The Warrior Arrives!! [O]

[Koori]

The Forest Shrine!

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In the middle of the Hi no Kuni woods there stands a small concrete shrine. Its purpose is unknown, and its creation is a mystery. Some people pray here, but to whom is unknown. The shrine is at the very back of a larger field that stands somewhere around 45 x 50 meters of just open grass. Behind the shrine are various trees, as the forests of Hi no Kuni continue onward. This shrine isn't anything fancy or special, just an odd piece of artwork standing at the very back of a large field within a break in the forests of Hi no Kuni.

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The large lumbering warrior came to a break in the forest regions around him. He looked up as this happened and noticed that the trees for a good distance beyond him were no more. With the squinting of his eyes, he could vaguely make out what seemed to be an odd structure off in the distance. Scratching his bushy brown well keep beard upon his chin, the Akimichi made his way through the opening to further investigate the structure.

He wore large, loosely keep black Gi pants on his lower torso, and black rubber soled ninja sandals on his feet. The Gi pants were tied off with an equally Black Belt, as though from a Dojo. Above this, his chubby stomach hung out a little bit past his waist line, but was jacked out of his mind behind his fatty mass of a stomach. He wore a vest type of GI on his upper body, of course also black in color, with the Kanji for heaven upon its back side. No sleeves, as his massive arms hung freely from the Gi vest, as no sleeves could contain such massive arms.

He had tattoos of his heritage upon his arms as well. A Rhino on his right fore arm, a Hippo on his left fore arm, and the Akimichi clan symbol on his right shoulder. He wore a necklace of prayer beads, also displaying the Kanji for heaven upon them around his neck. And finally, his most appealing trait, his Mohawk, also brown in color. The rest of his head other then the Mohawk was shaved off completely.

He walked with a brisk pace as any 8' 450 pound creature would, creating small quakes as he moved throughout the area. Changief enjoyed the beautiful surroundings as a smile was upon his face as he moved throughout the open field. Finally, he arrived at the shrine. He wondered and pondered about what could this shrine have been in place for, or rather for who? It could always have been someone grave for all Changief knew, and didn't want to disrespect the dead, if that was indeed the case. The warrior would get down on one knee, and with his left hand, grasp his prayer beads that hung loosely from around his neck. A prayer, would commence throughout the Akimichi's mind, honoring the possible dead before him.

Who could the warrior possibly meet in a place like this?!

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[That Guy]

Amon was out looking for an open area to practice and hone his techniques and power more and more. Speed and strength were the swordsman's forte but today he would be working on his endurance. After all, the swordsman had often dispatched multiple enemies in a shower of blood that lasted mere moments but he couldn't maintain his killing spree for long without becoming fatigued and tired.

The swordsman aspired to prove that quality was far greater than quantity. To elevate and become an ordinary man, but a man even ninja feared to tangle with. Even beyond a normal man, Amon dreamed of becoming one of the fabled samurai. Everything about the concept of a normal man rising to become champion of peace and balance spoke to Amon and it was this drive that fueled his efforts to grow stronger.

After sometime the swordsman came upon a field of grass with a gentle breeze, quiet serene and open. To the side there was some kind of... giant man kneeling before a large stone circle altar and doing what Amon could only assume was some kind of praying. He waited patiently for the giant to finish his prayer, once he had left the swordsman could use this wide terrain to practice the newest technique in his arsenal.

[Koori]

Footsteps could be heard in the background, and as they stopped, Changief felt as though he was being watched. You know that feeling you get as though saying Look behind you? It was like that, but not as pressing. Changief stood up and turned around and saw a man standing there, staring blankly at the Akimichi. Changief's kindness would prevail in his introduction.

"Oi! Hello comrade!"

The small giant gave in a confident and loud tone that was jolly sounding. Akimichi waved to the man as well greeting him as he did this. He spoke again.

"I did not mean to disturb this place if that is why you are here, comrade."

The thick russian accent carried through once again. Changief did not know what to take away from this man, or what his motives were, should he have any at all. He awaited a response.

[That Guy]

Amon smiled at him warmly, he may have been a giant intimidating figure but his personality did not match his exterior at all. Where his appearance was that of a brute, prone to fits of violence and and destruction, his attitude was oddly courteous and his tone was strangely friendly. However Amon did not come here to pray... he had actually come to disturb this place which he now felt strangely guilty about.

"No, I was simply looking for an open area to practice and stretch out in. I can see however that this place is occupied and has some sort of religious importance so perhaps it can wait for another day and another place."

Amon's voice was deep and serious as always, he rarely changed his tone but he meant no offense by it. It was just his way of communicating, in fact he wasn't even aware of how he sounded most of the time. He did however attempt a small friendly grin towards the stranger followed by a polite nod as a greeting.

"So what is this place anyway?"

[Koori]

[OOC: Sorry it took so long to Post!!]

"Bwahahah!"

Changief let loose a vivid jolly laugh towards the warrior.

"Do not let me stop you, Comrade!"

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He gave joyfully. Changief stopped and thought for a moment before realizing that he too, did not know what this place was or why it was here either.

"You know Comrade, I do not no the meaning of this place."

The thick russian accent pulled through once again, as the lumbering small giant brought his right hand up to his chin and casually caressed his thick bearded chin, crossing his large left arm over his chest to support the right arm. As one could tell, his English was not the best either. Turning to the male, he seemed it proper to introduce himself.

"Excuse my forget-ness. My name a Changief Tamazaki."

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[That Guy]

Amon took the the hand in his own marveling on the inside at the man's immense hand holding his own like a child's. He was... different, that much was made astonishingly clear to the swordsman as he reviewed him quietly. Giant strange man, praying, weird accent, all things that raised questions in the swordsman that needed some answers.

"Oh it's no worry at all, my name is Amon. So tell me Changief, that's quite a peculiar accent you have. I mean no offense by that either, but where exactly do you hail from?"

The man was friendly enough to be courteous and polite, after all there was never a reason for violence unless approached by violence itself. To Amon, no matter how strange or exotic this man seemed he was still being courteous and friendly so he deserved exactly what he was giving. Ying and Yang in a social psychological view, Amon always reflected the acts of others back towards them.