Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Mar 15, 2014 12:50:15 GMT -5
Nasu had heard many rumors as he approached the dojo in the heart of New Vegeta. He’d heard a powerful master lived there, he’d heard the master was willing to teach those he found worthy, and most importantly he’d heard Zeke had trained under him before.
Nasu had fought Zeke in the past, it was Zeke who made him his sword out of thin air, and Zeke had beat him down seemingly pretty easily. And if Zeke was capable of all these things imagine what his master was able to do.
On top of that Nasu had been next to useless when the church attacked his family and his homeland. In the fight he had been relegated to running around trying to heal members of the Hattori family, completely unable to fight knowing he’d have gotten his ass kicked handily had he even tried. With all this in mind he showed up to the blade hermit’s door determined that he would get stronger in order to protect those he loved. The fact that more than half of New Vegeta was in ruins and the dojo still stood tall was testament enough to the hermit’s strengths.
As he stood on the doorstep he wasn’t really sure what the etiquette was to try and become the newest disciple...no that wasn’t right, pupil maybe. That would have to do for now. He didn’t know what the protocol was on how to become the hermit’s newest pupil. He did remember one thing his mother had told him when he was very young though. Never show up to someone’s house empty handed. With that in mind he had gone into the market and bought a fresh cake for the master and his wife.
Cake in one hand he approached the door and knocked loudly so anyone inside would be able to hear it in the massive compound. It was only as the last echo of his knock faded he remembered Zeke’s sword.
The sword the strange saiyan had made for him was hidden as always on his back able to be pulled pretty easily in case of emergency. However being a stranger in a prominent saiyan’s house it probably wasn’t a good idea to walk in with a concealed weapon. That in mind he drew the sword in his free hand.
Which of course was a terrible idea.
Now it looked like Nasu was planning on threatening if not outright attacking the master as he answered the door. Especially this close to the attacks on the planet from the Universal Church of One the master probably had his guard up constantly. If anything he’d see the sword and attack Nasu instantly fearing the worlds worst surprise attack.
Maybe if the sword was in it’s sheathe it would give off a better impression, or at least not get him killed before he had a chance to explain his idiocy. Since the sheathe was hidden under his shirt as to conceal the sword normally he needed both hands to undo it. Using his telekinesis Nasu holds the cake floating in mid air, holds the sword between his legs Nasu pulls his shirt over his head and starts to undo the sheathe.
It was of course at that moment the front door begins to open...
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Mar 15, 2014 21:22:29 GMT -5
There was a sudden rattle and then a creak as the doors of the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo opened, the seven foot man within looking down on a very odd scene. He tilted his head, not quite sure what to make of the situation quite yet.
"What are you doing?" a familiar voice would inquire.
Zeke had also come by the Dojo, stealthily sneaking his way in so he could attempt to catch Master Masamune off guard and attack him outright. Zeke had to be sure his master's guard was never down and that his skills stayed sharp if Zeke were to learn from him. But it seemed like his own skill was at its peak, the Master outweighed him in experience and power. Things that could not be taught. Zeke stayed anyway, figuring he soon could pick something up. Maybe the duel wielding technique? Or the tri or quad blade? Yes, apparently both existed.
And now he had a new sparing partner for if the Master ever chose to appear. Zeke had no luck finding the man or his wife. He had thought about having a snack, but didn't want to invade the couple's fridge. He tried to create food, but it didn't taste very good at all. There was something he wanted to learn from Lady Masamune; the art of spawning delicious food in seconds.
He eyed the cake. It looked rather good right now...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 22:42:32 GMT -5
Having defended New Vegeta, or what little was left standing, the Master and Mistress of the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo had decided that they should spend a sometime relaxing together. After all, the two of them very well could have died in the invasion. On this particular day the two were coming back to from the theaters.
“What did you think of Space Avengers dear?”
“Freaking amazing; naturally.”
As they turned the corner leading to their beloved Dojo, they noticed a man seemingly stripping while also wielding a blade with his feet. A cake floated before him. Then the door opened and Zeke appeared, speaking in a familiar tone with the man.
"What are you doing?"
