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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 12, 2016 6:25:22 GMT
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It was a beautifull day around the path of the forest of the Eastern region, The wind constantly blowing through the nearby area as an single old man would bring himself to let out a exhausted sigh with his eyes travelling towards the small figure that was constantly striking towards the air, attempting to learn a single technique. "Rocket!, ROCKET!" The femine voice constantly shouting strange names, some times even in rapid succession and often landing on the ground while clutching her own skull and shouting out in pain. Making an entire show about the constant tong twisters she had been throwing around, hoping to find a single quote that she could build herself off. Maybe even having a single attack that would sound nice in her ears, as every single move up till now she knew were rather simple. "Hana, Stop making such a drama about every single time you try to learn a special move" He spoke in a honest tone, Ayumu the old man his name, his forehead showing a few worrisome wrinkles, yet his eyes sparkled something fierce. Knowing that this woman that was training infront of him wouldn't listen to the rational advice he had given. Slamming his hand down onto the desk, Knowing that the nearby people wouldn't be coming soon he had planned to close up shop for today while starting to take out the wooden cane that was given to him from the wooden essence of the creature training before him, his voice resounded in the sky. "Ayumu!, Let me enjoy myself for once okay?" "Hana, Shush, You seem to be forgetting that compared to even the weakest turtle hermits of back in the day they all had some form of self defence, What do we have?" "My super special Pocky Red Cannon Glaive!" "No, No you do not at all have a technique to use in the middle of combat!" Slamming the cane like stick onto the ground, his brow quickly pulled itself together as his face had distorted in something mighty fierce, walking forwards to Hana, Ayumu would not have shown this woman a single bit of piety. Her promise of protecting him was something that he would have continued to remind her off and make sure that she was not taking this too lightly. Constantly ending every single complaint with her storming off, but this time they both seemingly started to get on with a strange train of thought. "Wait, Are you thinking what i am thinking of?" "You have tortured me with these fumes for a multitude of centuries... Do you think it will work?" An evil grin appearing on the two their faces, simply grinning at each other in a rather evil sense of the word. But after a short discussion of what they considered a battle tactic, he would simply start to point away from the stall. Ayumu his face showing a bit displeasure, knowing that he had to make sure that her practice on toxic fumes would not interrupt the cooking he was going to be doing in this area. Slowly starting to start up all the heating inside the stall, feeling a tad frigid in the cold nothern wind. Pocky
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Post by Pocky on Jan 13, 2016 4:30:51 GMT
The map he had in his hand flung into the air as Pocky walked around in circles, frustration ebbing from his every being. He was lost, so utterly lost, and try as he might he couldn't control his thoughts wandering to dark places. Like maybe, for example, he could be stuck in one of those enchanted bamboo forests that make people walk in circles for all eternity. It sure started to feel like it. If he would stop panicking and actually think about his next step, he probably would have found his way to some little town by now. He flopped himself on the ground, staring up at the sky.
"What am I doing?" He questioned, inspecting the clouds above him. "Where was the wrong turn taken? Did I even grab the right map?"
He looked over to that raggedy old piece of paper one could barely call a map anymore. It was given to him by his parents, and while he knew they meant well, that dang thing only served to cause him trouble on his Journey.
"I suppose," he thought out loud as he pulled himself to a squatting position with his shepherd's hook, "if I travel constantly in one direction, I'll eventually make it to a town, or at least the coast."
He groaned, leaning his cheek despondently against the shepherd's hook. "Or I could just end up in the desert and die a slow death by dehydration."
He stood, stretching down to pick up the piece of paper, and begun his walk once more. Praying that maybe soon he would come upon a town and get proper directions to the city. His father had offered to drive him there a few days ago, when he started his journey, but that would have defeated the purpose. These days of walking was supposed to be training, although come to think of it, Pocky didn't achieve any of that as of yet. Far too worried about how lost he was to train, and far too jumpy he was at night to sleep, he would most undoubtedly be counted as a mess himself if he happened upon a person.
Yes, far too worried he'd never seen civilization again that he failed to recognize the sounds of people until they were about twenty feet in front of him. Even having giant ears doesn't help when you wallow in your own misfortune. With a skip in his step, he approached.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 13, 2016 22:38:50 GMT
Upon the moment that you started to get rather close, you would see the sharp eyes of the woman starting to suddenly glare towards you. The body she had crouching downwards while her hand formed some sort of claw like end, green plant like thorns sticking out of her hand as she was about to jump at you before starting to calm down. Bringing herself to straighten up while Ayumu simple waved over at you with his free hand, the other leaning on the walking cane.
"Hello!, Do you need any help?"
Ayumu spoke, the pace in his step starting to hurry up, leaving small cracks on the ground hidden rather cleverly beneath the grass while his long steps seemed like he floated over the ground slightly before stopping in a near instant rather close infront of you. A stall starting to become visible to your far left between some trees with the name "The Oni's Resting Place" as it also soon became apparant from the clothing he wore with the same logo on his back that he was the owner of a food stall! In the middle of nowhere there was somebody who actually started to sell food to mere passerby's! But yet upon a closer inspection of the stall it would show not a single price while the female far in the distance continued her sparta like training
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Post by Pocky on Jan 17, 2016 20:04:23 GMT
Pocky jumped at the woman's aggression, falling back onto his rump. When it started to look like she was about to jump at him and attack, his hands started waving in the air frantically. "WAIT WAIT! I-I wasn't doin anythin."
