Post by Pipa on Dec 24, 2014 4:44:30 GMT
It was a warm morning on the outskirts of the glorious Satan City. To the east of the city, a small array of tents had been thrown up around a makeshift tournament platform made by an old basketball court. Everything about this place seemed to be very under budget, a small lifeguard chair sat with a loudspeaker hanging off of it, where a middle aged man was sitting and calling out a match between two competitors.
Of course, being a human made event, these competitors were not attacking each other. Cinder blocks had been set up, with large bundles of bamboo stocked together. Each of the competitors would slice the vegetation, cutting the bamboo in half. One of the men, failed to cut all of the stocks and the announcer called out in excitement. A small group of chubby fellows that made up the audience let out monotone half-assed cheers as well, before continuing back to their collectible viking mugs and continuing to tell jokes to one another.
Around the tents were all kinds of exotic blades and other "renaissance" type items. It was a ramshackle event, but some of the work of the craftsmen looked quite pristine.
Pipa had came upon this place by chance. He had been led to Satan City on a bounty hunt, but the bounty was captured by another before he could get there. As he was exiting the city to move back to his rotten little cave in the Bamboo Forest, he was stopped by some annoying human child who asked him if he had gotten his sword at the festival. Restraining his desire to kill the child, he managed to find out what this fair was and he had decided to see it for himself.
Humans were fascinating creatures to Pipa. So useless, so weak... yet they did their best to make up for it by cooperating with one another. It was a strange thought to Pipa, but maybe these bugs had the right idea. There were so many of them that they could share all kinds of things among themselves, and Pipa imagine that swordplay was no exception. That wizard had given him a sword, but Pipa had no idea how to use it...
Pipa walked up to a stall reading "Become a Swordsman in minutes!"
Walking up silently, Pipa placed a coin upon the table.
A man with blond hair and sun glasses walked up to Pipa with a smile. He looked very strange in a traditional black Yukata, with pink bubble gum bursting out of his lips as he approached.
"Welcome pupil man!" this strange swordsman said as he pulled a katana from his side.
"..." Pipa said, nudging the coin towards the man and trying to restrain his hatred of the mans smell.
"Oooh the strong silent type! I am Sensei Bratwurst, and I will make a pro out of you in minutes!" Bratwurst said.
Pipa gave the man an annoyed look through the slit of cloth that let his eyes show through. He was sure that this man could teach him nothing now, but something about him pissed Pipa off.
"First, lets just see if you can slice through one thing of bamboo with that scimitar of yours eh?' the man said as he put the vegetation onto the table in front of him.
Pipa glared as he withdrew his black blade from its hilt along his belt. He lifted the sword up, that had the sheen of gun metal as it met the light of the sun. With a forceful but sloppy blow, Pipa brought it down upon the bamboo. His strength cut easily through the bamboo, and then right into the counter table. The thick table split in two and fell apart. Pipa's blade got stuck into the ground, and the demon had to pull for a moment to get it back out.
Bratwurst looked at Pipa and groaned.
"What's the big idea! That is my mom's favorite table!" Bratwurst yelled at Pipa as other festival goers stopped to see what all the commotion was about.
Of course, being a human made event, these competitors were not attacking each other. Cinder blocks had been set up, with large bundles of bamboo stocked together. Each of the competitors would slice the vegetation, cutting the bamboo in half. One of the men, failed to cut all of the stocks and the announcer called out in excitement. A small group of chubby fellows that made up the audience let out monotone half-assed cheers as well, before continuing back to their collectible viking mugs and continuing to tell jokes to one another.
Around the tents were all kinds of exotic blades and other "renaissance" type items. It was a ramshackle event, but some of the work of the craftsmen looked quite pristine.
Pipa had came upon this place by chance. He had been led to Satan City on a bounty hunt, but the bounty was captured by another before he could get there. As he was exiting the city to move back to his rotten little cave in the Bamboo Forest, he was stopped by some annoying human child who asked him if he had gotten his sword at the festival. Restraining his desire to kill the child, he managed to find out what this fair was and he had decided to see it for himself.
Humans were fascinating creatures to Pipa. So useless, so weak... yet they did their best to make up for it by cooperating with one another. It was a strange thought to Pipa, but maybe these bugs had the right idea. There were so many of them that they could share all kinds of things among themselves, and Pipa imagine that swordplay was no exception. That wizard had given him a sword, but Pipa had no idea how to use it...
Pipa walked up to a stall reading "Become a Swordsman in minutes!"
Walking up silently, Pipa placed a coin upon the table.
A man with blond hair and sun glasses walked up to Pipa with a smile. He looked very strange in a traditional black Yukata, with pink bubble gum bursting out of his lips as he approached.
"Welcome pupil man!" this strange swordsman said as he pulled a katana from his side.
"..." Pipa said, nudging the coin towards the man and trying to restrain his hatred of the mans smell.
"Oooh the strong silent type! I am Sensei Bratwurst, and I will make a pro out of you in minutes!" Bratwurst said.
Pipa gave the man an annoyed look through the slit of cloth that let his eyes show through. He was sure that this man could teach him nothing now, but something about him pissed Pipa off.
"First, lets just see if you can slice through one thing of bamboo with that scimitar of yours eh?' the man said as he put the vegetation onto the table in front of him.
Pipa glared as he withdrew his black blade from its hilt along his belt. He lifted the sword up, that had the sheen of gun metal as it met the light of the sun. With a forceful but sloppy blow, Pipa brought it down upon the bamboo. His strength cut easily through the bamboo, and then right into the counter table. The thick table split in two and fell apart. Pipa's blade got stuck into the ground, and the demon had to pull for a moment to get it back out.
Bratwurst looked at Pipa and groaned.
"What's the big idea! That is my mom's favorite table!" Bratwurst yelled at Pipa as other festival goers stopped to see what all the commotion was about.