Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jun 16, 2013 18:49:13 GMT -5
“Come on actually fight seriously!” Mozoku yelled as he shuffled forward and tried to engage Kurosanai in combat. Kurosanai though batted his fist away and stepped to the side in a fancy fashion. Kurosanai laughed as he circled around the edge of the small sand covered sparring ring. Mozoku grunted in frustration as he sprang forward throwing several more punches which Kurosanai once again just danced around. Part of the fighting style of the Muzai was to avoid getting hit as much as possible while delivering pin point counter attacks. Many would find this kind of fighting style frustrating and would view it more as running away rather than actual fighting. However when the Soft fist fighting style had been mastered in combination with the Aoiro those counter attacks while seemingly meaningless could add up very quickly to dangerous amounts of damage. “Stand and trade with me already Kuro!” Mozoku yelled after in frustration.
Kurosanai just laughed and actually turned his back to Mozoku to start nonchalantly stroll towards the edge of the sparring. In that moment Mozoku lost it and stepped forward throwing a heavy left hand followed by a right head kick. Kurosanai without turning back around blocked the incoming punch before ducking under the head kick. He rolled off to the side with ease and a smile on his face. He wiped the dirt off of his pants and arms as he stood up. Kurosanai was in no mood to be doing training and just wanted to go relax. He was being held to such high standards as being the ‘Savior of the Muzai’ that he often just wished he could get some down time. No one seemed to understand that, including Mozoku who happened to be his best friend in the world.
“Mozoku, I don’t want to fight you. I really don’t want to be training right now. I would much rather be inside sleeping or eating or just enjoying the nice day that we have here.” Kurosanai grumbled as he continued to stroll around the sparring. Mozoku was far from happy at this response and responded with another volley of attacks that Kurosanai just danced away from again. “All I want to do is to experience what is out there in the galaxy. I mean I have heard rumors from some of the people that visit the compound that a challenge has been issued to every great being in the universe for a tournament. I would love to go and enter that. Can you imagine the sights and sounds that you could experience by entering in such a tournament?” Kurosanai stated as excitement ran through his voice. At this point he could hear Mozoku huff in frustration as his arms dropped to his sides with sweat running down his face. He turned to see his best friend drop to the sandy ground with a thud. “What?”
“Kuro do you realize how insufferable you can be sometimes?” Mozoku exhaled as he began to unwrap his sweat covered wraps that adorned his arms. Mozoku pushed his dirty blonde hair from his face and looked his best friend up and down. He could not help but wonder why he had been chosen as the benefactor of the Aoiro’s reemergence and not Mozoku. “You have this incredible strength that is hidden within you that you refuse to train in order to achieve. I mean how are we going to be able to bring the Muzai clan back into strength if our strongest member refuses to get better?”
“You don’t get it though Mozoku. I don’t want to be the face of the Muzai clan. In fact I would much rather play second fiddle to someone. You can have the job if you want,” Kurosanai stated as he dropped down to the ground opposite of Mozoku.
“But I can’t. I don’t have the Aoiro. You do. As such you are the one that has to be the face of the clan,” Mozoku repudiated.
“Why though? Because I happen to have different eyes then everyone else?” Kurosanai shot right back at Mozoku.
“Yes. That is exactly why. And you know as well as I do why you have to be the face of the clan. Those eyes give you power that no one has seen in several hundred years. The Muzai used to be among the Prime Minister’s strongest allies in defense of the Earth but slowly our eyes faded away as our family grew. Our last great act was helping with the situation with the Saiyans. After that our family fell out of influence,” Mozoku emphasized with a knife hand chop. Kurosanai glanced upwards at the silhouette of the Moon as it hung peacefully in the sky. It always fascinated Kurosanai how there was an entire race of people living up there as they tried to cling to their own lives. They were similar in a way to the Muzai, they were both fighting back from the brink of extinction in hopes of regaining the respect that they once had. “With your eyes the clan elders figure that you will be able to act as a banner man to show the clan’s ability but also as a trainer to hopefully teach others to awaken their own Aoiro.”
Kurosanai let out a sigh again at the comment. He did not want to be that man. He never wanted this attention. Mozoku was the one that wanted it. His father Minato wanted it. Kurosanai never had a fascination for being the man that would be appearing on television. What he wanted was to enjoy life to the fullest. He wanted to meet people and experience what the galaxy had for them. Kurosanai had decided that he would find his way out to that galactic tournament if it did in fact exist. He went to speak but was cut off by a solemn bell as it tolled throughout the compound. Mozoku and Kurosanai looked to each other and then off to where the bell was coming from. Both sprang to their feet and began darting off through the buildings. Both knew what the bell meant but they couldn’t believe it.
