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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Nov 27, 2013 9:58:17 GMT -5
Zeke had arrived long before the others had returned to the Moon it seemed. Word was they were celebrating the victory of Conrei Lane, the random blue haired Saiyan that Zeke had clashed with in the streets. It made the idea of arriving to his celebration feel a bit odd, especially with others there like the Prince he'd nearly killed and all the people who had watched.
He didn't want to be the "black crow" in the room, giving off negative vibes. It was for the best in his mind that he'd stayed away. But as they celebrated, Zeke would hopefully be training... should the Blade Hermit permit it. Zeke also hoped this man was a far better teacher than his last master. Not that his father was anything less than a master swordsman himself, but he was more into beating the hell out of a student rather than actually teaching them anything. When Zeke did learn something, it was always a new way to kill someone.
Zeke arrived at the rundown dojo and looked over at the knocker. He grabbed hold of it to use it, but it simply snapped off. He sighed, dropping it to the ground and noticed the door was open anyway. Zeke pushed it open and walked in.
"Sir, the Malcontent has returned. And I'm quite sure you can hear me."
Zeke cracked a smile. The Blade Hermit wouldn't likely appear behind him a second time, though Zeke was prepared for it now. Maybe from above, or the sides. A blast from the shadows? Or maybe the man was actually unaware of Zeke's presence and was in back chowing down on piles of animal flesh. Zeke just stood and listened for a moment, ready for anything.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 15:05:51 GMT -5
The dojo was indeed in rough shape. It had been over a decade since the Blade Hermit, affectionately referred to as “Kosho” by his beloved wife, had the will to train someone. After being magically transported to this version of Earth’s moon he had initially dealt with the sorrow of missing his companions through tutoring students in the way of the sword. Over time his heart began to darken, leading to his apathetic ways and the degradation of the once touted school. The Sword Master’s beautiful wife, whom he calls “Nook” with love, was the only thing that kept him from falling off the wagon, so to speak.
What could cast shadows on the soul of the righteous swordsman? Year after year he found less and less worthy students. Then there were the renegades who used his teachings for evil means. These were the greatest source of his sadness, and a subject of which he rarely spoke even to his darling wife. The things he had to do to defend a people that were not even truly his, tainted his spirit.
“Woman! Where are my pants!?”
Despite all the things which haunted him the saiyan sorcerer was still quite eccentric, as his spouse often liked to put it. Thus we found him rambling through the dojo. Meanwhile, the divine lady of the house was in the kitchen, preparing the daily feast. She smirked to herself over her husband’s commonly occurring situation.
"Sir, the Malcontent has returned. And I'm quite sure you can hear me."
The familiar voice came from behind the front door just as it creaked open. Needless to say, both men were a little surprised. At least a little. The Master Swordsman had almost began to lose hope that Ezekial NeCross would return to the tattered dojo, as a good time had passed since the end of the tournament and he had not seen nor heard from him. On the other hand, no doubt surprised for far different reasons, as he was face to face with his potential master who was in nothing but a pair of pac-man styled boxers.
“… It’s only weird if you stare at my junk.”
He remarked of the current situation with a serious voice, which quickly gave way to a smile, as the Sword Master was notoriously bad at keeping a straight face during a joke. Bringing his hands together with two quick claps, he was instantly fully clothed in his usual attire. Of course, he could’ve used his magic all along, but he found that it took all the fun out of finding his pants.
“I was wondering if you’d be back.”
The Hermit said with a grin. Secretly he had hoped Zeke would return, for the sorcerer had plans for the fledgling swordsman. More than plans; hopes and dreams for what he may become, and most importantly, how the supposed “Angel of Death” may one day free him from his universal prison.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Nov 27, 2013 17:30:58 GMT -5
Zeke's expression remained the same usual neutral-glare he always had. He simply closed his eyes for a second and let out a sigh. This wasn't that awkward for him... back at the bar, Zeke would often wake up to find his friend Kazu passed out in the most random of places with even more random combinations of clothing, or the lack of.
"I've been in worse situations."
He replied. Zeke was once again surprised with the man's magic. He'd seen it once before and was quite impressed with it. Zeke had a very similar ability, though his was not limited to clothing. He decided to keep that a secret for now.
