Searching for answers
Apr 28, 2013 13:02:29 GMT -8
Post by mercy on Apr 28, 2013 13:02:29 GMT -8
I went to the general room for training. I need to blow off some steam as the students saw me entering the room. All of the students that were there ran out of the room, their eyes filled with terror. I would pay no attention to it, my mind on the surface of the calm pool. In the middle of the pool lit a single azure flame that burned a gentle hue. I stood before multiple dummies as it was time to finally take control of this move. I rushed at the first one, doing some punches to it – fast and strong – before delivering a very quick and short spin kick that dropped on the head. I continued to do this in quick routine, never letting my body rest. Sweat slithered down my body – its source from the dark raven locks that bounced up and down in a tremendous feat – and so, I continued, the world around me nonexistent to my conscience.
There was that ever-constant motion that moved along the swaying of my body. I knew that it was imperative for my body to keep up with my eyes once they were unlocked. Still, within the deepest confines of my mind, I tried to figure out how what was the plan to control this darkness. It was only a matter of time before I go back into those illusions – and to what end? On one part, it could potentially lead me to better be aware of my darkness, to become acquainted with my prospective newfound power that dwelled within me. My body still performing the moves of the Goken style on the various dummies that were made in various types of material – ranging from the softest fluff to the toughest metals – I knew that I had to hold fast to my resolve, to become a better asset to my village. It was devotion worth pursuing.
The door behind me opened and my awareness was suddenly alert. I turned around slowly, and upon seeing that it was Jigoku, I raised my eyebrow in question of his appearance here. “Since when do you come here?” I said, appealing to my sense of curiosity. He replied, “Since my childhood friend made everyone afraid and aware of their limitations.” I sighed, sitting down. “Well, the afraid part was not my intention. But the awareness part was, so in part, my message did get across them. Good to know.” Jigoku shook his head, apparently in disagreement. “Ikasama, you know very well why they cannot fight against a shinobi. Your grandfather—” I interrupted there, speaking, “my grandfather protects them too much. He is not going to be around forever. What happens then, if the ninjas attack this dojo? You think I will be around? I am going back to my village. You, Chika, and Tim cannot handle a horde of ninjas raining down on this place. It is time that these students toughen up and learn how to fight against shinobis.” I stood up, turning around to perform the move once more, focusing on various spots about the dummies.
“Your grandfather wants me to combat against you.” Jigoku said, as I stopped midway before the dummies’ head. Smiling, I spoke, “Well, well! It has been a long while since we fought. Okay then, let’s go!” I readied myself but Jigoku raised a hand, speaking once more, “In the grand hall. The old man wants to fight before the students.” I let out a discouraged sigh, wondering what he could possibly want us to achieve out of this. Nevertheless, my grandfather’s wisdom far superseded my own – not that I had much to begin with anyway despite my upbringing – and so I nodded as he left. I turned around to prepare myself for the upcoming match, my mind set on perfecting the move that I used so many times. Once more should do it… and so I did, my low kick went spinning across the metal dummy, breaking off its arm. I landed back onto the ground, a nod confirming the perfection of my move.