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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 19, 2018 15:34:00 GMT -5
After the lovely events of her Tea-date and the confusing events of the pool party, Fuyuko decides she needs to blow off some steam. The young Otomo had riled her up much to her shame and her new girlfriend was not there to help so she turned to the one thing that always helped her get rid of that sort of tension. Combat.
She was in one of her black dueling corsets that she liked to wear, blade out in the night as she practiced some of her strikes, wearing her goggles so that she could avoid any trouble. She flowed effortlessly from one Kata to another, a strange CD of music playing as she did. The songs her new girlfriend had dropped off for her which she had quickly uploaded onto her device so she could play them over the Dojo's sound system. It was a strange sight watching the whirling little goth with her sparkling blade dancing in the dark.
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Post by Horiuchi Nadeshiko on Jan 20, 2018 17:08:36 GMT -5
Fuyuko was not the only one out this late at night, Nadeshiko herself was prowling the late night halls by herself in search of something. Whether it's found or not she still manages to find her way to the Dojo, a book clutched tightly in her hands as she steps through the threshold to find the Crane girl practicing and listening to music the Unicorn had never heard before.
Not wanting to distract the girl practicing so intently Nadeshiko simply leans against one of the walls just out of sight. Her hazel eyes carefully drink in Fuyuko's rhythmic form and the way her blade danced and sparkled in the air.
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 20, 2018 17:12:49 GMT -5
Fuyu continues her dance, slash, slash, stab stab, thrust. Her skirts whirl as she moves, growing more and more intense with each movement before she stops, out of breath and a slight reddning in her face behind her makup. It is then that she looks up, the two opaque goggles peering around to see if anybody was about as the small figure catches her breath. A click of a button from a device she has in her sleeve turns off the music, leaving only the labored sounds of her breathing before she places the sword back in it's sheath and gives a bow to the Crane and Dragon banners in the Dojo. Her face expressionless and cold and an almost creepy air about the girl sized teacher.
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Post by Horiuchi Nadeshiko on Jan 20, 2018 17:34:41 GMT -5
As the music fades and the other woman finishes her routine Nadeshiko moves to tuck her book up under her armpit, squeezing down to ensure it doesn't fall as she offers a small series of claps in appreciation for the show. Her arms cross lightly over her chest then as she observes the actions of the other woman for a long moment. In her mind she tabulates the totality of the evidence: The way the woman moved and her skill with the sword, the slight imperfections in her skin from age, the way she moves differently from the others that Nadeshiko has seen.
When she's finally noticed the Unicorn grants Fuyuko a half-bow, her long black hair falling around her face without the benefit of her ribbons to hold it back. Her voice is quiet but still manages to reach across the large dojo thanks to the absence of the music. "That was quite breathtaking Sensei, You show great skill. I just hope I'm not interrupting... I was looking for a quiet place and the music drew me here... then I couldn't stop watching."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 20, 2018 17:56:27 GMT -5
Fuyu turns and hears the clapping, she gives a deep full bow herself, her own voice a quiet raspy whisper. She approches the student, hands folded in front of herself. "This one thanks you for the compliment. She hopes that the music did not disurpt your quiet. I find that it is easier to practice in the presence of music, but I know others prefer silence. Do you have any training with the blade?" she asks gently before once she has reached the student the short woman bows. "This one is Doji Fuyuko, Iaijutsu and Law Sensei here."
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 20, 2018 18:00:28 GMT -5
Suzaku enters, already sweating from his earlier lifting and warm-up, bandages on his arm and side from heavy weapons sparring practice. Tonight was for training endurance, and he wouldn't go to bed until he reached his limits. He bowed respectfully to the banners of the clan schools, then grabbed a suburito. Before waiting a moment he slowly warmed up with some kata, based on waiting for the moment then striking in the right timing. As his imaginary opponent raised his sword to strike, he met him under his arms with a slice and circling out to avoid the opponent's possibly still falling sword.
((Kata Roll 23))
After that, he assumes jodan no kamae, sword over his head and proceeds to deliver a series of fierce kiai with the weighted bokken, cutting a powerful downward cut with each step, tuning out his surroundings and driving til his lungs feel on fire and he can no longer swing. After he catches his breath he continues the practice.
((16 Stamina+kenjutsu))
He needed to keep pushing. Consistent practice was how he would force his tired muscles to never give out. No one who would depend on him would find him lacking. No one. He noted one of the sensei and a student off to the side but for now he had to focus.
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Post by Horiuchi Nadeshiko on Jan 20, 2018 18:06:42 GMT -5
There's a moment where Nadeshiko simply stares at Fuyuko and her strange manner of speech. It was only her first day here at Rokugan and she'd already found so many interesting individuals. Her shock soon turns into a slight smile as she straightens up and tugs the book out from under her arm to clutch lightly at her waist.
"No the music was fine. It was not something I've heard before which is nice. I am Horiuchi Nadeshiko, it is nice to meet you Doji-Sensei. I am afraid however that I am not very skilled with the blade. My pursuits have mainly laid in the mental realm... However, if you are a law professor I will probably be attending one of your classes."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 20, 2018 18:10:27 GMT -5
Fuyu raises her brow. "Fascinating, This one served as a Crane Magistrate so she understands the important of the mental realm as well as the physical. My expertise was simply more in the prosecution stage of the legal process. Duels to enforce the law and find the guilty." she says before she frowns. "Hoiruchi. It has been some time since this one has heard that name Hoiruchi-san." she says softly. Then the other student enters and she turns to watch him briefly through the goggles.
"Such dedication in him."
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Post by Horiuchi Nadeshiko on Jan 20, 2018 18:22:41 GMT -5
Nadeshiko listens intently, filling away the details for later before nodding quietly at the mention of her last name.
"Yes you're right. It is an old name and has been hidden for a very long time... a millennia to be exact. I am perhaps the last of the family name and my family and I decided it was time for us to come back into the limelight." she pauses for a moment and nibbles on her lower lip "I am actually interested in possibly becoming a magistrate when I graduate, it is one of many career paths I'm pondering. You mentioned duels, does the job frequently require battle Sensei?"
And then the other student arrives, causing Nadeshiko to take a step to the side so she can fully examine the other student and keep tabs on his every action.
"Dedication is always good Sensei, are you planning on sparring? If so would it be okay if I watched."
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 20, 2018 18:29:43 GMT -5
Suzaku continues one more round before his fatigue and screaming muscles begin to slow him, his arms shaking as even driving the weapon with his core and back muscles becomes difficult. Finally he slowly lowers the suburito with one sharp exhale, coming to chudan no kamae, the center guard and then bowing to end this part of his practice.
((9 kenjutsu+stamina))
He wouldn't leave anyone wanting. He would break himself if it meant that he could endure long enough to kill whoever threatened the ones he loved. The one he loved. He shook his head. Focus. His head being in the clouds was for his youth, now was the time to be grounded. "Dream of sky, walk on earth." was an old Sparrow saying. It was time for him to walk on earth until he became more one with it. Tomorrow he would have the outlet of performance art to dream, for now, he must hone his body for war.
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