Samurai Soldier [Closed]

[chiatsuki]

GM

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Event Rank: B - Hard
Event Purpose: Title Samurai
IIC Time: ---
Death Enabled: Yes [Caution!]
Thread Status: Closed

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The sound of a ‘clank’ would become apparent to anyone around as Ugumo made his way past the land of fire stopping eagerly at the village gates. He was very far from home and it was forbidden for any samurai to be this far from their homeland. Ugumo had been forced out of the path by use of force. Said to be overly confident in his own skills he had challenged his father, the leader of the samurai, to a challenge. He’d lost the battle and was banished to live a life of shun.

As his feet mounted the ground but ten meters from the village gates three guards would jump down swiftly to greet the newcomer. “Konohagakure no sato. Do you have purpose here samurai?” one of the guards would coo. . his byakugan trailing every chakra signature in the samurai’s body in precaution to attack. Before responding the samurai would take off the metallic mask he had worn for over fifteen years. From his last battle it had become damaged and useless but every man held onto something.

Golden locks would sway out from the pits of the helmet as the ivory eyed man attempted to speak. “I am in search for a new home and wish to enter the village of leaf. I can provide my services as a samurai anytime I am needed. .” he would say. . his voice shaking from the humiliation he felt from being banished. An abrupt laughter would cause the samurai to eat his words. . gulping them down like a mouthful of rocks. Before the tears could become visible to the konoha ninja Ugumu would bow to them in shame of his own feelings.

“I am sorry for disrupting you shinobi of leaf. I will be on my way. . .” he’d say in a calm tone before turning to pivot. His footsteps would become heavy as the giant sword tapped upon his back with each step. Sweat procuring his features as he attempted to sit down against a tree bunker just four miles outside of the village of leaf. Within seconds he would doze off into the melancholy dreams of his lonesome mind.

[That Guy]

The land of fire was cast in the shadow of a massive gathering of dark clouds overhead. They billowed around against each other combining and separating as the wind toyed with their shape. Anyone who glanced up could see they were heavy with rain that didn't fall yet. It was only a matter of time til the rain would begin and not long after that it would begin to pour down in sheets.

Sheets of rain could only mean one thing to the dark skinned swordsman walking through the forest. This was going to be a bad hair day for him soon enough. The rain matting down his large afro was never something he had enjoyed but still it was a price he would pay. He had taken several steps forward in his own personal training and felt confident in his new strength and abilities.

In fact he had made so much progress he had failed to plan his next stage of training and self improvement. He never really understood ninjutsu and genjutsu, and he had learned much of the kenjutsu he would need. Perhaps he just needed to hone his skill in kenjutsu.

He soon came upon a tree bunker that stood dark and looming iin the ground. At the base of the tree was something far more interesting, rare, and precious than perhaps anything in the rest of this country. It was one of the mighty samurai of legend. The one's from the stories Amon's grandfather used to speak of with such majesty and respect. Trying not to wake the samurai Amon crep closer and sat down on the road roughly ten meters away and stared at the samurai waiting for him to wake up. He was filled with the anxiety of a child waiting to ask his hero all the questions he could think of.

[chiatsuki]

GM

Dreams.

Some were good but for Ugumo, the tortured samurai soul, they were all bad. From the very second he’d drifted off his mind had taken him into the world of his own nightmares. Again he saw himself being stricken down by his father and mocked by his so-called friends. The day couldn’t have had a different ending because fate had brought Ugumo here and fate would take him back. . at least one day it would. Thunder roared and lightning crackled before the ominous rain fell hastily to the ground.

The samurai’s eyes would open slowly to the downpour and his attention would fixate on a figure ahead of him. Confused and motionless Ugumo thought he were still in a dream. . passionately waiting for the undesired moment where he’d be antagonized by the demons haunting him. Realizing that he’d awoken the samurai’s head would jet upwards slinging back his majestic golden locks slinging the moisture back onto the tree behind him. Just what was a boy doing sitting in the mud in front of him?

“Hey! Kid! You know there are trees around you right? What’s the point of sitting in the damned rain?” he’d say shaking his head and rubbing the sides of his temple. So far the people of konohagakure hadn’t at all been what he’d expected. So far he’d been mocked in the first five minutes of his arrival and now he was being watched by an unknown entity. Using his giant sword to the left of him he would pull himself up to his feet; the armor of the samurai was no easy burden to bare.

[That Guy]

Amon did not heed the question at all, he had been preparing his questions this entire time and he would not be deterred now by a question like that. He hadn't even noticed the ran but he ran a hand back over his head to verify matted damp hair as he began excitedly to jump straight into his question. "Mighty samurai, I am a citizen of the Iron Country and I have long looked up to your noble profession. I have just a few questions if you wouldn't mind answering them. " Amon stood up walking closer to the man until he too was under the tree where he sat down still about three meters away.