He cracked a smile back to the Blade Hermit, nodding once. He was glad to hear that the man actually wanted to have him around. His last master would have just sighed at the sight of him and beat him to the point where it would have been a week or more before he could fight again.
"Of course I came back. I'm eager to learn the art of magic clothes creation more than anything."
Zeke had become a little more open to humor after his time with his friend. It did keep him somewhat sane, he figured. He held out a hand.
"If you don't remember, my name is Ezekiel NeCross. Zeke, preferably..."
Though certain Saiyan Princesses and others seemed to continue to refer to him with his full first name. He never did tell them how it irritated him, but in the end, it wasn't hurting anything either.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 16:27:33 GMT -5
(Utmost apologies for the wait, to try and make up I will post again tonight if you’re able to reply sometime today.)
"If you don't remember, my name is Ezekiel NeCross.”
The universe’s finest blacksmith did not hear the final few words after ‘NeCross;’ the aroma of a delicious dinner filled his nostrils, thoroughly distracting him as Zeke finished speaking.
“Yes, yes, I know your name bub. They said it a million times during the coverage of the Galactic Tournament.”
The saiyan sorcerer, in his apathetic teaching capacity, did not simply accept students as he once had. So few existed who exhibited the heart or skill to be worthy of such talents. Thus he had challenged Zeke to enter the tournament, to show his worth as both a warrior and a swordsman.
And he had.
“But we can continue proper introductions after dinner. Or during. Or after desert. Or during. Honestly, I’m starving, so as long as I’ve got some grub you can do an interpretive dance of your life story in spandex for all I care!”
He joked with an anxious smile as he disappeared in the blink of an eye. No doubt Zeke would follow, as the kitchen, and the two sizable power levels within it, was just through a nearby door. Upon entering he’d find an enormous dining table dominating most of the room. He’d also find the Blade Hermit at the opposite end wearing an adult bib and hitting his fists, which tightly gripped silverware, against the table in eager anticipation. His shades were removed, out of respect, for the first time revealing his hazel eyes.
Upon the oversized table was every kind of food one could imagine. To the side was the Hermit’s wife, looking over the massive assortment. Realizing something was missing, she waved her hand through the air. An iridescent trail of glowing particles followed the movement before silently dissipating. Then even more food appeared on one of the select few bare spots left.
“There! That should do it.”
‘Nook,’ as her husband affectionately referred to her, let out a content sigh before smiling. The sword master’s hazel pools were watering as he was overcome by the majestic beauty of the banquet lying before him.
“My love, you’re elegance is simply beyond words!”
His wife would then look to Zeke with a curious expression. ‘Kosho,’ as his wife called him, was far too preoccupied drooling over his dinner to notice, so she delicately cleared her throat in a charming fashion. Completely oblivious he looked to her then followed her eyes to Zeke before once more matching her gaze.
“Oh yes! My dearest, this is Ezekial NeCross, our newest student. Ezekial, this is my beloved wife No-….”
He paused for a moment, as the second half of the word may reveal their truth. One may notice the pronunciation leading to the pause, as the double ‘o’ sound common with his pet name for his wife was replaced with a hard ‘o,’ thus leaving the word to sound like ‘No’ rather than the first half of ‘Nook.’
“You may call her Lady Masamune, which, of course, makes me Master Masamune. Now… FOOD!”
Without another moment’s hesitation, Kosho dug in, tearing meat from bone. Nook, a well trained swordswoman herself, turned back to the new entrant. She was intrigued.
“Ezekial, may I call you Zeke? Ezekial sounds far too… Religious.”
She said with a soft giggle before taking her seat beside her husband. While he shoveled food, she slowly picked away from the massive collection of food, moderately filling her plate before beginning to eat in quite the modest manner; especially in comparison to the man sitting beside her.
“So Zeke, you seem like an interesting individual, tell us a little about yourself.”
