1 Pep Talk [Training] Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:44 am
Daraku
D-rank
Daraku had settled into a room at the far end of the mansion, near the Barracks, so he could watch the nameless henchmen train for hours on end from his window. They were so focused, it was almost crazy. From the rumors he'd heard, they were some sort of army enlisted to the service of the original owners of the mansion, a group of drug dealers or something. This was just based on the whispers among the henchmen themselves, Daraku hadn't heard anything too definitive on it from Tsuyo or anything, but it was still something to think about. A bunch of mercenaries so easily swayed to the service of a mysterious organization. Nonetheless, they were entertaining to watch in battle; some were proficient in their skills, slinging jutsu and swinging weapons around like nobody's business, hitting the dummies with critical precision, while others were somewhat hopeless and had no place in the Bara. They'd be no good in a fight, that was for sure. As he contemplated how to whip them into shape, he figured he may as well just take over as military leader for the Aoi Bara and be their commander. It was a fun notion to play with; he changed his clothes into more form-fitting black battle gear put on the Aoi Bara cloak before leaving his chambers and going out into the Barracks.
By the time Daraku had gotten down to the ground floor and headed outside to the training grounds, the various mercenaries had separated off into groups and taken a break, socializing and whatnot. He waited for the short break to elapse, and when they went back to hitting the dummies, a few of them noticed him standing there, watching them intently. They were sheepish still, not mentioning it and acting as if he wasn't there. Based on Daraku's appearance, he had to be of high enough rank in the organization, which he liked to think of himself as being. His cloak fluttered lightly in the wind as his ice blue eyes bore into each and every mercenary's soul. Finally, one of the braver men in the bunch approached Daraku head-on, walking up to him and standing right in front of him. They had a short stare-down, until the man spoke. "Well. What are you doing here? Just watching us? What do you want?" Daraku smirked.
"I'm Matsuro, Daraku, and since I've got nothing else to do until Tsuyo gives all of us our next task, I've appointed myself as all of you ingrates' military force captain. Basically, what I'm saying is that I'm your new superior, and we're going to have some violent fun today. Go back to hitting the dummies like all your friends while I figure out a training regimen that would fit the circumstances and really challenge you guys..." The man didn't walk away, merely stood there, as if he hadn't heard Daraku. Unimpressed, Daraku unsheathed his prized sword, Hikō. "Did I stutter? Get back to training, before I shred you to pieces." Now fairly intimidated, the guy scurried back to the crowd like a frightened mouse. Daraku smiled with content.
"I like this already."
Learning Ninjutsu
Word Count: 544/1,500
By the time Daraku had gotten down to the ground floor and headed outside to the training grounds, the various mercenaries had separated off into groups and taken a break, socializing and whatnot. He waited for the short break to elapse, and when they went back to hitting the dummies, a few of them noticed him standing there, watching them intently. They were sheepish still, not mentioning it and acting as if he wasn't there. Based on Daraku's appearance, he had to be of high enough rank in the organization, which he liked to think of himself as being. His cloak fluttered lightly in the wind as his ice blue eyes bore into each and every mercenary's soul. Finally, one of the braver men in the bunch approached Daraku head-on, walking up to him and standing right in front of him. They had a short stare-down, until the man spoke. "Well. What are you doing here? Just watching us? What do you want?" Daraku smirked.
"I'm Matsuro, Daraku, and since I've got nothing else to do until Tsuyo gives all of us our next task, I've appointed myself as all of you ingrates' military force captain. Basically, what I'm saying is that I'm your new superior, and we're going to have some violent fun today. Go back to hitting the dummies like all your friends while I figure out a training regimen that would fit the circumstances and really challenge you guys..." The man didn't walk away, merely stood there, as if he hadn't heard Daraku. Unimpressed, Daraku unsheathed his prized sword, Hikō. "Did I stutter? Get back to training, before I shred you to pieces." Now fairly intimidated, the guy scurried back to the crowd like a frightened mouse. Daraku smiled with content.
"I like this already."
Learning Ninjutsu
Word Count: 544/1,500