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Post by Mirumoto Noboru on Jan 20, 2018 18:29:54 GMT -5
A figure walks into the dojo from the men's locker room only to pause at the 'crowd' that's already here. Mirumoto Noboru looks over the group slowly from a relatively safe distance, his dark eyes showing a bit of wariness and discomfort. The Dragon student lets out a sigh and starts walking toward one of the robots away from the others. For those that have seen him before, his guitar is conspicuously absent, replaced with a shinai in his left hand and his daisho at his hip.
Once by the robots he activates one and enters his stance, the bamboo weapon held at the hip opposite his daisho. The Mirumoto then starts to push out all distractions, letting the Void guide him.
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 20, 2018 19:09:09 GMT -5
Fuyuko turns to watch the girl a moment. "It depends. Some must capture. Some must find. Some must duel. It is good to know a bit of all but this on focused on trial law." Her gaze goes back to the other two the bitter dragon trying to practice in silence and the sparrow breaking himself upon his duty. "Tonight would be a poor time for me to spar with a person. This one is uncentered"
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Post by Horiuchi Nadeshiko on Jan 20, 2018 21:19:16 GMT -5
Nadeshiko sucked in a breath as she watched Suzume train, if only for the reason that she recognized the struggle for perfection in him. He was fascinating to watch and she almost lost herself in his training... until the Mirumoto arrived, snapping her back to reality for the moment.
She turned to faced Fuyuko once more, giving Sensei another half-bow before turning to face the door. "It was a pleasure to watch you train Sensei, I'll look forward to your law class in the future... but there's a few too many people here and I should get to sleep."
She didn't wait for a response, simply slipping through the door out of the Dojo to disappear back into the night.
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 21, 2018 0:22:32 GMT -5
Unable to swing the heavy suburito anymore, Suzaku proceeds to drop his hands to his side and begins isolating his footwork, slowly at first. His feet gliding along the ground to avoid raising too much and giving too much of a vulnerable moment for the enemy to strike when his foot is off the ground. His simple sliding step steps become more and more rapid as he seeks to continue to test his endurance and ability to maintain form when tired. His injured body heaved and his injured heart ached and he lost himself amid his sliding steps. The sweat drenched his white burlap kimono and hakama, his pure white garb and quick movement causing him to resemble an onryo as much as a samurai. Nevertheless, he would build his Earth. His root and endurance.
It hit him and a look of realization hit his face. Sometimes with patience came endurance. If he waited, why not let someone strike the weaker blow to be answered by one with the virtue of patience. It was better to have the patience and timing to avoid being hit, but if this is not possible, one should endure.
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Post by Mirumoto Noboru on Jan 21, 2018 0:45:04 GMT -5
Whereas the Suzume was working upon enduring an opponent's blows to retaliate, the Mirumoto was more intent on nding the matter with one strike... His eyes darkened as they studied the robot carefully. A glimmer of recognition came as the robot took a stance more akin to a Mirumoto duelist, causing Noboru to grin as his own was a bit more unorthodox even for a Dragon. With that he allowed his mind to slip into the Void, letting the emptiness of the world around him tell him when his opportunity had arrived. Were he using live steel instead of a bamboo weapon there would have been a flash as he moved, striking the robot firmly with his shinai before it has a chance to draw on its own. (OOC: Last roll should be k4 with Center Stance, not k3. Typo on my part.) |
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 21, 2018 2:39:51 GMT -5
Fuyuko bows to the girl as she leaves, watching the others. One working with the earth, the other working with fire as they practice and she sighed. This place wasn't really hers anymore despite having more power over it then ever. When she was young she could retreat here but now she needed to watch, observe and protect. And so she did, trying to let her frustrations go but not really successful at it.
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 21, 2018 6:45:16 GMT -5
After a while, even Suzaku's legs quiver as maintaining the smooth low stances of skilled footwork weigh on him. The years pushing ox carts and lifting yam bushels finally catching up with him as he return to a ready stance and bows again to the banners. His expression pained from wounds and who knows what else but his decorum maintained as he moves to the side to sit and rest a moment, but not before bowing to Doji Fuyuko sensei with a slight, boyish smile breaking his otherwise somewhat dour expression.
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Post by Mirumoto Noboru on Jan 21, 2018 9:03:02 GMT -5
For Noboru's part what started as a duel turns into a flurry of blows at the robot, each strike becoming harder and harder. Clearly the shinai isn't enough to actually damage the robot; the greater concern is that he might end up breaking the shinai itself. Every time it seems as though he's about to let up the Mirumoto's eye flickers over to the Crane Clan banner and the fire within him roars hotter, its flames seeming unquenchable.
I.
CLACK!
Hate.
CLACK!
Every.
CLACK!
Last!
CLACK!
One!
CLACK!
OF YOU!
CLACK!
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 21, 2018 10:57:41 GMT -5
Fuyu watches the two then gives out a quick. "ENOUGH" The harsh whisper carries no anger however. "There is a point where such hard work, grinds the bone rather then enriches it. And you both have class tomorrow. This one is very proud of both of you." she says before she walks over to Noboru and frowns, looking at the banner then back at him. "And Noboru-san. Aim for the throat. It is a far more honorable death. If I am to train you to one day let me die in duty, it would be poor of this one, as a Sensei, not to make you better at it."
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Post by Suzume Suzaku on Jan 21, 2018 12:11:35 GMT -5
Suzaku bows quietly, clearly eager to pass out here, but obedient to his sensei. He adjusts his kimono and his face returns to his usual boyish smile "Yes, sensei." he says cheer masking pain as he proceeds to gather his bag and bow to the banners. He bows to each one in turn hovering thoughtfully at the Scorpion banners and that of his own clan, tucked away and plain.
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