"First, how would I... 'apply' to be a samurai? I've studied the kenjutsu and my swordsmanship has grown greatly. I've also studied some of the ninja techniques to better hone and enhance my kenjutsu in combat. What happened to all of the samurai? My grandfather spoke of them as the stagnant force that would never die out but there are so few of you now. What are you doing all the way out here master samurai? I believed samurai kept to themselves in the land of iron unless they were sent out on assignments. Are you spying on Konoha? What kind of sword is that? How do you use it? I heard samurai swords are far superior to any sword I'll find even in the ninja countries."

Amon paid no heed to just how much he had managed to blurt out tactlessly asking as many questions as he could that jumped to mind and there were so many more schooling about in his head. He simply threw questions out in any random order, grabbing one after the other assaulting the poor samurai with his onslaught of questions.

[chiatsuki]

GM

A stern look would graze from the samurai towards the foolish fellow to his front. …are you serious? he’d ask himself rhetorically before closing his eyes; a vein popping up in his upper right temple. “SHUTUP!” he’d say aloud before the boy could even finish his blasphemous questions. “I am no longer a samurai and you’re better off becoming a shinobi of the hidden leaf village than to become a samurai. They don’t just take everyone, especially brats like you. .” he’d coo forth melancholy.

Opening his emerald eyes he would stare into the soul of the boy in front of him. “And it is very disrespectful to ask questions simply without even giving me your name. You would be killed for such disrespectfulness in tetsu no kuni. .” he’d say allowing the words to slither from his dry tongue. Lifting the giant sword and placing back within the strap along his back the samurai would continue his stride back on the road from which he had came. The clanking noise would return as would he to his trek back into the unknown.

[That Guy]

As the samurai tried to leave he would find himself walking beside the afro swordsman still. "My apologies mighty samurai for my rudeness. My name is Amon Nakashima, my grandfather served as a foot soldier for the tetsu no kuni military and but he spoke so highly of the samurai. I must apologize once more though in advance for what I am about to say, but I am confused and I must ask a question. If they wouldn't accept me," Amon's eyes shifted to watch the samurai carefully for any hostility that would follow, "How the hell did they even let you into their order in the first place? I was told the samurai were honorable, brave, and wise. Two of these you've already contradicted in the short time I've met you. You act as though i'm an idiot for standing in the rain, but that's quite a stupid thing for a man who was just sleeping in the rain to say. Second, I asked harmless questions and your reply was to insult me and call me a brat which i find rather hypocritical again. I mean honestly how do you call someone a brat.... while throwing a tantrum the likes of which this road hasn't seen since the last eight year old passed this way? You know I'm starting to think you're a little snob who didn't deserve to be a samurai to begin with if you don't know how to show your pride. So how did you get in?"

This man was no samurai, and he was not fit to wear this armor. All of Amon's hopes and excitement had been shattered by this pathetic excuse for a human. He had once been one of the proudest of men in the world, and now he was selling out his honor. How would any self respecting samurai make a claim that ninja were better? Sure they were formidable, but the samurai had existed far longer than the ninja and most likely would last longer than the ninja. Above all though, the samurai had a code of honor that ninja could never claim to have. This little shit was blind to this.

[That Guy]

lol how's this now?

[chiatsuki]

GM

The samurai wavered to and fro like a drunkard stumbling out of the bar he’d just been in. Thoughts of his past was somewhat of a tiresome drug that pushed him constantly to the edge. It had been day since he had even had a single drop of water and his tongue pursed out as the rain dropped down so that he could taste of its richness. Afro boy, on the other hand, seemed to not want this man to leave his side like a mothers child. A chuckle would escape the depths of the mans gut as he relayed the information of him being un-honorable.

“Kid. If I was unhonorable I would have killed you just now for asking such trivial a question. Your father was right not to have kept you in tetsu no kuni. . samurai aren’t the nicest of people nowadays “ he’d say with a smirk clenching the hilt of his blade and swinging it fully in a the way a baseball player would. This was this boys first test, if any, in proving himself worthy enough to even travel alongside the brute samurai. “So you think you got what it takes boy?! Then show me!”

[That Guy]

What did he mean about the samurai? Amon was having difficulty believing this man who spoke so ill of the samurai. It was true, he had never personally met a samurai, but he had read many books and heard many stories about them from his grandfather. He had grown up idealizing them from the way they were described by both the books and his grandfather. But if they really weren't the men he thought they were, maybe this venture to become a samurai was a waste of his time after all...

There was little time to give thought to such things however as the samurai struck. As the large blade swung through the Amon quickly unsheathed his own sword and swung upwards against the powerful strike attempting to parry it over his head as he ducked his head lower than the swords path. He followed with a swift strike that mirrored the first but in reverse, as the blade swung down on where the samurai's shoulder and neck met.

