Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 29, 2013 17:08:23 GMT -5
He could hear the raucous celebration and cheers of excitement over three miles away. He laughed to himself as his family and clan were clearly celebrating what they thought was the return of the prodigal son, the one that was going to bring the clan all the way back into power. This thought, as it always did, weighed heavily on him as all of the eyes were on the prodigy of the clan. They held what he thought were impossible standards for Kuro to hit but he could never tell anyone that as he was had to live up to the being the burning beacon of hope. Something he never asked to be, something he never wanted to be.
The walk to the compound was illuminated by the lanterns hung from ropes that ran from house to house, building to building, and it was so bright that despite the lack of lights on the on road, combined with the moon light, that Kuro could see any obstacle in his way. Singing of old family songs, of old tales of once great heroes, and the laughter as alcohol was mixed into the celebrations. Mozoku despite his best efforts to deny it had a predisposition to liquor and often times would be one of the loudest and most active after having one too many. Kuro himself had never gotten anywhere close to the level that Mozoku usually did but at the same time he enjoyed having a good buzz. Something that he was very much looking forward to as his adventures back home thus far had not been what he had expected. He ran into an interesting young woman in the actual space port terminal, a merchant that sold him the weighted clothing and then the prostitute with self-esteem problems. The final one was more of pain in his ass then he would have preferred, it all started with an offer to help move large pieces of metal but it ended with her attacking the prodigy of the Muzai over him stating exactly what she was.
When the entrance to the compound via the road was within the sight Kuro could make out the gate to be decorated with streamers, various pictures and or messages, and then finally lanterns. The Muzai loved to illuminate the night with lanterns when great news illuminated their lives. Kuro walked up to the door and placed both of his hands on the door thinking about what lied beyond. His family, his friends, his homes, and his pain in the ass clan leader Izanami with a laugh the prodigy of the Muzai pushed open the door. Instantly he was slammed with laughter, music and cheering. He actually had to close his eyes for a quick second because of the variety of lights that penetrated his optics. When his eyes finally adjusted to everything he let a smile run across his face.
Children dressed in their finest outfits ran through the street muddying them up much to the chagrin of their parents. Young men were flirting with females that both resided within the compound but also from the surrounding farm areas, the Muzai supported and protected the farming families out of mutual benefit but also out of duty. Some were having much more success than others which Kurosanai had experienced far too many times in the past; Mozoku was the ladies’ man of the two. Adults sat nearby in doorways laughing and telling stories. One common theme of all of them though was that they were drinking. It was a tradition that the Muzai were allowed to drink alcohol due in large part to the fact that many of the Muzai hardly ever ventured beyond the walls of the compound.
Kurosanai made his way down the street taking in all the sights and sounds. No one had noticed that he had returned yet as some children ran past him laughing as he heard yelling from what he could only assume was one of their parents. Then like a sickness rapidly spreading through the crowd murmurs began to leap from mouth to mouth as Kuro passed group after group. Then suddenly a little girl ran forward and stopped in front of the prodigy of the Muzai. Her little chest expanding and contracting rapidly as her eyes locked onto Kuro’s face. Her long dark hair was already past her shoulders and her mouth holding open just a few inches, by what he could tell the little girl was no more than seven years old.
“Are you Mr. Kuro?” The little girl asked through rapid breaths. As soon as she asked the area around him seemed to fall silent as they awaited his answer. The prodigy of the Muzai sank down into a squat position and put his bandaged hand on her shoulder.
“I am Kuro,” He replied with a smile on his face. The girl’s eyes went wide as a smile ripped across her face. She immediately lurched forward and wrapped her little arms around Kurosanai’s neck as he laughed at the little girl’s excitement. After it took a moment for what they just heard to sink in the crowd in the nearby ran forward with cheers and laughter. They never seemed to once consider think of the little girl that Kuro held in his arms. Despite the onslaught of thirty excited half drunken onlookers the prodigy of the Muzai protected the little girl from any injury she might have incurred. When he was finally able to get to his feet he picked up the little girl and placed her on his shoulders as the cheers signaled to the rest of the compound that their beloved hero had returned.
Dozens of people converged on Kuro’s location as he began to battle his way through to his desired destination, the clan leader’s mansion. He knew he had to brief Izanami on what was going on as far as his little task for the mysterious leader of the Omega Collective. It was like moving through a sea of molasses that could hit and punch someone. After what felt like an eternity of screaming and hollering Kurosanai finally managed to get the open area in front of the mansion of Izanami. The crowd seemed to melt away as he entered the area at the edge of Izanami’s steps. Instantly he stood alone as he stared down Izanami who looked far from thrilled to see him. Standing to her side was the prodigy of the Muzai’s parents, Minato and Ai. Their faces opposed to Izanami’s were filled with joy and excitement over the return of their son. Kuro let the little girl slide from his shoulders and placed her on the ground. Before running off she hugged Kurosanai’s leg tight and then disappeared into the crowd. Leaving Kuro to slowly step forward with all eyes on him and a silence fell over the crowd.