While Zeke began to eye the cake the couple appeared, casually walking through the pair of befuddled saiyans and entered the house; Kosho lifting the cake from Nasu’s telekinetic grasp with his finger tips and he slipped past his pupil. A ravenous sound could be heard for a few moments, before the Hermit would reappear on the steps, wiping his mouth.
“Nothing better than an after movie snack. Ezekial, did you spring another couple of inches? Damn, you should probably stop eating your vegetables now.”
Then his eyes fell to the bringer of the cake. Definitely a good move if his intention was to put the Master in a good mood. At the moment he seemed to be in a bit of struggle with his ensemble.
“Sooo... What can I do you for bub?”
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Mar 19, 2014 15:28:17 GMT -5
Oh kias above the door opened as Nasu stood there half dressed, sword between his legs and it was...Zeke? Oh thank the supreme kia it was only Zeke, he still hadn’t ruined his chance to make a good first impression on the master of the dojo.
“What are you doing?” Zeke asked the expression on his face one of confusion. Nasu didn’t blame him, this had to be one hell of an odd scene, he knew exactly what had happened and even he found it a bit ridiculous. But hey at least Master Masamune wasn’t the one to see it.
No sooner had that thought passed through his head than another pair of saiyans walked past Nasu and Zeke, one of them swiping the cake from midair not even pausing in his stride. Moments later the sounds of the cake being devoured floated outside. Nasu looked at Zeke, “That was Master Masamune wasn’t it?”
Zeke didn’t really need to confirm it, who else would just walk into the dojo like that. Before Zeke had a chance to answer however the master appeared in the doorway again eyeing Zeke up and down.
“Nothing better than an after movie snack. Ezekial, did you spring another couple of inches? Damn, you should probably stop eating your vegetables now.” he joked. His eyes quickly found Nasu who stupidly hadn’t taken the brief opportunity to put his shirt back on.
“Sooo... What can I do you for bub?” he said. Nasu blushed and rushed to put his shirt back on and sheath the sword. So many explanations rushed through his head. Maybe he could say he was cake delivery leave and come back another time. The master wouldn’t remember him right? No that was stupid. What if he said the cake was poisoned? No that’s even worse and the master would probably kill him on the spot. In the end Nasu just slumped his shoulders feeling defeated already.
“Hi Zeke, I can explain I swear...just not very well.” he said putting on hand behind his head in an awkward gesture. “Master Masamune, I uh...I’ve heard you...I was hoping you would take me in and train me.” he said finally. Maybe if he fled fast enough he could leave New Vegeta before the story of how stupid he looked right now circulated around…
No he was determined not be useless the next time people he cared about were in danger. He gathered himself up and tried again. “Sir, I know this probably looks ridiculous but there’s an explanation, but that’s beside the point for the moment. Zeke is one of the strongest men I’ve ever fought and he was trained by you. I was hoping you would take me on as a pupil as well.”
Much better he actually managed to get through two sentences without embarrassing himself. Still Nasu looked at Zeke hoping for some kind of back up that he wasn’t as crazy as this had to look.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Mar 20, 2014 21:02:08 GMT -5
The cake wasn't long finding it's way away from Zeke's gaze. Kosho Masamune swiped it quickly, trying to scorf it down quickly before Zeke could ask for a piece. He never caught Lady M's look as he did so, but chances were she was used to this kind of nonsense by now. Zeke just rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to remember that one, Master." Zeke informed the man.
Nasu was having a hard time trying to get the right words out to speak to Kosho and looked at Zeke for help. Would be a real dick move to just up and walk away right about now... Zeke did have to do this all on his own before, going on to another planet and fighting in a tournament first. Kosho likely had plans for the boy as well.
"Nasu here took interest in the sword after I met him. I made him a blade and showed him some basics on it... other than that he's a clean slate. I can say his blade is of better quality than that first one I had. Remember that?"
The sword he simply called Nodachi. Zeke kept it hidden away just in case... it was just a cheaply crafted blade he made from a steel pole one day with his matter manipulation. But it was still his first crafted blade. Zeke wondered when and if the Master would show him to craft them by hand.
Zeke also wondered if Lady M could provide some tips on materializing food. Zeke was hungry... he would slip away to find her and ask if she would be so kind as to show him a thing or two.