Her glittering eyes looked upon him with earnest intrigue. She was a woman of unmatched beauty, with appealing qualities both familiar and foreign. Even her dainty tail was elegant, as far as tails went. Her garb was alien in nature; not matching the saiyan, or even human, norm.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 3, 2013 21:20:45 GMT -5
Zeke raised an eyebrow at the man. He was interesting as well... though Zeke's idea of 'interesting' was likely a little different than the Sword Masters. Silently he followed into the kitchen where the aroma of food filled Zeke's nostrils. He was far hungrier than he thought he was... that Saiyan diet kicking in. How he dreaded it.
He took a seat, careful to avoid where he figured the woman was going to sit. No doubt his wife and also the likely cook as well. The Blade Hermit was eager to eat, and had removed his sunglasses. The man was all too familiar to him. Wore sunglasses, had dark hair, acted out, used magic to materialize things and loved swords. The only difference this man really had in comparison to his father was the fact that the Blade Hermit hadn't insulted him and punched him through a wall quite yet.
The Lady seemed to be magically aft as well, materializing food in mass quantities, cooked and prepared to eat. Zeke looked it over. This was something that he still hadn't mastered himself. Food always had a different flavor than what it was supposed to have and he couldn't begin to understand how to create the nutritional value. This amazed him... looked like he could learn much from her as well.
He had been so wrapped up in the woman's magic that he almost missed heir introduction. He smiled and nodded his head to her. "Hello Lady Masamune. I have to say, the magic you used here has me amazed." He told her.
She asked if she could call him Zeke. Finally, someone who agreed with him. "I would actually prefer Zeke, to be honest." He said in agreement, helping himself to some roast beef and some fish, along with salad and whipped potatoes. There was literally everything. He was about to ask the Blade Hermit, or 'Kosho', to pass him the salt and pepper, but noticed he was distracted with animal flesh for the moment. Zeke simply flicked his wrist and the spices rose up and drifted to him slowly, Zeke being careful to avoid Kosho and his arms reach. He would apply some pepper as the Lady asked him to tell them about himself.
What was he supposed to say? His father's an assassin, his mother's a convicted cereal killer and he himself lives every day on the borderline between sociopathy and morality?
"Well, I can say I'm someone with a complex past who's looking to brighten their future. The problem is, I wasn't exactly raised with the correct 'tools' to do so. Basically, another 'trying-to-better-my-life' story. You likely have gotten a few of those. Anything you wish to know in specific?"
Please don't ask about my parents, he thought. But then again, once Kosho sees Zeke fight, He'll ask where he learned what he knows. If he recognize Muramasa, then he's going to want to know where he got it. That's where Zeke would simply tell them they can know if they really want to, or have to know. He wouldn't lie to them.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 11:00:40 GMT -5
"Well, I can say I'm someone with a complex past who's looking to brighten their future. The problem is, I wasn't exactly raised with the correct 'tools' to do so. Basically, another 'trying-to-better-my-life' story. You likely have gotten a few of those. Anything you wish to know in specific?"
Kosho heard little of their conversation to this point, as he had been struggling to open his mouth wide enough to bite into a ten layer sandwich. However, Nook listened politely and intently, only looking away to take a small bite here and there. When he finished speaking, she paused for a moment to ponder his question.
“We indeed had ‘a few of those’ during the school’s heyday. We also had several con artists, who appealed to our hearts with lies in order to gain training.”
Kosho growled as he heard the words, before tearing the leg off a turkey. Nook meanwhile studied the boy’s eyes, carefully analyzing every facial muscle. Her husband was the loving type and it was one of his few vulnerabilities. His ability to love was what she in turn loved most about him thus, since the betrayals of the students’ years ago; she had set it upon herself to protect her spouse’s heart, to prevent it from becoming black and hollow. Sensing nothing untruthful in his words or reactions, she donned a smile that could warm the coldest man’s heart.
“My husband and I understand full well what a ‘complex past’ entails and sympathize.”
She stated in a reassuring matter. Indeed their past was about as strange as it comes, so complexity was nothing new to them. It was only recently, in respect the entirety of their lives, that they lived a somewhat simple life.
“Tell us what made you, you; your parents, your upbringing, everything. I apologize if I am being too forward, however past events have left us a little less trusting so we like to know everything about someone before they become a student. Knowing also helps us train you, as everyone learns best their own way.”
