1 Training in the Sword Saint's Dojo [Private/No Kill] Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:52 pm
Kazui
D-rank
Kazui strolled down the road with idle curiosity. She was away from her savior, the man who had saved her from the bandits, and it wore heavily on her heart. She had been through so much during the past week. Her family had been ambushed on the road to Konoha, and she had been separated. The next day, she had been kidnapped and nearly forced into sex slavery in all likeliness. She would have been raped repeatedly. The slimy grin on the bandit leaders face had told her that much. The only reason she was here was because a masked man had showed up and massacred the entire encampment. She had talked with him and he had taken her in. She had heard of a dojo in this village, and had come in the hopes of finding someone to further her training. She had always been fascinated by bladed weapons, swords most particularly. She had always wanted to become a world renowned swordsman. Her desire had become a burning passion since the ambush, tempered by her failure to protect herself and her family. Even knowing jutsu, she had been unable to save them. They had been saved at best by a bolt of lightning, startling the horses into a stampede. She had been left behind as her caravan was pulled down the road by the horses.
She had even failed to save herself from the bandits. Nothing made her need for power greater than her drive to be able to protect herself and others now. And she most needed to work on her swordsmanship. She had been inspired To say the least by the way the swordsman who had saved her had taken down all those bandits, seemingly with little effort. She yearned to be so skilled with a blade. But first she needed a blade in the first place. She had ideas, but she lacked the funds to get one. However she had heard of a dojo where swordsman trained. Hopefully they would allow her to borrow a bokken or a shinai while she trained there. Assuming they would even permit someone who wasn't aligned with the village to train there. But, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She half regretted having not taken any weapons from the bandit encampment, but they had all been in poor shape, not fit for fighting with. She remembered the pitiful excuse for a dagger one of her kidnappers had used.
Kazui's odd bright peachy-amber colored hair moved in a slight breeze, swaying gently down her back. She wore a fairly simple shirt, white with red accents, and a red skirt with white accents, which reached down to her knees. She would normally wear a cloak as well, but she had only this single set of clothing to her name, and no cloak. She defied her clans typical dress, favoring semi normal clothes and keeping the thousands of bugs inside her, not permitting them to climb around on or over her skin and clothing. One might not guess that she was an aburame. She approached the dojo she had heard about with caution and hesitated before opening the door. With a sigh, she opened the door and looked in, hoping someone could confirm that she was in the right place. "Um...is this the dojo I heard about? I have been looking for somewhere to train as a swordsman." Kazui had taken barely a step inside, looking around to see if anyone was there.
Word Count: [582]
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She had even failed to save herself from the bandits. Nothing made her need for power greater than her drive to be able to protect herself and others now. And she most needed to work on her swordsmanship. She had been inspired To say the least by the way the swordsman who had saved her had taken down all those bandits, seemingly with little effort. She yearned to be so skilled with a blade. But first she needed a blade in the first place. She had ideas, but she lacked the funds to get one. However she had heard of a dojo where swordsman trained. Hopefully they would allow her to borrow a bokken or a shinai while she trained there. Assuming they would even permit someone who wasn't aligned with the village to train there. But, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She half regretted having not taken any weapons from the bandit encampment, but they had all been in poor shape, not fit for fighting with. She remembered the pitiful excuse for a dagger one of her kidnappers had used.
Kazui's odd bright peachy-amber colored hair moved in a slight breeze, swaying gently down her back. She wore a fairly simple shirt, white with red accents, and a red skirt with white accents, which reached down to her knees. She would normally wear a cloak as well, but she had only this single set of clothing to her name, and no cloak. She defied her clans typical dress, favoring semi normal clothes and keeping the thousands of bugs inside her, not permitting them to climb around on or over her skin and clothing. One might not guess that she was an aburame. She approached the dojo she had heard about with caution and hesitated before opening the door. With a sigh, she opened the door and looked in, hoping someone could confirm that she was in the right place. "Um...is this the dojo I heard about? I have been looking for somewhere to train as a swordsman." Kazui had taken barely a step inside, looking around to see if anyone was there.
Word Count: [582]
Total Word Count: [582]
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