1 He who is prudent. [Private / Kumogakure Arc] Sat Jul 06, 2019 11:26 am
Watsuji
D-rank
"Find your strength before running a fool's errand." Hideyoshi would bark at Watsuji as the teen etched a rough sketch of the village layout onto a piece of wood. His skill with a knife made this carving of wood rather impressive. The samurai was not here to make art and souvenirs, however. In his mind, there was still a tyrannical being perched atop a throne of deception and greed within the Raikage's Quarters. Watsuji had watched the innocence and trust drain out of his friends, his family, and even his own heart when Hastur enslaved his people. Revenge would be a bloody, unsightly task. It weighed heavily on the Miyamoto's heart. Would he stand by his code and challenge Hastur to an honorable battle, or take what he had learned from the shinobi, from Uchiha, Kirei, to dispatch his foe from the shadows.
It was not the way of the samurai to strike from the shadows, some would even call it a dishonor and a disgrace to do so. Watsuji was full of rage and a need for vengeance, however. As he took his model to a neighboring structure he would continue to etch the mountainous landscape of the Hidden Cloud and its structures. The highest one was presumed to be the quarters of the so-called Raikage. As his village was under siege, neither Hastur nor any other significant opposition had bothered to show themselves yet. It was as though the village itself was full of cowards and recluses.
He had heard this description used for shinobi an infinite number of times, samurai culture holding itself to standards of direct confrontation and honor more than the shadow stalking warriors of the elemental villages. As Watsuji looked on at the scene before him he would notice a smoldering building not far from his position. It was a somewhat ornate structure, likely the office of the Raikage. It had been destroyed and made into a molten mess in just a matter of seconds. The immense heat put off by the attack would be blown into the samurai's face, causing him to shift his eyes to the side. As the smoke continued to rise, it was evident that the mountain which harbored the building in question was damaged severely by the blast. If Hastur were there, he was surely dead already.
All of the intensity of war had come over the village. People were evacuating with fervor and panic, the wandering samurai began to wonder if the family he had decided to protect would be safe if they continued to stay behind. It was as the thought crossed his mind that a large molten rock came into view, clearing the distance between the explosion and the residential area below in a matter of seconds. The rock was dropping toward the families abode at high speed, leaving a comet's tail behind it.
"No!" Without hesitation, Watsuji darted through the air, destroying the tiles on the roof he had been perched upon as he as he ascended to intercept the projectile. His hand would grap at his hilt in the familiar Iaido sword drawing style as he sliced the boulder through the center. A loud, powerful lightning strike would sound as he traced a lightning bolt with his blade, shattering the projectile into dozens of manageable fragments which fell onto the roof. He would land, sheathing his blade once more as he panted.
WC: 547
It was not the way of the samurai to strike from the shadows, some would even call it a dishonor and a disgrace to do so. Watsuji was full of rage and a need for vengeance, however. As he took his model to a neighboring structure he would continue to etch the mountainous landscape of the Hidden Cloud and its structures. The highest one was presumed to be the quarters of the so-called Raikage. As his village was under siege, neither Hastur nor any other significant opposition had bothered to show themselves yet. It was as though the village itself was full of cowards and recluses.
He had heard this description used for shinobi an infinite number of times, samurai culture holding itself to standards of direct confrontation and honor more than the shadow stalking warriors of the elemental villages. As Watsuji looked on at the scene before him he would notice a smoldering building not far from his position. It was a somewhat ornate structure, likely the office of the Raikage. It had been destroyed and made into a molten mess in just a matter of seconds. The immense heat put off by the attack would be blown into the samurai's face, causing him to shift his eyes to the side. As the smoke continued to rise, it was evident that the mountain which harbored the building in question was damaged severely by the blast. If Hastur were there, he was surely dead already.
All of the intensity of war had come over the village. People were evacuating with fervor and panic, the wandering samurai began to wonder if the family he had decided to protect would be safe if they continued to stay behind. It was as the thought crossed his mind that a large molten rock came into view, clearing the distance between the explosion and the residential area below in a matter of seconds. The rock was dropping toward the families abode at high speed, leaving a comet's tail behind it.
"No!" Without hesitation, Watsuji darted through the air, destroying the tiles on the roof he had been perched upon as he as he ascended to intercept the projectile. His hand would grap at his hilt in the familiar Iaido sword drawing style as he sliced the boulder through the center. A loud, powerful lightning strike would sound as he traced a lightning bolt with his blade, shattering the projectile into dozens of manageable fragments which fell onto the roof. He would land, sheathing his blade once more as he panted.
WC: 547