Rules: No chakra, no tools; only swords and our bodies.
Terrain (Setting):
Keotsu stands amidst an ethereal battleground, a place with tall golden grass waving in the wind; the sky is rich with color as the aurora weaves its mystical trail across the night sky, illuminating all below as if it were the midst of the day. The battlefield, part of a floating island, is quite large, spanning nearly a mile in all directions, at which point the golden fields give way to white stone lapped by frothy waters, pouring over the side of the levitating island in massive torrents, down to the earth below...
Keotsu waits simply in the midst of this field, his trusty blade Mythos on his hip, in the form of a straight-sword with enough hilt room to accommodate two hands.
He waits silently for his sparring opponent, his great friend, and enlightened master, Zenryoku.
Terrain (Setting):
Keotsu stands amidst an ethereal battleground, a place with tall golden grass waving in the wind; the sky is rich with color as the aurora weaves its mystical trail across the night sky, illuminating all below as if it were the midst of the day. The battlefield, part of a floating island, is quite large, spanning nearly a mile in all directions, at which point the golden fields give way to white stone lapped by frothy waters, pouring over the side of the levitating island in massive torrents, down to the earth below...
Keotsu waits simply in the midst of this field, his trusty blade Mythos on his hip, in the form of a straight-sword with enough hilt room to accommodate two hands.
He waits silently for his sparring opponent, his great friend, and enlightened master, Zenryoku.