Kosho began coughing harshly, as several pounds of seafood were stuffed down his gullet. Materializing a Z Gulp, a large cup containing copious amounts of “sugary deliciousness,” as the swordsman often referred to soda. Once drowning the half chewed food and clearing his throat he paused for a split second and looked to Zeke as he jutted a thumb toward his wife.
“What she said!”
A moment later he was slurping soup from an oversize bowl, slowly tilting it as it became less and less full. With his free hand he was weaving his fingers in graceful fashion, leaving traces of a quickly dissipating light in their wake. As he did so, his silverware flew into action, preparing his next plate all by themselves, while moving in a manner reminiscent to the sorcerer’s dancing digits.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 4, 2013 21:14:16 GMT -5
He should have figured she would go there just when he didn't want her to. She did provide a good reason as to why they needed to know... They wanted to know if they could trust him. Fair enough, he wouldn't hold any info back.
He had been eating as well. Quickly, but without the noise and the puffed cheeks that most Saiyans were known for. He swallowed what he had and took a drink before he began to talk to them. Even Akassa hadn't learned about his past yet... not even Kazu.
"Well, my parents... my mother wasn't really there. Both physically, and mentally. She's currently being held in Asylum on Omega. As for my Father... he was my first master. He however only taught how to use a blade to end a life quickly and quietly. Not just me... there were others as well."
Zeke sort of picked around his food as he picked around his thoughts.
"I never made many friends. Learned not to when I had to watch them die all the time. My father was rather heartless when it came to the well-being of those he trained, even going as far as to put me through a wall or off a building if I made a mistake. That was favoritism in his eyes, as others were cut down for less."
He looked up at Lady Masamune with a mix of both sadness and annoyance in his eyes.
"Do you want me to continue?" He asked her, looking over in the man's direction as well. Zeke had begun to loose his apatite now.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2013 10:17:44 GMT -5
“No.”
Surprised to hear something from her husband, given that it was dinner time, Nook turned to Kosho. His eyes held harshness and his face was rigid. There was a fury burning within him; strong enough to stem the tide that was his appetite.
“No, that will be enough.”
Wiping his mouth on his adult bib, the saiyan sorcerer stood ominously before lightly tossing it onto his plate. The magic dancing silverware were none too happy about that particular choice. Turning away from those who shared his table, Kosho took several steps to a window which gave him a good view of New Vegeta. One hand pressed against the window’s fame as he leaned against it; the other rested on the hilts of his swords which were both strapped to the right of his waist.
“Darling… Are you okay?”
Nook asked in earnest, not used to seeing her husband in such a solemn state. Even when he was sad, he often put on a show to lessen her worries. But not now; his stoic hazel eyes were fixed on the distance.
“Yes dear.”
He stated coldly; without intention of course.
“Ezekial…”
The master swordsman didn’t take his eyes from the window.
“The Kikoukenjutsu Dojo does not allow such things. The school’s titular namesake is not just some technique. It is a style which incorporates all and thus should never be sullied by an unjust death. It has been passed down, from century to century, since its creation over a thousand years ago by Grand Masters Trunks and Goten. Kikoukenjutsu, and any abilities learned within my dojo, are strictly meant to protect.”
The thought of a master, a man who is supposed to help mold and give birth to the next generation of heroes, acting in a manner similar to Zeke’s master literally sickened the Blade Hermit. He was a plague upon the universe, along with any like him. In the years following his arrival, and after his withdrawal from teaching, Kosho had taken it upon himself to fix his “mistakes.”
Slaying his own students was the single hardest thing he ever had to do; the memories haunted his dreams every night. Upon leaving the school, they had begun committing heinous crimes; aided by the Dojo’s techniques. They sought wealth and power and cared little for who they destroyed in their efforts to attain it.
“I know people refer to you as ‘the Angel of Death.’ I have no quarries with nicknames; however I’d like to note that an angel, even the angel of death, is still a benevolent being. Remember that you are no longer student to your father or subject to his madness.”
When he had approached them, he pleaded with them to turn away from the darkness in their hearts. They had laughed and told him to “leave, old man.” With tears in the corners of his eyes he was forced to unsheathe his swords; instilling terror in the eyes of his former students. He had always been so kind and jovial; they never believed he was capable of stopping them. But he did.
And he wept over their bodies.