[[OOC: Feel free to post around me. I'll drop in when called or when I can.]]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 0:01:04 GMT -5
The boy at his front step was proving to be just as awkward as he initially appeared. Or perhaps he was just nervous? Yes, he supposed not all were as cold as Zeke; though one could hardly blame him with the way in which he was raised.
“Hi Zeke, I can explain I swear...just not very well.”
The half-saiyan replied before placing his head behind his head; an odd character indeed. But this newcomer knew the Master’s prize student? Then he would withhold judgment.
“Master Masamune, I uh...I’ve heard you...I was hoping you would take me in and train me.”
How very… Vague, the Master thought to himself, as well as straight to the point. It seemed to be happening a lot to him lately. Didn’t anyone just want to drinks beers and watch the Space Patriots’ game? Conri had asked him nearly right away, and may have earlier if not for the punch to the face as a result of mistaken identity.
"Nasu here took interest in the sword after I met him. I made him a blade and showed him some basics on it... other than that he's a clean slate. I can say his blade is of better quality than that first one I had. Remember that?"
The Blade Hermit’s eyebrow peaked with his curiosity as he turned to Zeke, he appeared to be having an internal moment, with a smile.
“Taking a fancy to weapon creation are we? Well no better a teacher than the universe’s greatest blacksmith. Someday soon Ezekial-san, I shall show you the art of forging a sword. Perhaps you will find the serenity and joy in it that I do. As for now, my wife wanted me to send you to the kitchen.”
He would teach him much, including the Dojo’s titular technique; perhaps sooner than later. As the seven foot shadow disappeared he turned back to this new arrival. Taking in a breath a familiar scent filled his nostrils, coupled with a matching familiarity in the boy’s ki signature. As the first sentence would leave his lips, he would turn and walk into the greeting room. Should Nasu follow the door would shut itself behind him.
“First of all, come in boy. Second, you are bold for a stranger, however I do not teach strangers. My training is not something to be wasted on those who would misuse it. I instruct students whom I know and whom I know I can trust. So, Nasu, who are you?”
As he finished he would turn around to face the boy; his hands cupped comfortably behind his back.
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When Ezekial entered the kitchen, he would find an array of freshly bought groceries strewn upon the table. She had gotten them in the afternoon before the couple had set out to see a movie in preparation for the lesson.
“Well now Zeke, don’t I remember you saying something about wanting to learn the secret of my culinary magic?”
The vision would appear, passing far under the towering apprentice and over to the other side of the table. A beautiful smile worn upon her face, she showed no hint of her age; truly the greatest genetic perk awared to a female saiyans. She was excited; it was not very often she got to teach someone such skills, most swordsman did not take a liking to the art.
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Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
Gohan
Governor of Earth
Posts: 356
Base: 167,396
Full Power: 334,792
Inner-Strength: 669,684
SSJ: 1,841,356
Zeni: 2,381
Items: Folgen, Heavy Weights, Standard Spaceship, Gravity Chamber(x100), Simulator 2.0, 1 point, Space Car
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Mar 30, 2014 13:17:57 GMT -5
Nasu smiled as Zeke walked in the house to the kitchen, he had noticed Zeke eyeing the cake he brought before Master Masamune grabbed it. His attention snapped back to Masamune as he began speaking.
“First of all, come in boy.” Masamune said turning away from Nasu and walking into the house. Nasu followed and the door closed behind them on it’s own. Nasu couldn’t help but feel oddly trapped, he felt the master wouldn’t harm him without being provoked but the feeling still lingered. “Second, you are bold for a stranger, however I do not teach strangers. My training is not something to be wasted on those who would misuse it. I instruct students whom I know and whom I know I can trust. So, Nasu, who are you?
Master Masamune had a point Nasu hadn’t told him anything aside from the fact that he wanted to learn from him. Why should he share his teaching’s with a complete stranger?
He followed Master Masamune inside to a large greeting room. There was a TV against the wall and that brought Nasu’s thoughts to the fact that it was Sunday and the Space Patriots would be on. He wondered if he could use his telekinesis to turn on the tv and watch the game without Master Masamune noticing.
“Well Master my name is Nasu. To summarize my life…” he tried to think, there was so much that he didn’t share with others, there was so much that he couldn’t share, but still he had to tell him something. On top of that the question was surprisingly deep for something so simple? Who was he?