After passing two more buildings, jumping over a hedge bush and nearly tackling several Muzai women Mozoku and Kurosanai arrived at their destination. A crowd had formed outside of the clan leader’s house as they awaited confirmation of what they all feared. Kurosanai could hear the whispering of the people in front of him as their words darted from mouth to mouth like church mice. No one wanted to believe that it was true and yet the bell continued to toll. Kurosanai could not see enough and leapt up onto the nearest roof with aid from his bukujutsu. From this vantage point Kurosanai could see the doorway directly. Mozoku followed suit, not as gracefully, onto the roof. He went to speak but was cut off by raised hand of Kurosanai.
A group of four people exited the house with pale faces and depressed auras around them. The group of four included his father who he studied carefully. The way he held his head up right in a false sense of duty while trying to hide his pain and his eyes stared off into the distance giving off the sense of strength when he was weak it all told Kurosanai exactly what he suspected. “The old man is gone…” Kurosanai mumbled under his breath soft enough so that Mozoku could not hear him. The four took their places on the either side of the door way with two on each side as they framed the fifth member that exited the house hold.
The woman that exited last from the house was that of Izanami. She had pitch black hair, a large bust, clothes that extenuated her figure and a stare that could break any man’s back. Kurosanai had only met her a couple of times in his life as she often traveled the world in an effort to raise the Muzai’s influence. He knew little about her or what she was like but her presence further solidified what he came to realize.
“It is with my deepest sadness to say that my father, Sarutobi Muzai, has passed from this life onto the next.” Her voice was steady and emotionless. Gasps and cries of pain emerged from the crowd that had gathered in front of the former clan leader’s home. Kurosanai could hear Mozoku take in a shallow breath as he realized what was happening before him. “Over the next few days the clan elders will meet in private to determine who will lead the Muzai in the new era. They will also arrange my father’s funeral so that he may lie with our ancestors and enjoy blissful paradise amongst the gods.”Izanami’s face never once faltered as she spoke those words and when she was done she turned and returned to the inside of the house. Whether or not it was to grieve or perform some kind of funeral ritual he was not sure but his father and the other four followed suit.
“I can’t believe ole man Sarutobi is gone…” Mozoku mumbled to himself. Although he didn’t want to show it he was in deep pain as he had, in fact both of them had, viewed him as a second father. So to them both it was the end of something that they had grown up with all their lives. Before he could say another word however Kurosanai spoke first.
“We have now entered into a new era for the Muzai.” Kurosanai stated emphatically as he turned to walk away from the home. Tears had already begun to well up in his eyes and he would soon no longer have the strength to hold them back. He couldn’t let the clan see the ‘Savior of the Muzai’ crying. If he was going to bring them back to prominence he would have to be strong for them all.
Kurosanai just laughed and actually turned his back to Mozoku to start nonchalantly stroll towards the edge of the sparring. In that moment Mozoku lost it and stepped forward throwing a heavy left hand followed by a right head kick. Kurosanai without turning back around blocked the incoming punch before ducking under the head kick. He rolled off to the side with ease and a smile on his face. He wiped the dirt off of his pants and arms as he stood up. Kurosanai was in no mood to be doing training and just wanted to go relax. He was being held to such high standards as being the ‘Savior of the Muzai’ that he often just wished he could get some down time. No one seemed to understand that, including Mozoku who happened to be his best friend in the world.
“Mozoku, I don’t want to fight you. I really don’t want to be training right now. I would much rather be inside sleeping or eating or just enjoying the nice day that we have here.” Kurosanai grumbled as he continued to stroll around the sparring. Mozoku was far from happy at this response and responded with another volley of attacks that Kurosanai just danced away from again. “All I want to do is to experience what is out there in the galaxy. I mean I have heard rumors from some of the people that visit the compound that a challenge has been issued to every great being in the universe for a tournament. I would love to go and enter that. Can you imagine the sights and sounds that you could experience by entering in such a tournament?” Kurosanai stated as excitement ran through his voice. At this point he could hear Mozoku huff in frustration as his arms dropped to his sides with sweat running down his face. He turned to see his best friend drop to the sandy ground with a thud. “What?”
“Kuro do you realize how insufferable you can be sometimes?” Mozoku exhaled as he began to unwrap his sweat covered wraps that adorned his arms. Mozoku pushed his dirty blonde hair from his face and looked his best friend up and down. He could not help but wonder why he had been chosen as the benefactor of the Aoiro’s reemergence and not Mozoku. “You have this incredible strength that is hidden within you that you refuse to train in order to achieve. I mean how are we going to be able to bring the Muzai clan back into strength if our strongest member refuses to get better?”
