Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori
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Post by Disgraced Prince Nasu Hattori on Sept 29, 2014 21:32:00 GMT -5
THIS IS WHY WE DON'T WATCH THE GOD DAMNED SPACE PATRIOTS!!!!
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Jaxine Caulie
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Sept 30, 2014 15:40:32 GMT -5
Everyone had some level of insanity within them. Zeke was no different, having the possibility of never shaking the feeling, or lack thereof that he got when he killed someone. He however was doing much better now than he was before. Zeke had never heard tell of an after-image with a mind of its own before, but he did get a laugh out of it. He slid the chair out of the way and entered the next room with the Master as he roared about putting the 'jutsu' in Kikoukenjutsu. "And here I thought we were Samurai, not Ninja." he stated.
Zeke had overcome his inner evil. He vowed to never let it consume him... again... though it had been a slow process, he did manage to do it. Zeke felt at ease catching on that Kosho had also followed a similar path. As Master Masamune drew fourth his blade, Zeke's Muramasa did as well as a flash of light , the blade shining like chrome. The mans explanation on how to focus energy into the blade was sort of strange, but Zeke did understand his meaning. "So what your saying..." Zeke said, taking the blade in both hands "... is our weapons are actually alive!" he stated. No, Zeke was not that naive or that stupid. Zeke did understand though. One must connect with the weapon as if it is part of them. If Zeke were to run over and snap the Master's Masamune in two, it would be to Kosho as if his arm had been torn off.
But could Zeke do that? The blade he wielded was the very sword that had been used many times before against him to apply one abusive cut after another to his body. However it was now in Zeke's hands, and he had since used it many times to help society rather than damage it. The weapon was legendary, said to have surpassed its rival blade over a thousand years ago, though Zeke was unaware of that rival blade's multiverse counterpart being presently in front of him. Kosho was likely just as clueless, as it may have been Muramasa and it's master that had fallen so long ago in Kosho's world. Muramasa had once been known as the Demon Blade, or the Sword of Destruction, as it had almost always been used for bloodlust and killing, not so much honorable defense and justice. Zeke changed that.
By now, the Master was likely either laughing at him or angry with the sarcasm, and on about what he really meant, though Zeke already knew. Perhaps Kosho would realize this though. Zeke wouldn't know, as he would close his eyes and feel the sword. His grip would not tighten, but he would slowly familiarize himself with the black leather straps that had been used instead of the traditional material around the handle. He would feel the cold, chrome like metal between them warm up as it drew the heat from Zeke's hands. He realized why he didn't hate the sword... it was not the sword that was responsible for his past. But that was not it. Muramasa was drenched in blood, just as Zeke's hands were. Yet Zeke pushed to change his ways, and on his path he had taken the sword that had just as horrid a past. It too had felt the change and Zeke had felt before as if the weapon was almost grateful of its new wielder.
It was quite strange, Zeke learned the Crescent Slash and the Hell's End techniques on his own, though they were his fathers. He almost felt the sword show him the way to do them and could almost feel it give him the knowledge. But now it was Zeke's turn to learn on his own... and maybe show Muramasa a thing or two in the process. Zeke would appear not to be moving at all for a moment, tuning everything out until suddenly...
FSSSHHHH!
The chrome blade of the Muramasa lit up like a plasma cutter. The bright white energy focused into the blade was like it had been heated white-hot, and Zeke opened his eyes to see the incredible glow of his energy imbued with his blade. It felt as if he had the power to cut through an asteroid! e was also somewhat worried. Was the energy even stable? Was it too much? Would his sword melt!? Not that it would matter, he could reverse the damage... again... but he would rather not.
"I... hope this is right, otherwise grab the fire extinguisher." he said, looking at a glass case behind Kosho. However there was not one in there, just a sign stating "In case of emergency" and in the red glass case was the biggest can of beer he had ever seen. Zeke sighed. "Really?" he would ask Kosho.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 13:01:41 GMT -5
“What? Give it a good shake and it’s even better!”
Master Masamune replied to Zeke’s one worded question about his choice in “fire extinguishers.” The demonic Muramasa came alive with energy, a surging white ki bursting forth from it like its own aura. Kosho was pleased to have been right about NeCross’ progress. All he needed was a little refinement.
“Excellent start! Now try to centralize the energy, force it deep within the metal of the blade.”
He had had many students who were able to channel the energy, yet not control it once it left their body. But that was the key to Masamune’s insanity. Once it was part of your body it was as easy to control as if it was ki building in the palm of your hand. That fine line was the difference between a master technique and an exploding sword.
And he had seen many a sword fall in such a way. Quite horrific, to a man with a penchant for sharp objects. Meanwhile, as Kosho dictated the next step, he too did the same. First he allowed the energy to leap outwards, much like Zeke, so that he may show the transition. Soon the brilliant golden ki which burst forth form the Masamune rescinded.
“You are the executor of my will, bastion of my power...”
He whispered softly to the legendary blade as the golden aura internalized, so that the blade itself was lit up, as if made of light. Then the light would move outwards, to the edges of the blade, the black of the metal reappearing at its center before spreading out. By the end it would have a fine line of golden ki running the length of its edge.
“Then refocus it to the edges of your blade, this is where the true strength comes from; once complete there will be few substances in the universe that you will not be able to cut asunder.”
Bringing the masterpiece blade to his side, its black starkly contrasted by the refined golden aura which lined the sword, he would look to Zeke to see his progress. Of course, he knew the boy was more than capable.
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Jaxine Caulie
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Nov 3, 2014 17:17:51 GMT -5
He watched as the Kikoukenjutsu Sword Master prepared his signature technique. Zeke payed attention as he drew the energy in and made it one with the sword. He then focused it into the edge of the blade, condensing the energy to give it its lethal cutting power. Zeke could do the first part of the technique easy enough, but he wasn't quite sure how the rest of the technique was supposed to work. But the uses it had... he could slice through other weapons, through standard attacks, masses of enemy Church androids... even energy barriers would likely fall.
