengen! Getting back into the action. For those who read my work for the fights, sorry I do have to develope plot too, so I try to make those chapters shorter (like last one) But enough of that. For New readers and regulars, you may find the rest of my work by following the link in my signiture)
Chapter 6: Rash descision, on the move.
"Incredible, to think you would master such strange powers with nothing more then a dream," Son Goku praised as I sliced through a tree with a blast of wind. I trained out past Goku's hut so the other orphans would not see me. Lady Matatabi thought the other kids would call me a witch and considering they already hated me she didn't think that would be good. I realy didn't care. Their opinions of me are meaningless. The only thing that matters is saving Uzima. After my dream and after I figured out how to use the handsigns to control my techniques, Kurama insisted I remain for at least one week before I tried to save Uzima. He believed that not even my powers would get me past a small army.
I noticed that Kurama had adopted a strange new ritual since Uzima was captured. Every day he would bow to the decorated sword on his alter. Then he had a ten minute ritual with many intricate exact moves as he pulled out a sake guard that was also very intricatly decorated. He poored out a tiny sip of sake, barely enough to wet the throat. Then he would drink it and put it back. The whole process took at least ten minutes. He did this on a Friday. He said that every Friday at the same time he would preform his ritual until the bottle was gone. I asked him why, but he said that it was something to be explained when I was older.
After fully realizing all my elements, I wanted to go and save Uzima, but Kurama would not let me. I wanted so bad to save her. I loved her, and to think of what that man was doing to her, it is unacceptable.
Three nights after me dream, I was ready. I had sewn together a black robe and gathered my weapons. Instead of my katana, I instead had my wakasashi, a shorter sword that will be easier to use in tight spaces. Along with it I carried a tanto knife on my back for emergencies. Using spices in the kitchen and some broken glass, I created a blinding dust that I could throw at my oponents. I was ready for a stealth mission.
I stayed up late that night. I stayed in my bed, hiding under my blanket was all my gear and I was ready to go at any moment. The candles slowely went out in each room. The last threat to my plan was Kurama who stayed up several hours after the orphan's curphew. I waited, looking out my window at the sole candle in Kurama's window. After a few hours I watched as Kurama limped over and blew out his candle. I took this as my chance to move.
Quickly I sprung to action, not making a sound, I arranged all my weapons and all my dust capsules were in a bag strapped to my waist. I crawled out the window and I used my chakra to cling to the walls. I climed down to the first story and quickly clung to the shadows. I snuck out of the general vacinity of the orphanage. After I was far enough out, I ran down the road as fast as I could. Before I had made it very far I was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Good luck, Tengen," the kind voice of Son Goku whispered from the shadows. I knodded and continued to run. I ran towards the town where the military base was located. Where Uzima was. That was where I had to go. I cannot fail.
Chapter 6: Rash descision, on the move.
"Incredible, to think you would master such strange powers with nothing more then a dream," Son Goku praised as I sliced through a tree with a blast of wind. I trained out past Goku's hut so the other orphans would not see me. Lady Matatabi thought the other kids would call me a witch and considering they already hated me she didn't think that would be good. I realy didn't care. Their opinions of me are meaningless. The only thing that matters is saving Uzima. After my dream and after I figured out how to use the handsigns to control my techniques, Kurama insisted I remain for at least one week before I tried to save Uzima. He believed that not even my powers would get me past a small army.
I noticed that Kurama had adopted a strange new ritual since Uzima was captured. Every day he would bow to the decorated sword on his alter. Then he had a ten minute ritual with many intricate exact moves as he pulled out a sake guard that was also very intricatly decorated. He poored out a tiny sip of sake, barely enough to wet the throat. Then he would drink it and put it back. The whole process took at least ten minutes. He did this on a Friday. He said that every Friday at the same time he would preform his ritual until the bottle was gone. I asked him why, but he said that it was something to be explained when I was older.
After fully realizing all my elements, I wanted to go and save Uzima, but Kurama would not let me. I wanted so bad to save her. I loved her, and to think of what that man was doing to her, it is unacceptable.
Three nights after me dream, I was ready. I had sewn together a black robe and gathered my weapons. Instead of my katana, I instead had my wakasashi, a shorter sword that will be easier to use in tight spaces. Along with it I carried a tanto knife on my back for emergencies. Using spices in the kitchen and some broken glass, I created a blinding dust that I could throw at my oponents. I was ready for a stealth mission.
I stayed up late that night. I stayed in my bed, hiding under my blanket was all my gear and I was ready to go at any moment. The candles slowely went out in each room. The last threat to my plan was Kurama who stayed up several hours after the orphan's curphew. I waited, looking out my window at the sole candle in Kurama's window. After a few hours I watched as Kurama limped over and blew out his candle. I took this as my chance to move.
Quickly I sprung to action, not making a sound, I arranged all my weapons and all my dust capsules were in a bag strapped to my waist. I crawled out the window and I used my chakra to cling to the walls. I climed down to the first story and quickly clung to the shadows. I snuck out of the general vacinity of the orphanage. After I was far enough out, I ran down the road as fast as I could. Before I had made it very far I was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Good luck, Tengen," the kind voice of Son Goku whispered from the shadows. I knodded and continued to run. I ran towards the town where the military base was located. Where Uzima was. That was where I had to go. I cannot fail.