“Well sir, for the first part of my life I was a homeless boy, it made me stronger so I thought. After years of training I became a mercenary. I sold my strength to the highest bidder, I tried to help people where I could but in the end I had a job to do and one way or another I made sure I did my job. But then everything changed when the church invaded. There were people that I cared about that I wanted to protect, but I could feel their energy levels. If I had tried to interfere in their fight I would have only gotten in the way, been a liability.” He looked at the man hoping he’d understand how painful that statement was. His entire life he had relied on his own strength his own power to get by, and for the first time he knew he would have only be a nuisance. “I couldn’t help people I wanted to protect.” Nasu would raise his head looking the man full in eyes. “And that’s why I’m here. I realized there is only so much stronger you can get for yourself, you can only get so far on your own. I need to be stronger for others and for that I need a teacher.” Even if it didn’t exactly go into full details about everything that happened in the palace or that he wanted to protect his family, he hoped it would be enough to sway Masamune or at least tell the man more about himself. But he pulled himself up short. Aside from the fact that he had taught Zeke, Nasu didn’t know anything about Master Masamune either.
“Please sir, would you mind telling me a bit more about yourself as well? It might give me a better idea what you’re looking for in a student?”
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Mar 31, 2014 18:13:39 GMT -5
Entering the kitchen, Zeke noted that the woman had no problems handling the mass of bagged food that she had to carry in from the car. As Saiyans, the two of them must go through quite alot. But it made no sense in a way. If she could create food, why buy groceries? That would be like Zeke buying clothes instead of just creating them on himself, as he did. However, he simply smiled back and nodded.
"Yes, I did say that. You know the saying, give a man a fish and he eats for a day, but teach a man to fish..." Zeke grinned and crossed his arms. "... he gets to sit in a boat and drink all day." A fitting joke he'd picked up from the bar. Not usually one to use them, he had been recently relaxing alot more and adapting to normal life much better. At first, being an ex-assassin trying to ease into a normal life was hard. But all the people he'd bet had helped guide him into it, knowingly or not.
There was another reason why he wanted to learn her skills. "Also, it's a technique that my mother possessed as well. I can remember how amazed I was every time she used it... honestly it's one of the few memories I have of her." His smile disappeared as his eyes trailed off to the cupboards below a stove. He remembered only being as tall as the counter back then, looking up at her. She always kept her long brown hair down, always wore an all white summer dress in his memories.
Out in the hall he caught the tail end of Nasu's words, him asking to know more about Master Masamune. Zeke took a step back and said "He's a picky eater, loves fine wine, enjoys long walks on the beach and his favorite Football team is the Space Broncos!" before Masamune could answer for himself. He would duck back into the kitchen to avoid any yelling, curses or thrown objects, as Zeke knew very well that the last part would be of the greatest annoyance.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 1:28:32 GMT -5
With a slight of hand the door slammed shut and the roomed was magically sealed against sound just as the ‘B’ left Zeke’s lips. Meanwhile the new boy stumbled at first, seemingly unsure of himself. Kosho could admit that, on the spot, it would be quite difficult to ‘catch someone up on your life,’ yet the Master demanded no less. The teachings of the Grandmasters were not to be wasted on those that would abuse them. The Blade Hermit had seen too many that haunted his doorway. Zeke was the first one to give the aging master hope in a long time.
However this boy’s story did not sit well with Masamune. The master could not put a finger on it and reasoned he may just be looking for holes. He had become quite untrusting in the years his school remained close. Too many untrustworthy disciples, but he could not judge everyone for their actions… Though he did make Zeke enter the Galactic Tournament in a faraway asteroid city thing hosted by some shady individual to prove his worth.
“I care not for ambiguity; we will come to know each other quite well. I only teach the school’s Master techniques of those I truly trust to wield them justly. But you are right; we as saiyans can only become stronger when we look to others. It was something Goku proved long ago, and is a teaching carried on by his son into the school’s two principle aspects; teamwork and swordsmanship.
As for me… Heh… I was orphaned by an evil empire led by a dynasty of Icejin and subsequently abducted and risen to serve them. I had been told that my ship had been destroyed while traveling through a massive asteroid field and that they had ‘saved’ me from the wreckage, along with my ancestral sword, the Masamune. In their organization I was bred to ‘clean’ a prospective planet for resell; ‘cleaning’ of course meaning the genocide of its inhabitants.
