Kenjutsu Clash [M: DONE]
Jun 30, 2011 4:29:27 GMT -8
Post by ¤ SFS ¤ on Jun 30, 2011 4:29:27 GMT -8
Turning away from the K.O.'d student Sen made his way to the door, sliding it back and stepping inside. The dojo was empty and quite small save for a few lit torches and a lone figure leaning against the back wall, enjoying a smoke and the crisp night air as it blew gently through the dojo's side doors. He took in the genin entering his dojo carefully, and doubting he would have the time to do so for long, Sen did the same.
He was a tall man, four or five inches over Sen making him roughly six and one half feet tall. He was no giant, but his form was of well developed muscle. Not thin enough to be considered lean muscular but not big enough to be considered bulky either. His hair was a dark blue, cut short but unkempt. His beard was small and cleanly shaved. His eyes were an icy lighter colored blue. He wore no samurai robes or armor, just a blue tracksuit with a white double stripe going down the right side of the track jacket and right pant leg. All things considered he couldn't have been any older than someone in their early thirties. All in all the man had a very unique look, accentuated by his katana leaning on the wall to his side. It seemed to have a life, or presence of it's own. It too was wrapped in blue around the hilt, dual white strings about twelve inches long hanging from the hilt, swaying back and forth through the gentle breeze.
The longer they scanned one another the longer Sen found himself wondering how he would stack up against such a man. Otega was bigger, and most definitely physically stronger. There was a fair chance he was faster as well. Beating someone in a sword fight when they were stronger, faster and more skilled with a blade was next to impossible. Otega took another drag on whatever it was he was smoking, it was too big to be a cigarette too awkwardly shaped to be a cigar, he seemed to not have a care in the world. It was Sen's first mission and he came to find himself staring down a man who seemed too confident in what was about to go down. He wasn't even bragging, talking himself up or being over-confident. The Stone-nin found it unsettling as hell, so he pressed on into questioning before doubts started to form.
"You him?""I am."
"Where are the rest of them?""You mean the rest of the students?"
Otega lowered his gaze with a snap of his fingers, blowing smoke downward casually. From the shadows appeared three students, in front of him; teenagers, two female, one male, each of them carrying a different bladed weapon. Sizes and shapes suggested a Ninjato, Wakizashi, and Kodachi. Their eyes were like his own, full of strong intent as if they had something to prove. One of the females was first to attempt to approach but she could barely get a step closer before she was cut off."All of you. Beat it."
"But Kamayo-sama!"
"Whatever it is you're about to say. Save it because you're confusing the issue. Biko is lying outside in what is most likely critical condition.
If you want to face this shinobi for revenge you aren't following the code I've taught you and thus you have already failed me as a student. If you want to face this shinobi as a matter of reclaiming your pride or proving your worth, this simply isn't the time.
This one is MY opponent. He took out Biko using the most simple and basic shinobi tools and skills. He would destroy you... ALL of you.
Your downed teammate is your only priority. Now get the hell out of my dojo and get Biko to the medic's house up the road. Don't come back until morning or I'll kill you myself."
His words seem to cut them all down for a moment. They moved for the door slowly, as if hoping he'd change his mind. The lead female however turned to face Sen once more as if swearing a personal vow to face him one day if it was an absolute fact that she was forbidden to do so tonight. Soon after they were gone and the genin and his target were alone.
