1 The Arms & Armours of Man [Open to those in Sero's Manor | NK] Sat Mar 03, 2018 6:15 pm
Haka Osada
Retired
Stepping into the massive room that was Sero's armoury, the little metamorphosed wolf spider's eyes slowly glided over the entire area. It was here that Sero had brought her to show why humans, the inferior species predominantly inhabiting this world, had been so successful. The countless weapons in all forms and shapes that were displayed here were, in his eyes, his pride as a weapon master, but, in the eyes of the spider, seemed more like trophies gathered to show what a great hunter he was. He had told Haka back then that these weapons were the 'claws of man', products given shape to surpass any adversary possibly crossing his path. Haka, on the other hand, refused to believe in such a foolish pride. Man was an unevolved species in need of additional, external tools to get where it wanted to be. A species too weak to rely on its own natural weapons.
Yet, the kunai Sero had given her had been the first contact with Man's claws. Even if she was unaware that its quality was of a lesser degree than most other tools he had sheltered in this armoury, it had easily cut into her trying finger to draw blood. Though she disliked the thought these tools could be better than her own arachnid fangs and venom, she was not so foolish as to believe ignoring its existence would be a healthy thing. With Sero urging her to discover what 'humanity' entailed, she was bound to meet with humans at some point, and thus with their claws. If anything, the very least she would have to do is to discover the reason of existence of every weapon created and stored in here and how to protect herself against it. Once she could deny their utility, Man would be nothing more but dull prey to play with.
Slowly walking through the armoury, Haka took her jolly good time to observe the displays one by one, making full circle around the armoury before she would decide on which weapon to examine more properly. She would eventually examine them all, but even an Unmei as small as her could not wield all of the weapons at once. As she walked through the armoury, she noticed every one of them had been provided with a peculiar seal. A seal she recognised well, as the kunai she carried had the same symbol etched in it. It was a symbol she had been told to study, and that ultimately had allowed her to learn how to make the kunai appear and disappear anytime she fed it a small portion of her chakra. Sero's mark. What it's exact purpose was, she could not tell. The wolf spider simply considered it to be his personal seal, and thus seeing it on every other weapon and armour displayed in this place simply told her all of these 'claws' where his to use.
Finishing her personal tour through the armoury, Haka eventually decided to pick up a short sword and a long sword. The two weapons were similar, of course, as one was just a bigger version of the small one, but to the Unmei the need to create both versions was still but a mystery. Why would Man bother to make two different shapes when even a kunai could cut through flesh? Were these crafted for the various sizes of Man? Kunai for kids, short swords for small people and long swords for tall people? That seemed logic enough as it were, but her perceptive nature didn't quite agree. The short sword felt clearly lighter, and its reach was obviously shorter. Whereas the long sword seemed to give her some trouble wielding it properly, the short sword was ideal in weight were it not for the fact she had no interest in using it for herself. Deciding the leave the long sword for what it was, Haka placed the blade back where she had found it and took a closer look at the short sword instead. Much like her kunai, it was sharpened and though she knew what would happen if she ran her thumb over it, the spider could not resist the urge to test out its sharpness. The short sword too cut into her thumb with little resistance, forcing colourless blood to well up.
Much like she had attempted with her kunai, Haka stabbed in the air with the short sword, remarking the distinct difference in the weapon's reach, balance and weight. It felt too heavy to her liking to proceed stabbing with this sword when the kunai she owned was much lighter, agile and easier to wield. Not to mention that the kunai was easy to throw around, a quality she believed was not shared by the sword. Instead, she swung it around several times with the expertise of an untrained swordsman - slow and rather clumsily. When she had finished doing so, she placed the short sword back in its place as well, her mind storing its qualities in a mental archive before she proceeded to another weapon in Sero's arsenal.
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Yet, the kunai Sero had given her had been the first contact with Man's claws. Even if she was unaware that its quality was of a lesser degree than most other tools he had sheltered in this armoury, it had easily cut into her trying finger to draw blood. Though she disliked the thought these tools could be better than her own arachnid fangs and venom, she was not so foolish as to believe ignoring its existence would be a healthy thing. With Sero urging her to discover what 'humanity' entailed, she was bound to meet with humans at some point, and thus with their claws. If anything, the very least she would have to do is to discover the reason of existence of every weapon created and stored in here and how to protect herself against it. Once she could deny their utility, Man would be nothing more but dull prey to play with.
Slowly walking through the armoury, Haka took her jolly good time to observe the displays one by one, making full circle around the armoury before she would decide on which weapon to examine more properly. She would eventually examine them all, but even an Unmei as small as her could not wield all of the weapons at once. As she walked through the armoury, she noticed every one of them had been provided with a peculiar seal. A seal she recognised well, as the kunai she carried had the same symbol etched in it. It was a symbol she had been told to study, and that ultimately had allowed her to learn how to make the kunai appear and disappear anytime she fed it a small portion of her chakra. Sero's mark. What it's exact purpose was, she could not tell. The wolf spider simply considered it to be his personal seal, and thus seeing it on every other weapon and armour displayed in this place simply told her all of these 'claws' where his to use.
Finishing her personal tour through the armoury, Haka eventually decided to pick up a short sword and a long sword. The two weapons were similar, of course, as one was just a bigger version of the small one, but to the Unmei the need to create both versions was still but a mystery. Why would Man bother to make two different shapes when even a kunai could cut through flesh? Were these crafted for the various sizes of Man? Kunai for kids, short swords for small people and long swords for tall people? That seemed logic enough as it were, but her perceptive nature didn't quite agree. The short sword felt clearly lighter, and its reach was obviously shorter. Whereas the long sword seemed to give her some trouble wielding it properly, the short sword was ideal in weight were it not for the fact she had no interest in using it for herself. Deciding the leave the long sword for what it was, Haka placed the blade back where she had found it and took a closer look at the short sword instead. Much like her kunai, it was sharpened and though she knew what would happen if she ran her thumb over it, the spider could not resist the urge to test out its sharpness. The short sword too cut into her thumb with little resistance, forcing colourless blood to well up.
Much like she had attempted with her kunai, Haka stabbed in the air with the short sword, remarking the distinct difference in the weapon's reach, balance and weight. It felt too heavy to her liking to proceed stabbing with this sword when the kunai she owned was much lighter, agile and easier to wield. Not to mention that the kunai was easy to throw around, a quality she believed was not shared by the sword. Instead, she swung it around several times with the expertise of an untrained swordsman - slow and rather clumsily. When she had finished doing so, she placed the short sword back in its place as well, her mind storing its qualities in a mental archive before she proceeded to another weapon in Sero's arsenal.
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