I was rose to commander as I moved up the ranks. On one mission I was sent to find an alleged powerful mystic rumored to possess the ability to see in to the future, an ability the dynasty greatly desired. I tracked her down, came to her home and killed her family when the leapt to defend her. She then cursed me to suffer every memory of those whom I kill and thrust herself upon the blade. The instantaneous infusion of her every last thought; every pain, love, loss, rise, fall.It nearly destroyed my mind.
I deserted and drank myself into a stupor. At first, I sort of held it together. Was a mercenary myself come to think of it, ran a group of… Well bandits really. But the whole not killing thing became a problem, as well as not constantly being haunted by the old mystic’s memories. Then I went off the deep end. Eventually, things turned around I met a red majin; I like to call Big Red. He was rough around the edges, kind of a dick. We struck out; both of us outcasts. We met an android; the creation of my father’s master scientist brother, the rebirth of my fallen cousin.
Anyways, then we met this really angry Namekian guy who was the most virtuous SOB I’ve ever met; I called him Green Bean. Then it kind of blew up from there, ha ha. I reclaimed the magical Brave Sword, once the weapon of Grandmaster Trunks, and defeated the man who sent my parents to their deaths to reclaim the Order of the Kensaru, which had always been led by a Masamune; my mother’s brother and evil sorcerer/swordsman. See I learned while my father’s side was master bladesmiths/swordsmen, my mother’s was powerful sorcerers/sorceresses.
I died somewhere in there too. Trained with a god, redeemed my soul and reclaimed life. The super team grew and we defended the galaxy from danger when it arose. Met back up with my evil uncle, because, you know the whole curse thing. Big battle with a bunch of his bad guy, he sent me and my wife, whom I had met during the destruction of my home world which I eventually helped wish back and became its Guardian, through a dimensional portal. We ended up on New Vegeta.”
The Master would paused for a few moments, holding a serious stare at the prospect, before bursting into laughing; as if it was but a joke, a fable. He had been drinking quite a bit during the movie thanks to his trusty katchin flask.
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The spry half-saiyan laughed softly at Zeke’s wry humor. She enjoyed his company as he felt he was truly eager to affect some good in the universe. Something her and her husband always sought to nurture in people. Nook found the mention of his mother and endearing, and emotion worn on her delicate features. When he interrupted Kosho’s conversation in the other room she giggled; she knew the hatred her husband harbored for the ‘team who shall not be named.’
“Well say no more! It’d be my pleasure to show you the trick to gourmet materializing!”
Walking over to a cutting board she began slicing various vegetables while referencing a handwritten cookbook. Throwing them into a pan with some butter, she flicked her wrist and expertly handled the flying veggies.
“The trick is to make yourself! Feel the ingredients in your hands; experience their smell, taste, texture; everything! What makes this magic easier for us is that saiyan senses are more powerful than most races.
Once you memorize these and the process of their creations, it is almost like you are repeating the process; only with zero preparation and instant completion. Magic is an amazing force, revered on my home planet; it is one with your mind and soul and reflects as such. It is truly limited by the user.”
She beckoned him to join in as she began preparation for chicken marsala, stuffed peppers, (etc., etc.) Perhaps he had cooked before, but never with a women like her. She was as good a cook as her husband was a bladesmith.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 23, 2014 14:03:00 GMT -5
He hadn't realized that it was that simple. Though he also overlooked as to how he had already been doing that. If he wished to have a spike tear from the ground, it would happen instantly. So if he wanted to create food, he would need to memorize the process to fully understand the product. Zeke nodded as she explained and joined her, following up quickly on what she had already prepared and picked up a knife to help finish off the mass of vegetables they had to slice up. Normal by human portions, she would have been finished by now, but even an expert like her would have a hard time having this all finished to account for her husbands appetite.