“You will be held to a higher standing here. You will be expected to exemplify the traits of an exemplary swordsman; both in skill and soul. I will not accept malevolence or malice. The taking of a life should always be the last option. We kill only to save; only when to not do so would cost the lives of innocents.”
Still leaning against the window frame, Kosho cocked his head slightly, so he could get a bead on Zeke.
“To misuse the gifts of the Grand Masters’ is tantamount to suicide.”
He said with coldness reminiscent of the monster he had been in a past life. Nook, meanwhile, sat silent as her heart was assailed with the sadness emanating from within her greatest love.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 6, 2013 16:10:47 GMT -5
The sword master wasn't impressed with Zeke's past. This was a major reason as to why he kept it quiet, but this place felt like a place he needed to be. If that meant opening up to them about all this, then so be it. Zeke stood as well.
"My past is just that, Master Masamune. The past. I chose not to follow my fathers examples of murder for money. I took from him his most prized possession... this blade. Not out of desire, but out of symbolism."
Zeke detached his blade from his hip and looked over the symbols on the scabbard. Truly he hated the sword. But he felt he needed to wield it.
"This... thing has ended more lives than any other weapon to have ever been crafted. Many were unjust. I'm not proud of resorting to thievery, I detest it as I do lieing or cheating. But I couldn't let this be a tool of murder anymore. I wish to use it for exactly the things you speak of teaching, sir. I want to bring honor to this blade again as well as use my power to help others."
He looked back up to the man, dropping the sword to his side in his right hand.
"I'm not just asking you to teach me. I need you to help me."
He did not speak on his father any further. Zeke had a feeling his father would eventually come looking for him. But he wouldn't strike in the Saiyan King's city. He couldn't bribe and cheat his way into an escape like on earth. Not that Zeke knew of anyway. If it happened, Zeke would have to deal with him... something he had nowhere near the power to do just yet. He would need to be at the Hermit's level to do so, and that was going to take years. So he figured.
Zeke hoped Edward NeCross didn't arrive in New Vegeta. That's when innocent lives would really be at stake.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2013 13:34:42 GMT -5
Zeke mirrored his potential master as he stood from the table. Kosho locked eyes with him from across the room as he spoke. Mimicking his wife’s earlier action, he carefully studied the man’s words, inflection and overall body language. The master swordsman was looking for any reason not to trust the newcomer; not out of dislike but rather distrust.
"My past is just that, Master Masamune. The past. I chose not to follow my father’s examples of murder for money. I took from him his most prized possession... this blade. Not out of desire, but out of symbolism."
The saiyan sorcerer listened intently, without moving a muscle. He was too focused; not so much on Zeke now as the sword he pulled free from its sheathe. A lithe seven foot monster stare back at him; the unmistakable Muramasa. Being the foremost intelligence on anything the slices or smashes, even he knew less about the blade then he’d like. Though what he did know was enough to make him uneasy.
"This... thing has ended more lives than any other weapon to have ever been crafted. Many were unjust. I'm not proud of resorting to thievery, I detest it as I do lieing or cheating. But I couldn't let this be a tool of murder anymore. I wish to use it for exactly the things you speak of teaching, sir. I want to bring honor to this blade again as well as use my power to help others."
Though there may be a weapon or two which killed more, Kosho figured the statement to be nearly fitting. After all, besides him, no one knew of these weapons. As far as anyone else was considered, the Muramasa was the most evil blade ever forged. Master Masamune nodded at Zeke’s declaration, though he doubted honor could ever be brought to that blade.
"I'm not just asking you to teach me. I need you to help me."
The young sort-of-saiyan said as he lowered his sword, putting emphasis on ‘help.’ Kosho let free a small smile as he turned towards the eager fledgling swordsman. Being a man of heart he found it nearly impossible to deny help to another.
“Well you’re in luck my boy because I can give you the tools needed to control that demonic blade, as well as confront your bastard father. See I have this effect on people; personally I think it’s the dimples but it gets people every time. One of my oldest friends, a majin, he was the absolute douchiest fellow you’d ever meet. Over time I brought the good out in him, until he was one of the greatest forces against evil alive.”
