1 The chronicles of Otto: The best ever (C-B)[Training]{Otto only I'll invite you if I need you} Wed Sep 12, 2012 1:47 am
Otto
D-rank
Today was a big day for Otto he had somewhere to be; something to do; something that he was only able to once a year. Otto gets dressed quickly, with all the excitement in the world he quickly throws on his clothes, and cleans up his apartment. Right before he walks out the door he looks at his long overcoat with a sad expression. He sighs then takes it off and hangs it up he didn't want "him" to see it.
Otto runs through the village quickly and with determination he waves and smiles at some people but for the most part he ignores everyone. He continues to run and does not stop until he reaches his destination, the Bloody cemetery. The place just reeked of anger, hatred, and malice but the one thing that was not easy to pick up was the deep sadness of the graveyard the desperate cry for help from anyone. However, no one would help them no one would ever try so anger and hatred formed and festered threatening to swallow the unprepared person whole.
Sure his was a strange place for Otto to look forward to visiting, but this was of no concern to Otto who slowly began to walk into the cemetery with a wary look. Until he reached a small clearing it seemed brighter than the rest of the graveyard as if it was the only spot with hope left in it. He spot held no graves instead their stood a tall tree and an open clearing. This spot was being reserved for new graves, but for now it was empty devoid of the death that had consumed the rest of the cemetery. Otto approached the tree and touched its bark I was cool and damp from the moistness of the air in Kirigakure. Otto sat down on the grass in front of the tree, the grass was soft and like the tree damp. This part of the graveyard was untouched by death for no but Otto could feel that soon that was going to change.
Otto leaned his head back for a short time and began to doze against the tree. He was awoken when a shadow stood above him. Most would have freaked out but Otto didn’t even open his eyes instead he completely wiped emotion from his face and said blankly, “what took you so long… dad.”
Otto finally opens his eyes to see standing above him a tall black haired man with bright purple eyes. The man wore a similar outfit to Otto aside from the fact that he had not removed the shoulder-pads from the Kirigakure ninja vest. The man looked over Otto and said, “always gotta look flashy huh, you know you get that from you mother.” Otto is instantly happy that he left his maroon coat at home. Kintaro smiles broadly as he pulls two katana from behind his back. These swords were basic and old but they still held all of the sharpness and speed of a traditional katana.
Otto stands up gingerly inside he was as happy as a person could be. However outwardly he was much more conservative with his emotion. He dint smile at the man across from him instead he just grabbed the sword on the left. Most people would think that he was upset with his father, or that he had deep emotional problems against the man. However it was just the opposite Kintaro had taught Otto to be very quiet about his emotions hiding them at all times to keep his opponent at odds not knowing what one was thinking or feeling a the time.
Both Otto and his father turned around and walked away from each other. Once they were ten feet away. They both turned around and stared at each other with matching intensity, then as if on cue simultaneously they switch into identical sword fighting stances. From a distance one could not tell that he two were father and son different hair color different eye color. However, up close or in situations like this their many similarities became obvious. Their eyes although in different colors were the same they had the same fire and the same lust for power. Their faces both held the same power filled arrogant half smiles, and their sword stances were literally mirror images of each other Kintaro using his left and Otto using his right hand.
The two ninja began o slowly circle each other feeling out each other’s weaknesses a slightly changing their stance accordingly. Kitaro was taller, so Otto was forced to angle his sword to point slightly lower than he had it originally. Kintaro switched his sword hand and shifted his feet slightly close together knowing that Otto was probably slightly faster than him due to him being somewhat shorter. The two of them lock eyes right before they cross blades.
[814/2000] (for C-B)
Otto runs through the village quickly and with determination he waves and smiles at some people but for the most part he ignores everyone. He continues to run and does not stop until he reaches his destination, the Bloody cemetery. The place just reeked of anger, hatred, and malice but the one thing that was not easy to pick up was the deep sadness of the graveyard the desperate cry for help from anyone. However, no one would help them no one would ever try so anger and hatred formed and festered threatening to swallow the unprepared person whole.
Sure his was a strange place for Otto to look forward to visiting, but this was of no concern to Otto who slowly began to walk into the cemetery with a wary look. Until he reached a small clearing it seemed brighter than the rest of the graveyard as if it was the only spot with hope left in it. He spot held no graves instead their stood a tall tree and an open clearing. This spot was being reserved for new graves, but for now it was empty devoid of the death that had consumed the rest of the cemetery. Otto approached the tree and touched its bark I was cool and damp from the moistness of the air in Kirigakure. Otto sat down on the grass in front of the tree, the grass was soft and like the tree damp. This part of the graveyard was untouched by death for no but Otto could feel that soon that was going to change.
Otto leaned his head back for a short time and began to doze against the tree. He was awoken when a shadow stood above him. Most would have freaked out but Otto didn’t even open his eyes instead he completely wiped emotion from his face and said blankly, “what took you so long… dad.”
Otto finally opens his eyes to see standing above him a tall black haired man with bright purple eyes. The man wore a similar outfit to Otto aside from the fact that he had not removed the shoulder-pads from the Kirigakure ninja vest. The man looked over Otto and said, “always gotta look flashy huh, you know you get that from you mother.” Otto is instantly happy that he left his maroon coat at home. Kintaro smiles broadly as he pulls two katana from behind his back. These swords were basic and old but they still held all of the sharpness and speed of a traditional katana.
Otto stands up gingerly inside he was as happy as a person could be. However outwardly he was much more conservative with his emotion. He dint smile at the man across from him instead he just grabbed the sword on the left. Most people would think that he was upset with his father, or that he had deep emotional problems against the man. However it was just the opposite Kintaro had taught Otto to be very quiet about his emotions hiding them at all times to keep his opponent at odds not knowing what one was thinking or feeling a the time.
Both Otto and his father turned around and walked away from each other. Once they were ten feet away. They both turned around and stared at each other with matching intensity, then as if on cue simultaneously they switch into identical sword fighting stances. From a distance one could not tell that he two were father and son different hair color different eye color. However, up close or in situations like this their many similarities became obvious. Their eyes although in different colors were the same they had the same fire and the same lust for power. Their faces both held the same power filled arrogant half smiles, and their sword stances were literally mirror images of each other Kintaro using his left and Otto using his right hand.
The two ninja began o slowly circle each other feeling out each other’s weaknesses a slightly changing their stance accordingly. Kitaro was taller, so Otto was forced to angle his sword to point slightly lower than he had it originally. Kintaro switched his sword hand and shifted his feet slightly close together knowing that Otto was probably slightly faster than him due to him being somewhat shorter. The two of them lock eyes right before they cross blades.
[814/2000] (for C-B)