Zeke was not as used to the feel of a kitchen knife as he was with a sword, but he knew how to cut things quite well. Only now he was slicing veggies instead of people. He was a little slower than her and his cuts were not as expertly done as hers, but he made sure to have the pieces at a reasonable size. The last time he had cooked was a very long time ago, when he was a child. He was a quick learner though, almost like a human. But though he was alright with cutting up veggies, it was the portions to add, spices to use, preparation and cooking times and techniques that he would need to learn. The thing is he was slightly afraid of screwing it up. Messing with a Saiyan's food usually ended in a fist fight. Or sword fight... sometimes broken bottle, thrown chair, or drunken ki-blast fight...
Zeke shook the thoughts out of his head and focused. Maybe he would take cooking up on the side, Kazu did have a pub after all. Luckily half the patrons there were too drunk or in too good of a mood to notice if the food wasn't at a hundred and ten per-cent. It may even be therapeutic for him. While Zeke was on the last few of the peppers that were soon to be stuffed, he sensed that things were not going so well in the next room. He didn't pay much attention to it, as he would focus on what Lady Masamune would do next for the preparation. It appeared as if they would be quite quick at finishing up soon with her skill level.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 22:30:32 GMT -5
They toiled over the cutting boards and stove, preparing a multitude of foods. Mrs. Masamune enjoyed Zeke’s company. Though normally a rather dark and broody individual, the boy seemed to be coming out of his shell. It was remarkable the amount of change happened in such a little time from the first time they met. He had many adventures with his friends and had become an even finer swordsman under Kosho.
“You’re a natural! Figures you’d be good with a knife,” she said with a soft laugh. Just then Master Masamune pushed the door open with a huff, waving a hand a chair moved itself into position to perfectly for the hermit’s bum as he sat. Throwing his feet up onto the table, Kosho leaned back and crossed his arms.
“The kid was a dud. Too bad, got me all pumped to train, bah!” The angled shades then fell upon his student at his wife’s side. A man of many talents indeed, then a though crossed his mind. “Ezekial! How would you like to learn kikoukenjutsu? I’d say you’re ready.” Master Masamune said to the troubled saiyan. He had a feeling the former assassin would use it for good.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Aug 31, 2014 13:32:04 GMT -5
The black clad Saiyan laughed along with her. Little did he realise what kind of drastic changes he had gone through in such a short time. Honestly though, he felt much better lately. More nergised, more focused... all the new found positive energy he had gained from his new friends, new reasons to fight, and new Master to train under who actually treeted him with decency was the real key to his spike in both power and skill thus far. Zeke felt his slashes were faster and more precise. The reason... he had things to protect and a reason to throw those slashes now.
His father called these things weakness. Said that it would dampen his skills. Then why was Zeke getting better, and why did it make sense? It was obvious. Edward wished for Zeke to be nothing more than a mindless killing machine. It was unfortunate, Zeke may never loose the twisted satisfaction he gained from ending a life. That was a scar he would likely carry forever, like an addict who came out of recovery would still feel a rush at the thought of indulging in their addiction again. But now he would only target those who needed to be taken down, and death would find those whom there was absolutely no alternative for.
Kosho had struck down his own students in the past for misuse of his teachings for the cause of vigilantism or evil. Would Zeke join that count in disappointment? The black swordsman didn't know of the other students or their fate, but disappointing the Master was something he did not want. If Kosho came for him, Zeke would rather learn from it than claim his own motives to be better. The Blade Hermet's experience and Wisdom were something a young man like Zeke needed to trust, otherwise face foolish and stupid choices later in life only to learn the same things the hard way.
Kosho soon barged into the room with a negative energy about him. Zeke's first thought was We're just cooking... just cooking! but never got a word out. He was agitated with how Nasu turned out to be a 'dud'. Zeke couldn't help but to feel some kind of disappointment for this, as he had recommended Nasu come here. "That is... a shame. He had potential... but it takes more than that." Zeke said. However, Zeke still had hopes that maybe one day the boy would return and have a different approach.
“Ezekiel! How would you like to learn Kikoukenjutsu? I’d say you’re ready.” Master Masamune stated. Zeke raised an eyebrow. "Sure... what is that?" he asked. Was it some kind of sword technique or would it be a type of Saiyan dish? It wouldn't surprise Zeke if the Dojo was named after food after all, Kosho seemed to like a good meal. It was surprising that he didn't have a gut on him like Tsuyo.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 10:41:16 GMT -5
"Sure... what is that?"