Kosho reminisced fondly, before turning to the window once more. The beloved memories were now all he had of his friends, but he quelled the sadness stemming from their loss and turned back to the boy.
“I can help you bub and I will.”
He said in closing before bringing his hands together once more. Rubbing them together viciously he created a luminescent cloud before opening his hands palm up and blowing the magic particles into the air. Sweeping and swishing across the room, and household, it revitalized the rundown dojo.
The wave of magic brought renewed life into the school which had been dull and dreary for many years. When it was finally finished the dojo was in pristine condition; like it was brand new again. Smiling at how fresh and alive the place looked and felt, Kosho looked across the table to his first student in over a decade.
“That’s right, went full Disney on it! Welcome Ezekial, to the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo.”
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 11, 2013 17:53:11 GMT -5
It was unfortunate for Zeke, he had never had the luxury of seeing a Disney movie as a child. He was familiar with the term though. He honestly didn't think he even had a shot at first. Attempted murder of the prince, thievery, wielding an evil blade and formerly being associated with a madman bent on senseless violence and murder. Yet the words the Blade Hermit... Master Masamune spoke...
“...Welcome Ezekiel, to the Kikoukenjutsu Dojo.”
He was speachless at first, with a look of surprise on his face. He just restored the entire Dojo? Zeke knew it was possible, he too could do it if he knew the place well enough. But to see another use the same ability was amazing. Both of them could. It was quite something to see from the other side of it.
Zeke had to step back and sit back down for a moment. "So... you will take me as a student. I... honestly thought I was going to walk out of here with nothing." He was more speaking tohimself, trying to get over the feeling. Surprise, disbelief, and some excitement. He would then look back up to the lady, then back to the Master himself.
"Thank you. I will do my best to be a good student and learn as best as I can. I... hope I don't let you down." He stopped for a moment, then stood again. "Sorry, let me rephrase that. I won't let you down."
He said it with confidence this time. He was serious as well, as he would take any teachings he receives and use them primarily for good, striking against only the ones who deserve it. The issue with his father wasn't a necessity, just an inevitability. He didn't want to face him, or kill him. But the man would come, and Zeke would have to make sure he fell, one way or another.
Then the Church of One came to mind. They were showing up more frequently. What if they became a bigger issue one day? Zeke would need to be prepared for that, just in case. Zeke looked around again at the renewed Dojo. He wondered when they would begin. After they eat? Or the next day? He was in no rush, he knew how to control his excitement. He did have to be prepared, as Master Masamune could even come at him from across the room right away...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 2:15:03 GMT -5
"So... you will take me as a student. I... honestly thought I was going to walk out of here with nothing… Thank you. I will do my best to be a good student and learn as best as I can. I... hope I don't let you down. Sorry, let me rephrase that. I won't let you down."
Master of Blades and Mistress of Daggers smiled at one another and then at Zeke. She was happy to see a renewed Dojo; long had her husband’s apathy saddened her. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her delicate shoulders. As for the Hermit, he wore a smile similar to long ago; the reintroduction of hope. This could be but the beginning.
“I have no worries; I expect only the best from my students. To do any less to is to disrespect one’s blade and any to have taught you. But you of course of know this! Simply a statement of fact I suppose.”
The sword master rambled on as he held his renewed permasmile. Stepping forward he waved his right hand, the table and food dematerializing into thin air as he did. Nook, knowing and accepting of her love’s eccentricity, stood and backed to the wall. Repeating the action with his left hand, a wave covered the room as before but instead of renewing it was transformed into a sparring room.
“Now Ezekial I would like to see your skills. One can hear of your past or watch it through a screen but until you witness one’s style up close, you don’t truly know them. This room is protected by my magic, so do not hold back. My wife, as a fellow master of this school, will oversee.”
Lady Masamune boasted a base power level comparable to her partner’s, something she would make noticeable by releasing her repressed strength to inform Zeke that he shouldn’t fear her safety neither. The walls hummed with an invisible spell; only noticeable by the ripples created upon impact. Like the bird which just attempted to fly through the window. Kosho let out a light laugh.
“Well then, shall we begin Ezekial-san?”
