1 Treasure Hunt [Training/No Kill/Private] Wed Dec 11, 2013 1:02 pm
Iyata
D-rank
Iyata ever since learning from Kaguza Sensei about how to use a sword in combat she had been wanting to find something new besides the traditional Kenjutsu that she had learned fron Kaguza. She had been scouring the village left and right looking for a master of an opposing art that she liked and was finding that she was having a hard time. She knew that Ayakashi and Strafe knew different styles but they were busy individuals and because of that did not want to bother them with her petty want to further her knowledge. Besides she had a odd way about her wanting to seek out knowledge and expertise on her own and under her own conditions. As she has progressed from Genin to Jounin she had many trials that were laid out for her, none of which she could of overcome had it not been for the teachings of Kaguza Sensei. But she was a odd woman that for whatever reason felt it best to learn the hard way about things. She had remembered her father speaking of a man in the center of the village that as a child he would go watch practice his sword and shield technique with the younger Chuunin of the village. She would listen to her father for hours talk about how wonderful the man was with his craft that how fluid he could move his shield and sword together as if they were but a single weapon. It was this skill that she wanted to harness for herself and learn to be able to wield something together with her weapon to make it as one. She remembered these memories fondly because it was a one and off situation that her father and herself could sit down and have a civilized discussion on a topic not dealing with the medical trade that her mother had performed in so well for so many years.
Iyata had disappointed with her parents when she had told them that she did not want to follow in her mothers footsteps, she wanted to be a warrior and healing people was not part of being a warrior for her. It was not because she found the trade to be beneath her, the exact opposite she did not want the pressure of having someone’s life literally hanging in the balance and dependent on whether or not she could before the surgery required for her to save a mans life. So she took the opposite route as a young child and took to liking the way of the sword, she hardly received much encouragement from her peers seeing her as a women and not strong enough to wield a blade but she wanted to prove them wrong just as she would prove her parents wrong when all was said and done. She would prove to everyone that she would be just as good as the Bloody Seven from days old and would one day be able to lift up the sword of the seven and take her rightful place in the history books as one of the Legendary Seven. That was her goal and no one no matter how strong they were no matter how much she loved them no matter how pointed that they could make the argument would ever detour her from that dream. She promised herself long ago that when the chips fell that she would rise above the naysayers and doubtful and look among them and say I did it. No one was going to take that away from her, she needed to prove to herself that she was capable of getting whatever she wanted through hard work and perseverance.
So this is where she stood on the subject and would not dwell on it any longer her mind had been made up and she would move onward to the end result. Iyata found herself standing in the middle of the city and looked around for the man with sword and shield and was having a hard time being able to find him. She remembered her father describing him in detail but the looks to which he must of remembered had long been touched with age, so she was honestly looking for an old man that she did not have a single way to be able to identify him to someone to help her in her search. She walked around the city for what seemed hours with absolutely no success she found it frustrating because ultimately this man was one of the few people that would be able to teach her swordsmanship. She sighed softly getting frustrated at the constant walking and searching. She took a seat at one of the local ramen shops to grab a bite to eat. She looked at the cook as she took her seat down at the bar just inside the establishment.
“Welcome young Aisu…” the cook greeted her. Iyata blinked softly that he knew her family but realized that she was wearing the clan crest on her chest right above her heart on her training garment and felt less paranoid by knowing that. Iyata smiled and bowed her head to the cook and placed her order. As she waited for the order to be made she turned her ear to those around her listening for a mentioning of the old man that she sought out. She knew it would be a long shot but she also knew that a man with as much reverence as the man in her fathers story he had to be well known by someone. She was also told at a young age that the best way to find out information was listen to the old timers in her village. They were a wealth of knowledge and information that was not readily known, as they all liked to gossip more then women do. She came to the conclusion as to the reason that was, is that they had reached a point in their life where they did not care any longer about what they said, where it was said and to whom it was said to. They had lived their lives conducting themselves with poise and reserve that at some point they just lost the use of their natural born filter.
Her food arrived and she smiled grateful to the cook and grabbed up her chopsticks and dove into it with gusto. She spent a good ten minutes focusing on solely her food when something came to her attention, a group of men in the back mumbled something between the two. Typically she would not of cared much about it but she was curious, she took her bowl from the bar and scooted herself further into the back of the small restaurant and took up a seat a few down from the old men and listened intently keeping her gaze down at her food and just listened.
“Did you hear that Seto came back?”
“No I did not, what brings that old swordswinger back to town? I should probably go say my hello’s”
“I don’t know, I just heard the rumor he has returned back to the village…”He took a long draw on his pipe and blew a small thin stream of smoke from his lips. “But Good luck finding him, I heard he is somewhere outside the city holed up in a cave somewhere…least that is what I heard.” The old man chuckled.
“Really…”The other man smirked softly and shook his head, “Gensa your senile. Why would Seto be holed up in a cave somewhere, he is a very well embraced hero to the village.” The other man shook his head gently, “Apparently his granddaughter was killed… no one knows how or why, but Seto has taken it pretty hard. Last he was seen was in the forest wandering aimlessly, you know the one just outside the village.”