Kosho sat their silently for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. Had he already forgotten? The Blade Hermit had told him of the move when he returned from the Galactic Tournament, the day Zeke had earned his place at the dojo. Well, he could have sworn he did. Then again, Master Masamune had been thorough in mastering all the fundamentals of swordplay first. Zeke was quite a skilled swordsman, but it was important for such things to be instinctual before moving on. And NeCross had built then into muscle memory as quickly as the Master had hoped.
“Well this is a tad embarrassing… Kikoukenjutsu is the titular technique of the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo. It is the merger of blade and wielder; so that both are one with your ki. It’s also a specialty chili I make, that would really knock your socks off, but that’s beside the point!”
Nook giggled, as it was one thing her husband made even better than her; thought it was scooch spicy for her taste. The laughter was twofold though, as she could sense Kosho’s reaction to Zeke not knowing about Kikoukenjutsu.
“I suppose we can continue our cooking lessons later Zeke.”
She said to the boy with a soft smile. It was not a hard skill to learn, but there was no circumventing it. In order to materialize delicious food one must first create it with their bare hands. Building blocks; just as to learn the kikoukenjutsu one must first master the basics of swordsmanship. Zeke had done just that, thus proving himself ready for the dojo’s titular ability.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Sept 13, 2014 23:57:10 GMT -5
Zeke nodded, recalling the explanation of the technique. He had been focused on food and hadn't clued in right away. He really had to stop eating Human-like portions of food. He could survive on it, but it left him hungry and distracted. That and he had also seen the massive jar of stuff taking up most of the fridge (well, that one of several fridges) with the word "Kikoukenjutsu Chili" horridly written on it in black marker. "I'll have to try that chili later then... maybe..." he stated, unsure of weather he wanted to risk the loss of his taste buds. Then again, Doc could always clone him a new tongue...
Lady Masamune told Zeke they could continue later on. Zeke nodded and placed the knife on the cutting board. He put out his left hand and his sheathed sword came across the room into his hand. "Supper will be done soon, and I think you would agree that we don't want to be training through it..." he told Kosho, thinking of one thing that most Saiyans did fear... cold supper. Right next to lack of food or no food."...hopefully you can beat Kikouken into my head before that." he said, walking past Kosho and towards the door.
He new damn well Kosho would want to try and grab a snack or a taste before leaving the room, so he grabbed the back of his chair and dragged it along with him into the next room. Weather or not the Master would be still in it was yet to be seen, as Zeke could easily turn to see an empty chair with Master Masamune walking out of the Kitchen, carrying and likely half way into eating a bucket of chicken or a two-foot sub.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 10:53:38 GMT -5
"Supper will be done soon, and I think you would agree that we don't want to be training through it… Hopefully you can beat Kikouken into my head before that."
As Zeke dragged the chair it would suddenly feel lighter, looking back he would still be sitting there, apparently, though he would be inexplicably weightless. Grasping at the food on the table, his hands would go right through, causing him to begin to fade.
“Damn it! I always forget I’m the afterimage!”
Nook would laugh softly before turning back to the food preparation, knowing both men would be quite hungry in no time at all. She, having learned the move herself, knew that it was quite draining when first mastering.
“It’s Kikoukenjutsu Ezekial-son!”
A yell would be heard from the adjacent room. As NeCross would no doubt enter the training area, Kosho would be standing at its epicenter, hands casually folded behind his back. A smile, as always, played across his face.
“Well now my boy, you have proven to have mastered the fundamentals of swordplay and shown that you are a swordsman of virtue, despite a troublesome past. However I, as few others do, know that a dark past can be the foundation to a bright future. Overcoming the evil in one’s heart is a feat few can claim to have done.”
Brandishing the Masamune blade, in all its obsidian magnificence, the Blade Hermit began pouring his energy into the blade.
“Feel the grip in your hands, tighten it until you can almost sense the beat of your blade’s heart…”
It sounded insane, surely. Many over the years had seen Master Masamune as a loon, but it was they whom did not understand the art. Years ago he had become one with his swords, the enchanted Brave Sword and his family’s heirloom, the Masamune. Both wielded by his father as Kyo of the Kensaru and leader of the school in his time and space.
Perhaps exceeding one’s one capabilities took a measure of insanity. If that was the case, then Kosho was quite capable.
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