“Our hope and pride of the clan set forth a short time ago in order to travel across the stars and compete amongst the strongest fighters in the galaxy. There the pride of the Muzai fought and out competed dozens of competitors before making it into the televised matches. We watched here, back on Earth, with bated breath as you won your first match through blood and grit. The clan rejoiced as the Muzai proved to be nearing our desired return to the top. However unfortunately you were bested in the following match but not before putting up a strong match up against the competitor that would be the first runner up to the entire tournament. Now standing before us is a stronger prodigy, a more experienced prodigy and a man that has grown. Let me welcome you home, Kurosanai Muzai.” Izanami spoke with false pride. Many in the crowd would interpret the speech as one praising Kurosanai but he knew better. Izanami said those words with disgust in her soul.
“Thank you Izanami. I just wanted to thank all of you for your support. I also wanted to apologize I could not bring home the big prize of the galactic tournament. However it is great to be home!” Kuro yelled sending the crowd into a frenzy. He brandished a smile as he waved to the crowd. Izanami though knw that she could not afford to have the crowd love him too much.
“Kurosanai, why do you not show us some of our legendary fighting style right here and now? We all know you have been training in order to develop it in order to return it to the once legendary heights,” Izanami with a smug smile on her face. Instantly the crowd began cheering for him to do exactly that.
“I guess I don’t have much choice do I?” Kuro asked sending the crowd into ecstatic cheers. Deep down inside of his soul though all he wanted to do was sit down and rest. He turned to see a fighter he normally trained with stumble forward. This was just feeding Kurosanai a win and he knew it.
The man sank into a very relaxed fighting stance. The prodigy of the Muzai instead just brandished his Aoiro sending the crowd into a hollering match. The man after waiting a few moments charged forward drunkenly and threw a looping punch. Kurosanai easily ducked under the punch and time seemed to come to a standstill. His eyes could see the ki pulsing through his body, with a quick twitch of his hands he began blocking the ki first in his left arm, then his right arm, followed by his body and the entire combination a simple punch to the face. It was more than enough to send the drunk stumbling backwards gasping for breath. Even with his weighted clothing the movements felt lightning quick, his body must have finally begun to get adjusted to the new weight. The crowd instantly cheered at the sight as he returned his eyes back to normal. He turned to see his parents standing with pride and Izanami clapping unhappily.
Kurosanai walked up the steps where he hugged his father and then his mother but when he turned to shake hands with Izanami she had not extended her hands. Instead she simply stated, “Follow me.” Kurosanai was not sure what to do as he watched Izanami turn and walk into her home. After a moment of hesitation Kuro followed her in as she shut the door behind them. She led him into her meeting room where she flipped the lights on quickly.
“Well I guess it is nice to see you too Izanami,” Kurosanai sassed which was only returned with a look of absolute disgust. “If you are coming to yell at me about losing in the tournament I proved to not be a complete failure as I have managed to obtain a job that I was specifically picked for by Prometheus Zex. I am just waiting for him to call me back for the job to start.” Kuro added.
“That is not why I wanted to see you,” Izanami snapped. Leaving the prodigy of the Muzai confused. “What happened in your first match? The one with that woman.”
“I am not entirely sure.”
“What happened in that match?” Izanami pushed.
“I don’t know! I don’t remember it!” Kurosanai snapped back.
“You better start remembering then!”
“Why? What happened? What is going on?” Kurosanai asked with concern and frustration in his voice.
“What is going is that you are showing signs that you are no longer going to be considered an asset to this clan unless you tell me what happened. Watching that fight I watched you lose complete control of yourself and started to fight like a man possessed. If you are now going to be like that you are useless to me and the clan as you will only bring shame upon the family name, not prestige!” Izanami yelled. Could she have been right? Did he actually fight like a man possessed? He still hadn’t seen a full video of that fight and could only remember bits and pieces of it. What was going? “Figure out what happened. Or you face being side lined for the rest of your life from any opportunity to leave these compound walls again!” Izanami yelled as she left the room leaving Kurosanai standing by himself.
He exhaled as the desire of wanting to cry began to tug at the prodigy of the Muzai. What was happening to him? His eyes rolled to the ceiling as his shoulders slumped. There was nothing like being back at home.
