1 The Grand Dojo [Private/Futen/No Kill] Sat Apr 26, 2014 3:50 pm
Kurai
D-rank
Kurai sat on his piano stool, in the dojo his father had constructed for him. His love for training was recognized early, and his father decided to cultivate his passion. It would appear now that he had bloomed. Not fully of course, but it could be argued that this dojo had given him the foundation he needed to sprout strong. No doubt, there was plenty of room in the dojo for him to do just that. Kurai sat in the middle of the circular 30 meter radius indoor battle field. The building ascended about 30 meters high. Moonlight beams struck through the high glass windows adding a slight sparkle to the arena in addition to the sufficient indoor lighting.
Kurai reveled in the solace that would soon be no more, as a mummy was set to join him. Ironically, bringing life to the night. That was because this mummy was a character indeed. Having served time in an insane asylum and being a carrier of one of the most devastating elements known to legend. Vitality would be an understatement tonight. Futen had expressed quite a zeal in training with Kurai. Being cooped up in his cell had corroded his skills. I think I can sharpen them up. The poet played a few more tunes on the grand piano, swaying as he did so, allowing himself to obtain a different unison, one that couldn't quite be measured. It was knack, a sensation for battle. Even with Kurai's brilliance he still hadn't found the words to give his fighting prowess and keen awareness justice. But he felt it stemmed from his love of expression: writing, music... fighting was just another form for him.
He stood up from his stool and rolled it all the way across the dojo, pushing it into a side room that was just for his piano. There were many doors along the wall. Some were offices, that were occupied by employees during operating hours, others were locker rooms, and some held specialized training equipment. Kurai returned back near the center of the large clear dojo, awaiting his new acquaintance. It shouldn't be much longer... this will definitely be something to include in my journal.
Training: 369
Kurai reveled in the solace that would soon be no more, as a mummy was set to join him. Ironically, bringing life to the night. That was because this mummy was a character indeed. Having served time in an insane asylum and being a carrier of one of the most devastating elements known to legend. Vitality would be an understatement tonight. Futen had expressed quite a zeal in training with Kurai. Being cooped up in his cell had corroded his skills. I think I can sharpen them up. The poet played a few more tunes on the grand piano, swaying as he did so, allowing himself to obtain a different unison, one that couldn't quite be measured. It was knack, a sensation for battle. Even with Kurai's brilliance he still hadn't found the words to give his fighting prowess and keen awareness justice. But he felt it stemmed from his love of expression: writing, music... fighting was just another form for him.
He stood up from his stool and rolled it all the way across the dojo, pushing it into a side room that was just for his piano. There were many doors along the wall. Some were offices, that were occupied by employees during operating hours, others were locker rooms, and some held specialized training equipment. Kurai returned back near the center of the large clear dojo, awaiting his new acquaintance. It shouldn't be much longer... this will definitely be something to include in my journal.
Training: 369