Post by Mirumoto Noboru on Jan 21, 2018 12:31:00 GMT -5
It was clear that the Dragon's actions had no intention of killing his opponent. At least not until he'd vented every ounce of fury he could muster and beat them so hard their ancestors could feel it in Yomi. He had just begun another swing when Doji Fuyuko had ordered him to stop, the blow unable to be drawn back in time to save any face.
A loud SNAP echoed through the dojo as the shinai Noboru had been using cracked under the stress of the beating the Dragon had been giving his "opponent", the practice weapon visibly bent as a result.
He fell to his knees, palms touching the tatami under him as he stared down to the floor. All that and the fires still burned hotly within him, a thousand-yard stare on this face. He tried to speak, but no words formed.
Why? Why couldn't you all just let it go?
A loud SNAP echoed through the dojo as the shinai Noboru had been using cracked under the stress of the beating the Dragon had been giving his "opponent", the practice weapon visibly bent as a result.
He fell to his knees, palms touching the tatami under him as he stared down to the floor. All that and the fires still burned hotly within him, a thousand-yard stare on this face. He tried to speak, but no words formed.
Why? Why couldn't you all just let it go?
