1 The Man with the Pink Kimono [Plot/Private/Closed] Thu Dec 29, 2016 6:10 pm
Suutei
B-rank
The day was calm and the desert sands shifted step after countless step, as he was constantly trying to prevent his foot from sinking into the sand. Both his left and right foot cloaked in a blue like aura that was warm, similar to wearing double socks in the winter. It had just dawned upon him this morn, that he never reported his whereabouts nor was debriefed by the now Tsuchikage Karumo Sekuro. A friend he made upon his first visit to Iwagakure no Sato a meeting that caught the attention of many, but this happening was a pure indicator at how much time flies by. Suutei channelled his chakra to cause the winds to whip around as the sand flurried, as the dunes nearly are leveled by the force of his chakra.
Still not strong enough…
He thought to himself as he lifted his sweaty shirt from over his head, and grabbed ahold of the swords he’d found near a frozen lake bed a few months back. The blades were cold to the touch, and as hot as it was in the barren desert of the Wind Country. The swords were as always ice cold, so cold that in order to grip the hilts of the blades he’d needed to infuse his hands with Katon chakra. Even with his hands being warm the sting of the cold steel pained his hands, palms and fingertips similar to picking up snow with bare hands during the rawest time of winter. What kind of swords were naturally cold to the touch like ice, but knowing his curiosity eventually the Monolith Captain would know sooner or later.
For now, his time would be focusing on learning exactly how to wield a sword properly. Swordplay was much more complicated than it appeared, and it was an artform much like Hand to Hand combat. Dating back to feudal times his grandfather and those before him were highly adept at Bukijutsu as well as Taijutsu, but it was their affinity towards the Katon Element that allowed them to create many great weapons. Weapons such as his family's sword Windblaze, a blade that was so highly modified it was capable of flowing like the wind. Taking the blades he went for a low stance, and waiting for his opponent with his one blade to his back tilted sideways, and the other upright in front. Heat rushed down his neck and a voice lingered in his head, when a bearded man wearing a wide brim straw hat. When he turned to face the man he was gone, but in turn was standing beside him sipping drink from a flask.
“Not a bad form there kid…”
When Suutei faced the man something about him made the young man feel nostalgic, and also less leary towards the man. He broke down his features very carefully, he was taller obviously standings at about six foot four inches. A cleft chin and high cheekbones with light facial hair, grey eyes and long wavy brown hair. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail, as his long bangs framed the left side of his face. He noticed he had a considerable amount of body hair on his chest, feet, and more than likely his arms as well. He wore a wide brim straw hat, that he tilted upwards just catching the sun's rays out of Suutei’s eyes. The more outlandish of thing of his attire was the flowered pink lady's kimono, which he draped across his shoulders and over his clothes.
“The names Juunto, my friends call me Juun. I was on my way to Sunagakure no Sato, but then I saw you over here with those swords and decided to mosey on by. What’s your swords’ name kid, better question what’s yours?” Juun leaned forward towards Suutei tilting his hat upwards, with a smirk on his face.
“I don’t have a name for my swords, but I’m Suutei Kimura. I’m from Konohagakure no Sato, I’m just here visiting.” Of course Suutei was lying, but he didn’t necessarily owe him an explanation.
Still not strong enough…
He thought to himself as he lifted his sweaty shirt from over his head, and grabbed ahold of the swords he’d found near a frozen lake bed a few months back. The blades were cold to the touch, and as hot as it was in the barren desert of the Wind Country. The swords were as always ice cold, so cold that in order to grip the hilts of the blades he’d needed to infuse his hands with Katon chakra. Even with his hands being warm the sting of the cold steel pained his hands, palms and fingertips similar to picking up snow with bare hands during the rawest time of winter. What kind of swords were naturally cold to the touch like ice, but knowing his curiosity eventually the Monolith Captain would know sooner or later.
For now, his time would be focusing on learning exactly how to wield a sword properly. Swordplay was much more complicated than it appeared, and it was an artform much like Hand to Hand combat. Dating back to feudal times his grandfather and those before him were highly adept at Bukijutsu as well as Taijutsu, but it was their affinity towards the Katon Element that allowed them to create many great weapons. Weapons such as his family's sword Windblaze, a blade that was so highly modified it was capable of flowing like the wind. Taking the blades he went for a low stance, and waiting for his opponent with his one blade to his back tilted sideways, and the other upright in front. Heat rushed down his neck and a voice lingered in his head, when a bearded man wearing a wide brim straw hat. When he turned to face the man he was gone, but in turn was standing beside him sipping drink from a flask.
“Not a bad form there kid…”
When Suutei faced the man something about him made the young man feel nostalgic, and also less leary towards the man. He broke down his features very carefully, he was taller obviously standings at about six foot four inches. A cleft chin and high cheekbones with light facial hair, grey eyes and long wavy brown hair. His hair was tied back in a long ponytail, as his long bangs framed the left side of his face. He noticed he had a considerable amount of body hair on his chest, feet, and more than likely his arms as well. He wore a wide brim straw hat, that he tilted upwards just catching the sun's rays out of Suutei’s eyes. The more outlandish of thing of his attire was the flowered pink lady's kimono, which he draped across his shoulders and over his clothes.
“The names Juunto, my friends call me Juun. I was on my way to Sunagakure no Sato, but then I saw you over here with those swords and decided to mosey on by. What’s your swords’ name kid, better question what’s yours?” Juun leaned forward towards Suutei tilting his hat upwards, with a smirk on his face.
“I don’t have a name for my swords, but I’m Suutei Kimura. I’m from Konohagakure no Sato, I’m just here visiting.” Of course Suutei was lying, but he didn’t necessarily owe him an explanation.
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