The Master stood with feet shoulder length apart and arms folded, facing his new student. The worst possible position to begin a duel of any sort but Kosho wasn’t worried about his reaction, only Zeke’s action. With a slight nod of his head he gestured the universal term; “bring it.”
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 20, 2013 18:14:14 GMT -5
Zeke watched as the magic was used again to change the entire area over again. They could use so much of it without straining their minds... Zeke usually ended up with a headache by now. Master Masamune was ready to see Zeke in action. Zeke nodded, snapping his blade back to his hip with one hand. He was simply going to draw his blade and charge the Master, but then he noticed the hand signal...
'bring it.'
Zeke put his left foot forward and turned to the side, putting his right hand on the scabbard and his left on the handle. He prepared to draw... but with a sudden blast of telekinetic energy, he shot himself upward.
"Consider it brought!" He roared as he drew his blade out and released with it the Crescent Slash technique that he had picked up from his father. He would have to assume a Sword Master has seen something like this before, or could at least counter or dodge it easy enough, so Zeke would drop down with his blade prepared to parry the Master's attacks.
Zeke wasn't able to sense energy yet, so be was basically assuming the Master was stronger than him. He didn't know if he was supposed to go all out quite yet, so he saved his Overdrive for now. After they trade a few blows, Zeke will get an idea where his power stood against his new opponent's and would decide his next move from there. Offensive if he feels he stands a chance, defense if he's overpowered, and possibly will kick it up a notch.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 0:00:17 GMT -5
Zeke went for his blade before thrusting himself into the air telekinetically. Kosho had spent his time outside blades developing his magic, becoming a capable sorcerer in the process. But one of his closest friends from his home was a Namekian who was a master of the move. Zeke’s usage reminded him off his long lost friends; and all of its capabilities.
"Consider it brought!"
Using a personal technique he created and mastered long ago, and which once turned a face shattering blow into a jaw dislocation, he supercharged his mind with ki essentially turning his mind into a supercomputer. Thought this did not afford him extra speed or faster reflexes, it allowed him to process information at dizzying rates.
He decided upon the best course of action, tuned is power level to match that of Zeke’s, adjusted his footing, reached for his blade and upon contact with the tips of his fingers, infused with his ki; kikoukenjutsu.
“Excellent!”
Though his sword was drawn and the energy flowing through already being released before he had finished the word. It escaped in a golden arc of energy similar to the crescent wave it opposed. However, being a Master technique, it was superior to normal move. The kikoukenjutsu wave would break through the Crescent Slash and continue on towards Zeke. Though diminished it was nothing to be ignored. As the ki drained from his mind he grinned before speaking.
“A crescent wave of energy released from the blade and carrying its lethal edge! It was quite some time before I added such a move to my arsenal. But you will find that many things are possible with Kikoukenjutsu.”
Master Masamune upheld his smile, already pleased with the session at hand. Now in a pose more befitting a master, he stood read with his sword held before him though he did not press forward. After all the heart and soul of Kikoukenjutsu was its universality. Plus, he was interested to see more from his new student.
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Dec 23, 2013 20:40:47 GMT -5
The sword master was capable of creating a similar and stronger attack like Zeke's own, and used it to neutralize the Crescent Slash. But his didn't stop. Luckily, the power and speed had diminished enough that Zeke was able to evade the wave by using a quick jump of his telekinetic flight to flip over it. Zeke's coat was loose though, and part of the lower half was sliced free when the blade passed close.
He tried to ignore the near miss, and came close to a wall near by the Master. He hit it feet first, and ran down it at full speed with the sword in both hands. Coming close, he would spin off the wall in a fast diagonal slash with the built up momentum. From there, he would commence his attempt to land a slash on his new master, even if he could snip off a shred of hair or a peace of fabric he would have proved himself to Masamune, in his own eyes anyway. With Zeke being left handed, Masamune may find it just a little more awkward to handle him. Possibly.
He made a mistake though. He had doubt that he would succeed. Sparring with his father, he never landed a blow. Had he now gotten strong enough to finally measure up to a master warrior? Maybe if they went easy on him. Something Zeke did not expect Kosho Masamune to do in the least. He could land an attack possibly, but it would take more than what he displayed right now.
But that was going to be a surprise. Sometimes surprise was a good offense.
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