(PL + Tech)
Body Knowledge Area: Left Arm (Muzai Clan Affiliation Only)
Junctures: Hand, wrist, elbow, mid point of upper arm
Effects:
The walk to the compound was illuminated by the lanterns hung from ropes that ran from house to house, building to building, and it was so bright that despite the lack of lights on the on road, combined with the moon light, that Kuro could see any obstacle in his way. Singing of old family songs, of old tales of once great heroes, and the laughter as alcohol was mixed into the celebrations. Mozoku despite his best efforts to deny it had a predisposition to liquor and often times would be one of the loudest and most active after having one too many. Kuro himself had never gotten anywhere close to the level that Mozoku usually did but at the same time he enjoyed having a good buzz. Something that he was very much looking forward to as his adventures back home thus far had not been what he had expected. He ran into an interesting young woman in the actual space port terminal, a merchant that sold him the weighted clothing and then the prostitute with self-esteem problems. The final one was more of pain in his ass then he would have preferred, it all started with an offer to help move large pieces of metal but it ended with her attacking the prodigy of the Muzai over him stating exactly what she was.
When the entrance to the compound via the road was within the sight Kuro could make out the gate to be decorated with streamers, various pictures and or messages, and then finally lanterns. The Muzai loved to illuminate the night with lanterns when great news illuminated their lives. Kuro walked up to the door and placed both of his hands on the door thinking about what lied beyond. His family, his friends, his homes, and his pain in the ass clan leader Izanami with a laugh the prodigy of the Muzai pushed open the door. Instantly he was slammed with laughter, music and cheering. He actually had to close his eyes for a quick second because of the variety of lights that penetrated his optics. When his eyes finally adjusted to everything he let a smile run across his face.
Children dressed in their finest outfits ran through the street muddying them up much to the chagrin of their parents. Young men were flirting with females that both resided within the compound but also from the surrounding farm areas, the Muzai supported and protected the farming families out of mutual benefit but also out of duty. Some were having much more success than others which Kurosanai had experienced far too many times in the past; Mozoku was the ladies’ man of the two. Adults sat nearby in doorways laughing and telling stories. One common theme of all of them though was that they were drinking. It was a tradition that the Muzai were allowed to drink alcohol due in large part to the fact that many of the Muzai hardly ever ventured beyond the walls of the compound.
Kurosanai made his way down the street taking in all the sights and sounds. No one had noticed that he had returned yet as some children ran past him laughing as he heard yelling from what he could only assume was one of their parents. Then like a sickness rapidly spreading through the crowd murmurs began to leap from mouth to mouth as Kuro passed group after group. Then suddenly a little girl ran forward and stopped in front of the prodigy of the Muzai. Her little chest expanding and contracting rapidly as her eyes locked onto Kuro’s face. Her long dark hair was already past her shoulders and her mouth holding open just a few inches, by what he could tell the little girl was no more than seven years old.
“Are you Mr. Kuro?” The little girl asked through rapid breaths. As soon as she asked the area around him seemed to fall silent as they awaited his answer. The prodigy of the Muzai sank down into a squat position and put his bandaged hand on her shoulder.
“I am Kuro,” He replied with a smile on his face. The girl’s eyes went wide as a smile ripped across her face. She immediately lurched forward and wrapped her little arms around Kurosanai’s neck as he laughed at the little girl’s excitement. After it took a moment for what they just heard to sink in the crowd in the nearby ran forward with cheers and laughter. They never seemed to once consider think of the little girl that Kuro held in his arms. Despite the onslaught of thirty excited half drunken onlookers the prodigy of the Muzai protected the little girl from any injury she might have incurred. When he was finally able to get to his feet he picked up the little girl and placed her on his shoulders as the cheers signaled to the rest of the compound that their beloved hero had returned.
Dozens of people converged on Kuro’s location as he began to battle his way through to his desired destination, the clan leader’s mansion. He knew he had to brief Izanami on what was going on as far as his little task for the mysterious leader of the Omega Collective. It was like moving through a sea of molasses that could hit and punch someone. After what felt like an eternity of screaming and hollering Kurosanai finally managed to get the open area in front of the mansion of Izanami. The crowd seemed to melt away as he entered the area at the edge of Izanami’s steps. Instantly he stood alone as he stared down Izanami who looked far from thrilled to see him. Standing to her side was the prodigy of the Muzai’s parents, Minato and Ai. Their faces opposed to Izanami’s were filled with joy and excitement over the return of their son. Kuro let the little girl slide from his shoulders and placed her on the ground. Before running off she hugged Kurosanai’s leg tight and then disappeared into the crowd. Leaving Kuro to slowly step forward with all eyes on him and a silence fell over the crowd.