The black clad Saiyan took his blade in both hands, slowly trying to regulate the energy around the blade until it was completely glowing white. The next part was more difficult. Zeke focused, and he focused hard. it was moving slightly but he couldn't get the energy to do what he wanted no matter how hard he concentrated. So he forced it. And when he did... his sword shattered. The force threw him back a few steps, but he withstood it. Walking forward again, he held out the bladeless sword and pulled the blade back together again. "Lets not do that again." he stated, drawing the energy back in as he took the weapon in both hands again.
Zeke again tried to focus his energy, but was having the same trouble. How did Kosho do it so easily? He wanted to ask. He wished he could figure it out himself, he was supposed to be a swordsman, but he didn't know. But before he got the words out, a thought hit him. Easy. It was easy. How could Zeke channel energy into his blade for his other attacks? Honestly he never thought about it. His weakness was overthinking it. It came naturally to him, so it seemed. Why? Simple. Common knowledge to any Swordsman. The blade was an extension of ones self. One must think of the weapon as part of them in order to truly master it.
Once Zeke looked at his blade again he seen how the energy had formed a nice cutting edge on his Sword. He became confused. When did that happen? He was deep in thought to the point where he missed it!? Zeke was agitated and before Kosho woyld be able to commend him, Zeke would let the energy fade. He needed to be able to do it any time. Zeke closed his eyes as the energy drew into the blade. Next, he had to do the Edge. Muramasa and NeCross. We are one and the same. He thought. You are an extension of me. Use my true power! he gritted his teeth and a mass of energy flowed and covered the blade, then in a few moments coated the blade fluidly before forming the edge.
It glowed bright white along the chrome like metal, appearing to have a brilliant shine to it. Zeke never found out what Muramasa was made of, but its shine rivaled even that of the onyx blade of Masamune, and its cutting power was now on par. If Zeke could fully master the Kikoukenjutsu Sword Technique, he could truly call himself a Sword Master. But once he learned it, it would still take some time. "I got it." Zeke said confidently. "I'm a little slow and I'm still not a hundred percent sure how, but I got it." he said, cracking a smile and holding the sword out to the side in his left hand.
He could feel the energy running through the blade. The sheer power of its cutting force. Yet he had to be careful not to cut the floor or something. A technique like this, used the wrong way, could easily harm or kill the wrong person far too quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2014 8:57:40 GMT -5
"Lets not do that again."
The boy said, wisely, after exploding his prized sword after overpowering it with ki. Kosho laughed a little, though quickly composed himself. He was not surprised, it had happened to many of his students after all. It probably would have happened to him as well, if he did not have the Brave Sword. Upon acquiring his father’s sword, and thus the position of master of the Kikoukenjutsu school, his mind was inundated with a near infinite knowledge regarding the art of swords. It was said that the mythical blade was the first weapon ever created, over a hundred million years of ago by one the same gods which had faced Bibidi’s Majin Buu; and failed. Regardless it had given Masamune the clarity to perform the technique masterfully, and had enhanced his already impressive swordsmanship.
“There you go!”
Kosho exclaimed, turning Zeke’s distracted attention to the sword at his side. It seemed the first attempt was him putting too much thought into it, forcing the ki in and trying to make it work. However while deep in thought, it suddenly worked, his subconscious connecting with the sword and fulfilling his conscious wishes. This was the true trick; it should be a reflex, no different than putting your hands up to catch you as you fall. As soon as he noticed he banished it however.
Perhaps he was unhappy with his inability to actively control it? Master Masamune smiled at his persistence, impressed with him not simply being happy having achieved it. The boy wanted to control it, harness the great power it afforded, and that truly was the only way to master it. A minute later the sword lit up with ki once more, but instead of exploding or immediately dissipating it shone bright and stayed so.
"I got it. I'm a little slow and I'm still not a hundred percent sure how, but I got it."
“Worry not about the how my boy, remember only that feeling you shared with the weapon. Remember the bond. That is your key to this technique. In time it will be but a reflex.”
The power he now wielded was incredible, and dangerous indeed. That was very much why he had become a hermit; too many students turned evil. Too many problems he had to correct in ways which still ached his heart. But he believed he had chosen well with Ezekial… Perhaps even perfectly.
Someday soon the dojo could have a new master joining its ranks.
[Kikoukenjutsu acquired.]
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Jaxine Caulie
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Post by Jaxine Caulie on Nov 28, 2014 21:35:06 GMT -5
It was a shame how Kosho chose to hide himself and the Dojo away. Zeke would like to make it more known. Train others in swordplay and maybe pass on the higher level techniques to those who were deemed 'worthy'. Moreso a meaning for those who wouldn't misuse it. Zeke smiled and let the energy fade again. "I can't wait to test it on some Church of One androids." he stated. With this power, Kosho was likely the only swordsman in the universe who could match him.
Him... and his father.
Zeke could now defeat Edward NeCross. He was supposed to already be dead... but he wasn't. Somehow he was still alive, or something. But the man was mad, and Zeke had to be sure he couldn't harm anyone else. He had to pay for what he had done to hundreds upon hundreds of people. Would Zeke kill him? Maybe. But putting him in an Asylum would work too. Sheathing his blade, Zeke sighed. "It's too bad about Nasu. I had high hopes for him. But maybe one day he will smarten up." Zeke said. He seen the best in the boy.
Zeke hadn't tested out the crescent slash with the new energy, but he would get a surprise in time for sure. The Kikoukenjutsu pared with it would provide devastating results. Zeke would need to use it with caution.
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