Iyata tuned everything else out the old men had to say she quickly finished her bowl of ramen and ran outside the building, it was the one and only lead she had at this point and she had planned on making sure that she followed up on it. She quickly made her way out of the village and took off running towards the large forest that was just outside the village. As she entered the forest she took care to remember that there was beasts that roamed the area looking to pray upon individuals such as herself, but she was not afraid she was elated because she finally had the tip that she had been looking for and was going to finally locate that old hermit and find out what he knew and what he could teach her. The only problem that stood in her way at this particular moment was how was she to know that this old man that she was tearing up the forest looking for the correct man. In hind sight she really did not know, but she had to take believe.
To be Continued….
[Training: Bukijutsu Sub Spec: Swordsmanship | 1506/1500]
Iyata had disappointed with her parents when she had told them that she did not want to follow in her mothers footsteps, she wanted to be a warrior and healing people was not part of being a warrior for her. It was not because she found the trade to be beneath her, the exact opposite she did not want the pressure of having someone’s life literally hanging in the balance and dependent on whether or not she could before the surgery required for her to save a mans life. So she took the opposite route as a young child and took to liking the way of the sword, she hardly received much encouragement from her peers seeing her as a women and not strong enough to wield a blade but she wanted to prove them wrong just as she would prove her parents wrong when all was said and done. She would prove to everyone that she would be just as good as the Bloody Seven from days old and would one day be able to lift up the sword of the seven and take her rightful place in the history books as one of the Legendary Seven. That was her goal and no one no matter how strong they were no matter how much she loved them no matter how pointed that they could make the argument would ever detour her from that dream. She promised herself long ago that when the chips fell that she would rise above the naysayers and doubtful and look among them and say I did it. No one was going to take that away from her, she needed to prove to herself that she was capable of getting whatever she wanted through hard work and perseverance.
So this is where she stood on the subject and would not dwell on it any longer her mind had been made up and she would move onward to the end result. Iyata found herself standing in the middle of the city and looked around for the man with sword and shield and was having a hard time being able to find him. She remembered her father describing him in detail but the looks to which he must of remembered had long been touched with age, so she was honestly looking for an old man that she did not have a single way to be able to identify him to someone to help her in her search. She walked around the city for what seemed hours with absolutely no success she found it frustrating because ultimately this man was one of the few people that would be able to teach her swordsmanship. She sighed softly getting frustrated at the constant walking and searching. She took a seat at one of the local ramen shops to grab a bite to eat. She looked at the cook as she took her seat down at the bar just inside the establishment.
“Welcome young Aisu…” the cook greeted her. Iyata blinked softly that he knew her family but realized that she was wearing the clan crest on her chest right above her heart on her training garment and felt less paranoid by knowing that. Iyata smiled and bowed her head to the cook and placed her order. As she waited for the order to be made she turned her ear to those around her listening for a mentioning of the old man that she sought out. She knew it would be a long shot but she also knew that a man with as much reverence as the man in her fathers story he had to be well known by someone. She was also told at a young age that the best way to find out information was listen to the old timers in her village. They were a wealth of knowledge and information that was not readily known, as they all liked to gossip more then women do. She came to the conclusion as to the reason that was, is that they had reached a point in their life where they did not care any longer about what they said, where it was said and to whom it was said to. They had lived their lives conducting themselves with poise and reserve that at some point they just lost the use of their natural born filter.
Her food arrived and she smiled grateful to the cook and grabbed up her chopsticks and dove into it with gusto. She spent a good ten minutes focusing on solely her food when something came to her attention, a group of men in the back mumbled something between the two. Typically she would not of cared much about it but she was curious, she took her bowl from the bar and scooted herself further into the back of the small restaurant and took up a seat a few down from the old men and listened intently keeping her gaze down at her food and just listened.
“Did you hear that Seto came back?”
“No I did not, what brings that old swordswinger back to town? I should probably go say my hello’s”
“I don’t know, I just heard the rumor he has returned back to the village…”He took a long draw on his pipe and blew a small thin stream of smoke from his lips. “But Good luck finding him, I heard he is somewhere outside the city holed up in a cave somewhere…least that is what I heard.” The old man chuckled.
“Really…”The other man smirked softly and shook his head, “Gensa your senile. Why would Seto be holed up in a cave somewhere, he is a very well embraced hero to the village.” The other man shook his head gently, “Apparently his granddaughter was killed… no one knows how or why, but Seto has taken it pretty hard. Last he was seen was in the forest wandering aimlessly, you know the one just outside the village.”
Iyata tuned everything else out the old men had to say she quickly finished her bowl of ramen and ran outside the building, it was the one and only lead she had at this point and she had planned on making sure that she followed up on it. She quickly made her way out of the village and took off running towards the large forest that was just outside the village. As she entered the forest she took care to remember that there was beasts that roamed the area looking to pray upon individuals such as herself, but she was not afraid she was elated because she finally had the tip that she had been looking for and was going to finally locate that old hermit and find out what he knew and what he could teach her. The only problem that stood in her way at this particular moment was how was she to know that this old man that she was tearing up the forest looking for the correct man. In hind sight she really did not know, but she had to take believe.
To be Continued….
[Training: Bukijutsu Sub Spec: Swordsmanship | 1506/1500]