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Post by Utaku Hisui on Mar 19, 2018 3:55:04 GMT -5
"Hmm?" she tilts her head again, just a little. "Every stroke of the blade is kissing her, yes. My lips on her lips. But if I thought of everyone I faced as her, I'd never be able to duel anyone else. So while I think of her with every strike, it's not like I imagine you're her."
"I think of it as an offering to her, of sorts."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Mar 19, 2018 4:00:51 GMT -5
"That is beautiful" she smiles and brushes a lock of hair from her face "A pity that Mei-nee would not learn to duel, I think"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Mar 19, 2018 4:04:43 GMT -5
"Mei-nee?" she asks, blinking. "Oh, you mean Mako-chan. No. She's a courtier. She lacks the steel of arm needed to fight the battles we do, just as we lack the steel of words needed to fight the battles she does. And I would not dream of making her otherwise."
She smiles, entering her stance. "Now, would you care to indulge your mothers? I am certain Fuyu-chan would love to be kissed this early in the day."
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Mar 19, 2018 4:12:52 GMT -5
"I would love to indulge you both of course" she tries not to think about how that sounds "You know that I would do anything for either of you"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Mar 19, 2018 4:15:12 GMT -5
Hisui smiles. "So, how does this go, exactly?"
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Mar 19, 2018 4:42:32 GMT -5
"First, we bow, as always. And then, we enter the center. Whilst there, we shall take note of the way our opponent, stands, holds themselves, how close their hand is to their blade, what they are looking at. Anything and everything that might give us some clue as to what they are thinking."
She smiles and offers a small demonstration of her stance
"After that, we become one with the void, until everything but ourselves, and out opponent melt away. We will know when to strike through our clarity. Then we move the blade. As you have seen, it is not a kenjutsu strike, but something different, quicker and more reflexive than agile, but with the same deadly grace."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Mar 19, 2018 5:20:37 GMT -5
"That seems very…ritual-like. Though I suppose I see the appeal. What commander wouldn't want to end a battle in one move, rather than a prolonged engagement?"
She smiles finding the appropriate distance. She slips into her center, slipping into the basic stance Fuyuko showed her with ease. However, it is plain to see that Uetani outclasses the Utaku with ease.
Breathe in, breathe out. She embraces the emptiness of her mind that comes with the press of Doji lips on hers. She lets nothing but the joy of those moments fill her heart and soul, allowing her to tune out all other things, all other concerns. Her thoughts empty of all, save for that which the Crane told her to do. All she is, in that moment as she finds the center of her soul, is a woman in love.
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Mar 19, 2018 5:25:12 GMT -5
Tan finds her own centre, and it is not long before Hisui feels the sting of an iaito at her throat. She looks almost jealous as she smiles at her mother, trainig blade still there, pressing a little, not sharp enough to injure, but the feeling still there
"You have found your perfect moment. The thing that you would meditate on above all others. Careful that you do not focus on it o much that you lose sight of this one"
She moves her own sword to her side
"Now... Strike me. I would not deny my mother's their kiss"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Mar 19, 2018 5:32:54 GMT -5
She smiles, not at all bothered by being so soundly beaten. In fact, she seems pleased by the defeat, as if entrusting a precious treasure to a skilled guardian. When the blade is withdrawn and the offer made, she nods and makes her strike.
It it a single moment and to Hisui, it represents Fuyuko. To live with her. To love her. To press the fullness of life into a single moment. A single moment of steel and joy.
The strike is clean. The blade rests just below the shoulder, not drawing blood. Hisui likes to think that somewhere, her Doji lover feels a press on her lips for the briefest of moments and knows why.
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Post by Kakita Uetani on Mar 19, 2018 5:40:03 GMT -5
She closes her eyes and offers a sigh. There is clearly a measure of pleasure there, but controlled, not allowed to run unchecked.
"Thank you" she smiles "You will be a wonderful duelist, able to give my mother what she wants, when the time comes"
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