“You don’t get it though Mozoku. I don’t want to be the face of the Muzai clan. In fact I would much rather play second fiddle to someone. You can have the job if you want,” Kurosanai stated as he dropped down to the ground opposite of Mozoku.
“But I can’t. I don’t have the Aoiro. You do. As such you are the one that has to be the face of the clan,” Mozoku repudiated.
“Why though? Because I happen to have different eyes then everyone else?” Kurosanai shot right back at Mozoku.
“Yes. That is exactly why. And you know as well as I do why you have to be the face of the clan. Those eyes give you power that no one has seen in several hundred years. The Muzai used to be among the Prime Minister’s strongest allies in defense of the Earth but slowly our eyes faded away as our family grew. Our last great act was helping with the situation with the Saiyans. After that our family fell out of influence,” Mozoku emphasized with a knife hand chop. Kurosanai glanced upwards at the silhouette of the Moon as it hung peacefully in the sky. It always fascinated Kurosanai how there was an entire race of people living up there as they tried to cling to their own lives. They were similar in a way to the Muzai, they were both fighting back from the brink of extinction in hopes of regaining the respect that they once had. “With your eyes the clan elders figure that you will be able to act as a banner man to show the clan’s ability but also as a trainer to hopefully teach others to awaken their own Aoiro.”
Kurosanai let out a sigh again at the comment. He did not want to be that man. He never wanted this attention. Mozoku was the one that wanted it. His father Minato wanted it. Kurosanai never had a fascination for being the man that would be appearing on television. What he wanted was to enjoy life to the fullest. He wanted to meet people and experience what the galaxy had for them. Kurosanai had decided that he would find his way out to that galactic tournament if it did in fact exist. He went to speak but was cut off by a solemn bell as it tolled throughout the compound. Mozoku and Kurosanai looked to each other and then off to where the bell was coming from. Both sprang to their feet and began darting off through the buildings. Both knew what the bell meant but they couldn’t believe it.
After passing two more buildings, jumping over a hedge bush and nearly tackling several Muzai women Mozoku and Kurosanai arrived at their destination. A crowd had formed outside of the clan leader’s house as they awaited confirmation of what they all feared. Kurosanai could hear the whispering of the people in front of him as their words darted from mouth to mouth like church mice. No one wanted to believe that it was true and yet the bell continued to toll. Kurosanai could not see enough and leapt up onto the nearest roof with aid from his bukujutsu. From this vantage point Kurosanai could see the doorway directly. Mozoku followed suit, not as gracefully, onto the roof. He went to speak but was cut off by raised hand of Kurosanai.
A group of four people exited the house with pale faces and depressed auras around them. The group of four included his father who he studied carefully. The way he held his head up right in a false sense of duty while trying to hide his pain and his eyes stared off into the distance giving off the sense of strength when he was weak it all told Kurosanai exactly what he suspected. “The old man is gone…” Kurosanai mumbled under his breath soft enough so that Mozoku could not hear him. The four took their places on the either side of the door way with two on each side as they framed the fifth member that exited the house hold.
The woman that exited last from the house was that of Izanami. She had pitch black hair, a large bust, clothes that extenuated her figure and a stare that could break any man’s back. Kurosanai had only met her a couple of times in his life as she often traveled the world in an effort to raise the Muzai’s influence. He knew little about her or what she was like but her presence further solidified what he came to realize.
“It is with my deepest sadness to say that my father, Sarutobi Muzai, has passed from this life onto the next.” Her voice was steady and emotionless. Gasps and cries of pain emerged from the crowd that had gathered in front of the former clan leader’s home. Kurosanai could hear Mozoku take in a shallow breath as he realized what was happening before him. “Over the next few days the clan elders will meet in private to determine who will lead the Muzai in the new era. They will also arrange my father’s funeral so that he may lie with our ancestors and enjoy blissful paradise amongst the gods.”Izanami’s face never once faltered as she spoke those words and when she was done she turned and returned to the inside of the house. Whether or not it was to grieve or perform some kind of funeral ritual he was not sure but his father and the other four followed suit.
“I can’t believe ole man Sarutobi is gone…” Mozoku mumbled to himself. Although he didn’t want to show it he was in deep pain as he had, in fact both of them had, viewed him as a second father. So to them both it was the end of something that they had grown up with all their lives. Before he could say another word however Kurosanai spoke first.
“We have now entered into a new era for the Muzai.” Kurosanai stated emphatically as he turned to walk away from the home. Tears had already begun to well up in his eyes and he would soon no longer have the strength to hold them back. He couldn’t let the clan see the ‘Savior of the Muzai’ crying. If he was going to bring them back to prominence he would have to be strong for them all.