“Our hope and pride of the clan set forth a short time ago in order to travel across the stars and compete amongst the strongest fighters in the galaxy. There the pride of the Muzai fought and out competed dozens of competitors before making it into the televised matches. We watched here, back on Earth, with bated breath as you won your first match through blood and grit. The clan rejoiced as the Muzai proved to be nearing our desired return to the top. However unfortunately you were bested in the following match but not before putting up a strong match up against the competitor that would be the first runner up to the entire tournament. Now standing before us is a stronger prodigy, a more experienced prodigy and a man that has grown. Let me welcome you home, Kurosanai Muzai.” Izanami spoke with false pride. Many in the crowd would interpret the speech as one praising Kurosanai but he knew better. Izanami said those words with disgust in her soul.
“Thank you Izanami. I just wanted to thank all of you for your support. I also wanted to apologize I could not bring home the big prize of the galactic tournament. However it is great to be home!” Kuro yelled sending the crowd into a frenzy. He brandished a smile as he waved to the crowd. Izanami though knw that she could not afford to have the crowd love him too much.
“Kurosanai, why do you not show us some of our legendary fighting style right here and now? We all know you have been training in order to develop it in order to return it to the once legendary heights,” Izanami with a smug smile on her face. Instantly the crowd began cheering for him to do exactly that.
“I guess I don’t have much choice do I?” Kuro asked sending the crowd into ecstatic cheers. Deep down inside of his soul though all he wanted to do was sit down and rest. He turned to see a fighter he normally trained with stumble forward. This was just feeding Kurosanai a win and he knew it.
The man sank into a very relaxed fighting stance. The prodigy of the Muzai instead just brandished his Aoiro sending the crowd into a hollering match. The man after waiting a few moments charged forward drunkenly and threw a looping punch. Kurosanai easily ducked under the punch and time seemed to come to a standstill. His eyes could see the ki pulsing through his body, with a quick twitch of his hands he began blocking the ki first in his left arm, then his right arm, followed by his body and the entire combination a simple punch to the face. It was more than enough to send the drunk stumbling backwards gasping for breath. Even with his weighted clothing the movements felt lightning quick, his body must have finally begun to get adjusted to the new weight. The crowd instantly cheered at the sight as he returned his eyes back to normal. He turned to see his parents standing with pride and Izanami clapping unhappily.
Kurosanai walked up the steps where he hugged his father and then his mother but when he turned to shake hands with Izanami she had not extended her hands. Instead she simply stated, “Follow me.” Kurosanai was not sure what to do as he watched Izanami turn and walk into her home. After a moment of hesitation Kuro followed her in as she shut the door behind them. She led him into her meeting room where she flipped the lights on quickly.
“Well I guess it is nice to see you too Izanami,” Kurosanai sassed which was only returned with a look of absolute disgust. “If you are coming to yell at me about losing in the tournament I proved to not be a complete failure as I have managed to obtain a job that I was specifically picked for by Prometheus Zex. I am just waiting for him to call me back for the job to start.” Kuro added.
“That is not why I wanted to see you,” Izanami snapped. Leaving the prodigy of the Muzai confused. “What happened in your first match? The one with that woman.”
“I am not entirely sure.”
“What happened in that match?” Izanami pushed.
“I don’t know! I don’t remember it!” Kurosanai snapped back.
“You better start remembering then!”
“Why? What happened? What is going on?” Kurosanai asked with concern and frustration in his voice.
“What is going is that you are showing signs that you are no longer going to be considered an asset to this clan unless you tell me what happened. Watching that fight I watched you lose complete control of yourself and started to fight like a man possessed. If you are now going to be like that you are useless to me and the clan as you will only bring shame upon the family name, not prestige!” Izanami yelled. Could she have been right? Did he actually fight like a man possessed? He still hadn’t seen a full video of that fight and could only remember bits and pieces of it. What was going? “Figure out what happened. Or you face being side lined for the rest of your life from any opportunity to leave these compound walls again!” Izanami yelled as she left the room leaving Kurosanai standing by himself.
He exhaled as the desire of wanting to cry began to tug at the prodigy of the Muzai. What was happening to him? His eyes rolled to the ceiling as his shoulders slumped. There was nothing like being back at home.
(PL + Tech)
Body Knowledge Area: Left Arm (Muzai Clan Affiliation Only)
Junctures: Hand, wrist, elbow, mid point of upper arm
Effects:
- No ki attacks launched from arm
- No ki blades able to formed off of effected arm.
- Perfection Level: Sustained attacks results in gradual loss of functionality of arm
