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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Feb 5, 2018 0:13:54 GMT -5
Well, yesterday was a ride.Kobushi needed to work some leftover tension off. He hadn't imbibed enough sake to get drunk, which he was thankful for. He wasn't happy with waking up earlier than usual, feeling a bit more energy than before. The incident in the night completely banished all notion of asking Akodo Ichiro about Mirumoto Ryuha, because when one is faced with a wooden tiger spirit, that sort of thing just falls by the wayside. So he goes to where he thinks his excess of energy can be best put to use. The Dojo. He sets up the training robot. He considers getting a weapon for a moment, but decides it was not a good time. He needed to improve on what he was best at, if his sparring sessions with Miya Asurito and Mirumoyo Ryuha were any indication. He had strength and technique, but he lacked the speed and flexibility to deliver his blows more effectively. So he had the robot fight in a defensive pattern, forcing him to exert himself in attacks to get through the defense. It was tiring work. It didn't take long for him to be sweaty enough that the upper half of his training garments were soaked. He discarded them, revealing lean, Hida-trained muscle underneath. tag Otomo Katsumi
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Post by Otomo Katsumi on Feb 5, 2018 0:22:52 GMT -5
Otomo Katsumi stared at her map again. How did she manage to get lost every time when she went looking for the Kyujutsu Dojo. Honestly it's like this school is an impossible maze. Her head turns as she hears the sound of the training. Last time I followed this path I met Priya-Chan. This could be fun. She entered the Dojo and spied Daidoji Kobushi. Wait... he's from the party. One of Kuni Hinata's little friends... Well then. She licks her lips savoring the meal to be had. "You were at my house last night were you not?" She speaks up walking up behind the muscular mmmmmmmmmm boy. "I think I recall you briefly..." She closes her eyes in thought. The way the sweat drips off his body. No you must resist he is no doubt a student. It's bad enough that you'll probably be with Priya-Chan by the nights end. Tarik the other day was just as much a mistake. Best be careful... still carnal pleasures and all that.
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Feb 5, 2018 0:32:02 GMT -5
The Daidoji lands a quick punch, right at the head of the robot. It's enough to force it to shut down automatically. Then, he hears the voice and turns to look. He bows as proper before grabbing a towel. Unforunately, his knowledge of etiquette fails him. Is it rude to dry off while speaking? Is it rude to be all sweaty? He isn't sure. He's only mostly sure he should put something on and cover up.
"Ah, yes, Otomo-sensei," he answers. He smiles. If he's alarmed, he doesn't show it. Probably doesn't realize he should be. "I was a guest. I fetched something for His Highness to eat and didn't realize I'd interrupted something. My apologies."
Belatedly. "I am Daidoji Kobushi, a first year. Should I...go put something on? I'm not really sure on the protocol here."
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Post by Otomo Katsumi on Feb 5, 2018 0:34:15 GMT -5
She steps forward. "Otomo Katsumi but then I think you knew that already." Another step forward. "You are training don't let me be one to interrupt your fun. Surely you do not mind if I... observe you." She says in a voice that was just laced with... honey. Again she can't help but study his form. "A boy your age must be quite gifted in the arts of fighting. Tell me do you intend to join any clubs today?" My first recruit!
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Feb 5, 2018 0:55:41 GMT -5
"I've...heard the name, yeah. Kind of hard not to, given the notices on the party all said so."
He scratches the back of his head, taking Otomo's approach as a cue to towel off some of the sweat. He's a lean, toned young man. Not overly muscular, perhaps average for a bushi his age. That smile so completely comfortable with itself.
"I was thinking jiujitsu club. Maybe iai and kendo. I kind of need to get better at those," he answers. "Beyond that, I'm not sure."
"And what did you mean by observing?" he asks, clueless.
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Post by Otomo Katsumi on Feb 5, 2018 12:09:38 GMT -5
Oh no not another one. Her smile falters ever so slightly but fixes itself just as quickly. "Don't worry about it." She waves her hand in front of her face. "Had you considered Kyujutsu as a club to join? Learning the art is quite an important one to learn. Honestly having a bow and arrow has it's uses. You could expand your horizons a bit." She smiles at him. "Seriously come by the Kyujutsu dojo later. I'll show you just how useful and practical the bow can be!" There was odd enthusiasm in her voice
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Post by Akodo Ichiro on Feb 5, 2018 12:43:49 GMT -5
Ichiro arrived to the dojo this morning like every other. Today he was wearing his work out attire rather than his traditional sparring stuff. His tight flexible shirt was already slightly damp with sweat causing it to cling to his very well muscled physique. he appeared as if he ran here from the dorms.
Upon entering he got his stuff situated and spotted the two others bowing to them "Hai! Kobushi-san, Otomo-sensei, have you had rice this morning?"
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Post by Daidoji Kobushi on Feb 5, 2018 16:50:50 GMT -5
"Well, I have thought about it," the Crane admits. "But I've never so much as held a bow before. I'm really better with my hands."
He smiles. Just as it seems like there's innuendo and flirtation there, he clarifies. "I was trained mainly in unarmed fighting, a little wrestling. And pottery! You have some lovely ceramics, sensei."
And then Ichiro walks in. He bows a little longer than is strictly required.
"Sorry again about that conversation," he says. "And how are you feeling after…whatever that thing was?"
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Post by Otomo Katsumi on Feb 5, 2018 16:57:25 GMT -5
She shakes her head. "Such wonderful hands you have. You would make an excellent archer Daidoji-San." She holds her hand to her chest. "I can help you learn. I can teach you if you join the club. You are a first year yes? What better time then now to learn?"
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Post by Akodo Ichiro on Feb 5, 2018 17:03:32 GMT -5
Ichiro waves away bow and makes a hand washing gesture. "Its forgotten, your help with the spirit more than made up for any transgressions that night." He raises his shirt not only revealing cut abs but also a nasty purple bruise across his ribs. "It got me pretty good."
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