1 To Whom the Bell Tolls [Seven Swordsman Mission] Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:35 pm
Yuudai
D-rank
It was time for it all to begin. To defend and attack. That was the task set before the currently crowned Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It seemed as if now was the time to strike, taking any advantage that would tilt the balance in favour of the Hidden Mist, doing whatever one could possibly could to hinder the Seven Bells. Anything that could possibly be done, had to be done. It was their goal, their objective, that would tilt the balance. Whomever was in possession of one of the Legendary Swords of the Mist had the same weight upon their shoulders, the same end goal. The blades that would mold the future of Kirigakure no Sato were in dire need at this particular time, however much they could get accomplished. Whether the results be a minor victory or a major victory, it would be beneficial towards the cause of the Village Hidden in the Mist regardless. The only thing they could not risk, the one thing that should be avoided at all costs, be a loss, no matter how significant of a role it would play. It was all about morale, and to keep it up, not only for the shinobi who were fighting, but for the civilians who wanted to keep their faith in their forces. One loss for them could potentially cause a downward spiral.
Yuudai had his swords prepared. His two katanas remaining sheathed and suspended from the stark white sash he wore to keep them in place. While they would certainly aid him in any which way the Aisu clan head would seek, more so from Setsura than the unnamed weapon, he knew that Serpent’s Tongue would be far more beneficial in his quest. Serpent’s Tongue steadily rested, on the opposing side of his two katanas, on his left, currently in a sheath he managed to acquire, though it was only of use when the blade would remain in it’s gladius form. The question was, was he prepared to use it in such a vital battle? Was he experienced enough with the blade whip to use in a battle? Good enough at handling to bring harm down on only his enemies' heads? Whips were tricky on their own, to add blades to it only made it more dangerous to both parties if the wielder was a novice, even more to the wielder if they couldn’t gain a grasp on the motions behind such a weapon. It was solely upon the wielder of the blade to unlock the potential of the weapon, something that would come to him in the future, though for now it continued to linger in the air, not knowing when it could possibly occur.
He stood there, letting the light wind breeze past him, carrying on it the smell of rain. The light breeze blowing against him, allowing his mane to be lightly carried by the gust. The sky was overcast and dark, it was likely to rain today. Letting out a muted sigh, he began walking. A single task fell before him and the other Swordsmen of the Mist. An objective that was fairly simple, the task itself would prove to be difficult. Assassinating the Seven Bells, a task that would clearly prove to be of the utmost difficulty, one he presumed would be hard to accomplish alone, but he needed to leave as soon as possible, time was ticking. Once the clock started, there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Thus, once Yuudai had began to make his way to the location he was given, the clock had already began. A lake, that’s where he was headed, though one caused by the numerous amounts of battles that occurred around the village. A manmade construct, not one that nature herself bestowed to the lands.
It had taken under five minutes of him receiving word that the assassination that was to take place and his arrival at the given location. By the time Yuudai had arrived, the rain already began to trickle down with no signs of it going away anytime soon. It was somewhat reminiscent of his previous battle with Mizuru, with the rain pouring down, but today was much lighter; as for now. His wound wasn’t close to being fully healed, but that wouldn’t slight his performance, as the bleeding had been blockaded by the bandages that Himitsu had applied once he found his way back home.
There was blood on the field, blood in the shallow hole in the ground. A lake of blood. His assumption had already resulted it had to do with the battles around the village, though the significance behind it was lost on the purple-haired individual. His vision quickly searched the perimeter of the area from the tree branch he was perched upon, knowing it wasn’t best to walk in blind to something that was difficult just upon hearing it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be alone for the majority of the task, but there was nothing he could do at the moment to remedy it. It was required the task be accomplished as fast as possible, and if that meant he had to divert attention for a bit, just like his battle with Mizuru, he could do as such. As long as he walked pit alive, he’d have done something on benefit for the village and the other swordsman whom had also been given the task. Drawing out Serpent’s Tongue, Yuudai didn’t allow the blade to taste his blood just yet, the moment wasn’t the right one to do so. If anything, he needed to do it when he knew he wouldn’t be ambushed, and as of right now, they could possibly know his whereabouts. Now, it was just waiting for the opportune moment for him to strike.
Yuudai had his swords prepared. His two katanas remaining sheathed and suspended from the stark white sash he wore to keep them in place. While they would certainly aid him in any which way the Aisu clan head would seek, more so from Setsura than the unnamed weapon, he knew that Serpent’s Tongue would be far more beneficial in his quest. Serpent’s Tongue steadily rested, on the opposing side of his two katanas, on his left, currently in a sheath he managed to acquire, though it was only of use when the blade would remain in it’s gladius form. The question was, was he prepared to use it in such a vital battle? Was he experienced enough with the blade whip to use in a battle? Good enough at handling to bring harm down on only his enemies' heads? Whips were tricky on their own, to add blades to it only made it more dangerous to both parties if the wielder was a novice, even more to the wielder if they couldn’t gain a grasp on the motions behind such a weapon. It was solely upon the wielder of the blade to unlock the potential of the weapon, something that would come to him in the future, though for now it continued to linger in the air, not knowing when it could possibly occur.
He stood there, letting the light wind breeze past him, carrying on it the smell of rain. The light breeze blowing against him, allowing his mane to be lightly carried by the gust. The sky was overcast and dark, it was likely to rain today. Letting out a muted sigh, he began walking. A single task fell before him and the other Swordsmen of the Mist. An objective that was fairly simple, the task itself would prove to be difficult. Assassinating the Seven Bells, a task that would clearly prove to be of the utmost difficulty, one he presumed would be hard to accomplish alone, but he needed to leave as soon as possible, time was ticking. Once the clock started, there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Thus, once Yuudai had began to make his way to the location he was given, the clock had already began. A lake, that’s where he was headed, though one caused by the numerous amounts of battles that occurred around the village. A manmade construct, not one that nature herself bestowed to the lands.
It had taken under five minutes of him receiving word that the assassination that was to take place and his arrival at the given location. By the time Yuudai had arrived, the rain already began to trickle down with no signs of it going away anytime soon. It was somewhat reminiscent of his previous battle with Mizuru, with the rain pouring down, but today was much lighter; as for now. His wound wasn’t close to being fully healed, but that wouldn’t slight his performance, as the bleeding had been blockaded by the bandages that Himitsu had applied once he found his way back home.
There was blood on the field, blood in the shallow hole in the ground. A lake of blood. His assumption had already resulted it had to do with the battles around the village, though the significance behind it was lost on the purple-haired individual. His vision quickly searched the perimeter of the area from the tree branch he was perched upon, knowing it wasn’t best to walk in blind to something that was difficult just upon hearing it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be alone for the majority of the task, but there was nothing he could do at the moment to remedy it. It was required the task be accomplished as fast as possible, and if that meant he had to divert attention for a bit, just like his battle with Mizuru, he could do as such. As long as he walked pit alive, he’d have done something on benefit for the village and the other swordsman whom had also been given the task. Drawing out Serpent’s Tongue, Yuudai didn’t allow the blade to taste his blood just yet, the moment wasn’t the right one to do so. If anything, he needed to do it when he knew he wouldn’t be ambushed, and as of right now, they could possibly know his whereabouts. Now, it was just waiting for the opportune moment for him to strike.
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