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Nibaigiri (Double Cut)
Rank: C-C [100]
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Stamina: Mid
Special: Damage is calculated per strike. Can be used once per thread, plus one more each time retrained.
Description: Commencing from a kneeling position, the practitioner rises and draws, making a rising strike on the draw and a dropping strike as he sheathes. The movement is flashy and hard to trace, leaving unguarded opponent's in trouble.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battojutsu 'C'.

[tigaevo]

+25 soh
+27 guy

[chiatsuki]

GM

He was open, by far, and the two cuts coming from the opposing force of this shinobi, or whoever he was, would knock the samurai out. His sword would fall behind him in a giant ‘clank’ as his eyes closed before the setting sun. Amon’s eyes would fall upon three men in cloaks - possibly men from another country. They would whisper along one another before the one closest to the front continued on, kneeling before the samurai in attempts at taking his sword and his armor. “Whoever you are – you’ve just done us a big favor… thank you…” the cloaked figure would say before pausing to turn to his comrades.

With outstretched arms he would throw the brazen sword and empath armor without much hesitation. The only men who were capable of doing such were samurai – and that was a detail not too many people knew. After having thanked Amon they would attempt to flee away from the man in attempts at gaining some ground away for him. . because in his wake he was sure to act in a beastly manner. “I wouldn’t want to be around him when he wakes up…. He might try to kill you…” the cloaked man would say as a final caution – disappearing with the speed of feet disappearing into the horizon.

[That Guy]

Just as the samurai fell, Amon's victory was some what spoiled by the appearance of cloaked men who swiftly took what the samurai had. They thanked him for doing him a favor and then warned him of the danger. Amon chuckled at the thought of him being killed by this samurai who had just lost his sword and armor. What a ridiculous notion, that he could be bested by a samurai with out a weapon. All at once though the other men were off swiftly sprinting away. Amon sprinted after them stepping lightly along the earth. Hopefully he would be able to catch up to them since he had far less weighty equipment.

The strangers were cloaked and mysterious. While travelling the various countries Amon had crossed paths with many different people, but the only ones who seemed to ever outrun him were ninja.. The thought of ninja getting their hands on precious samurai equipment would not bode well for the few remaining samurai. He wouldn't let these thieves just take what could possibly be powerful samurai artifacts.

[chiatsuki]

GM

They were indeed samurai artifacts. The fact was that they were now samurai property and the man that had just been stripped of them was now disbanded. Samurai stayed true to the ideals of a noble society and enforced their rules the only way they knew how. It had become tradition for one to give up their sword and armor, that had always been the way, unless the samurai could defend himself against the retrievers. The son of the samurai lord had become victim to the system, but the journey had begun for another. The afro ninja AMON would pursue the cloaked figures through the various parts of the towns scattered across the land of fire.

The cloaked men would have led him into the port of konohagakure’s steam-fueled ships. This one, in particular, was headed towards the land of tetsu no kuni. If he so chose to come along with the cloaked figures AMON would find himself sailing into the desolate isle of tetsu no kuni. The two cloaked men would release their cloaks into the wind as the boat began to sail – revealing their samurai armor and weaponry. They had placed the items they had stripped from the samurai onto the deck of the ship where it remained untouched.

[That Guy]

After pursuing them tirelessly through various parts of the towns Amon soon heard water just before he rounded a corner to see the docks. Weaving through the crowd he spotted the hooded men from before and strode into the dock traffic after them making sure to keep an eye on them in the distance. He saw them board a boat after some time and watched them prepare to set sail preparing for the moment to slip on board just as it was leaving, but as the winds took the sails the samurai relinquished their cloaks revealing armor and swords identical to the armor of the might samurai they had just taken.

Amon suddenly bound onto the ship quickly just before it left, but this time for a different reason than rescuing the armor and sword. He had found actual samurai that could answer his questions and perhaps if he proved he was strong enough allow him into their order.

[chiatsuki]

GM

The two samurai looked towards the sea in their ride home. “I think someone is following us..” one would say to the other. “calm down. we are fine you’re just paranoid..” his brother would say in a calm tone taking frequent looks at the samurai’s items they had just looted. It was their brother – and the afro samurai had done them a favor. Instead of having to kill their brother they simply took his weapons instead. . but that didn’t mean their big bro was going to give up that easily. The brother of the samurai would have awakened and in haste begun his trek towards the ports of hi no kuni. . .

(‘think they can get away with this?! I’m not going down without a fight!’) the fallen samurai proclaimed whilst his muscles shook in an attempt to stand up. He raced towards the ship with what little stamina he still had in his will to fight. An amber glow extruded from his orange colored hues as he broke past the crowd of people stealing a souvenir shirt and pants off one of the kiosks before boarding the ship. He couldn’t be seen again by his brothers or else he would end up having to kill them. He needed to get his samurai armor back from them without anyone noticing.

“Hey, you! Brat!” he gestured to the afro samurai. “I’ll make you a deal. I get you into the samurai compound, you help me get my weapons back!”…