A major sigh of relief was released when she ceased her aggression and the old man had beckoned him forward. Standing using the shepherd's hook, he dusted himself off. He looked up at the old man as he spoke, when he realized that the man was suddenly in front of him. His body became rigid again, fear climbing up and down his back. These two... humans... should stop startling him. His little heart wouldn't be able to take it. He stared at the old man a moment, then glanced past him at the shop, feeling his mouth water.
"Ah... Well, I'm a lil lost. If yeh don't mind helping out a passerby such as myself. Maybe... direct me to the nearest town." He stared at the stall, looking for the price tags to find there were none. "You sell food, old man? I'm mighty hungry myself, if yeh don't mind."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 17, 2016 20:52:11 GMT
As you shouted these words, you saw a dark smile coming up on the woman her face. Hana starting to smirk rather evilly about the sudden show of weakness from you while her teeth, razor sharp blades one would call them, started to become visible. Slowly wanting to approuch you, Yet she simply continued to practice her training. The constant sounds of her arms and legs snapping under the weight of the weapon she was practicing with, attempting to learn something new with her every fibre. The blood of her body having coloured every single piece of clothing on her body in a brilliant red.
"Please ignore Hana, she has been extremely excited to teach herself a new move, but she is unable to handle the weight of this attack correctly"
Pointing towards her before simply starting to plate up a rather strange recipe. Shaped like a small group of animals chasing after a single big mother like animal, it was like a pack of wolves, each a unique play on the appearance of the food. Bringing forth the message of the spring slowly approuchin and the children that were soon going to be birthed would be bringing themselves forwards in society. Constantly letting people expierience the sudden uprise of hundreds of warriors who aspired to become something in their future. Almost like he was serving you a message for the future, a possibility that you would one day even be the one to guide these little rascals onto the right course before asking you softly.
"So, What is your plan in the future?"
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Post by Pocky on Jan 17, 2016 23:01:59 GMT
Pocky felt a chill ride up his spine as he watched the woman swinging around her training weapon, which looked like it could be a compressed pillar of rock, but honestly the fox-Zoen didn't know what he was looking at. He wished she wouldn't look at him like that, he felt far too intimidated my that gaze to ignore her like the old man suggested.
"Excited? I... uh... I see." An ear kept twitching towards her direction, making sure to keep track of her movements so not to let her sneak up on him and truly give him a heart attack.
He looked away from her to watch the man work on the recipe. It was a rather strange sight to the foxman, not knowing what he was really looking at. Is this food or art? What ever it was, he watched the old man intently, getting lost in this mans actions. Should he have interpreted what was being presented to him, he may have been in awe and inflecting on his situation, and path in life. Sadly, he only received half of the message, and wasn't fully understanding it just yet. When the old man spoke to him, his ears perked up, tail twitching. He almost didn't hear the old man's question.
"Huh?... Plan in the future? Oh, uh. Well," He leaned against his shepherd's hook as he thought, "I suppose you could say I am on a pilgrimage of sorts. I'm planning on training to be the best martial artist I can be. So we'll see how far I get. I'm sure I'll reach my goals." He said with naive confidence.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 17, 2016 23:36:58 GMT
While you showed a obvious constant stare towards Hana, she would simply start to drop the large object that she was carrying, the rocks that are on this pole like object, compressed to near insane density, you would find yourself be ignored after a short while, her mouth forming a sudden disgracefull "tsch". Her weapon would soon start to shift in weight rather rapidly before the tip was stuck into the ground, causing it to sink down untill its entire weight was halfway completely stuck into the ground, not from the drop but from the weight pulling itself down untill hitting a underground rock. Her fists starting to project multiple blows forwards, starting to practice on the speed of her jab, she soon followed it up with precision training using a large cluster of rocks she threw to the air and had them rain down upon her. Causing her to swiftly start to deliver cross counters to every rock falling near her, soon reaching tens, twenties, even fourty diffrent rocks that had crashed upon her now bleeding hands. Fragments of flesh scattering everywhere as she continued, even when they were razor sharp.
Apart from Hana her training, Ayumu he himself started to give a pleasant chuckle, his voice being like a crispy rasp, his voice having a gentle undertone it was heavy at the same time. Constantly bringing his words with a sense of power as he never stopped to think to himself, always speaking within mere moments of you telling your point while he nodded patiently during your answer.
"If you are willing to train to such limits then i must tell you to always be carefull, giving a single inch to life is no reason to let life take the whole metre. Always continue training not to deliver a blow to shake life itself, but to be able to take every blow from life and keep on walking. You probably wont believe this, but i used to have a little grand kid who used to fit right here"
Showing his arms, he showed how he used to cradle this kid, before starting to look towards the sky.
"Yet somewhere down the line, i changed, life got me down on my knees mister. I started to change, i became somebody i was not proud off, i started to be unable to get off my knees and i kept being struck over the head to stay down there. But let me tell you something you already know, Life is a very nasty place, not a place of sunshine and rainbows. It is completely about how you can keep on moving without getting down on your knees. How much you can take without going down. So do not let anybody get to you and let you get yourself down on your knees. That is how winning is done, but now if you know how much you are worth"
Starting to bring his hand onto the table with a vicious bang, you could hear his words almost being shouted towards you.
"Then get what you are worth! But you gotta be willing to take the risks, Not to pull any sick tricks, like pointing at somebody else and it is their fault you arent where you want to be. That is not how winners act, that is how a coward acts and i know you better than that."
Before simply leaning back with a wide grin on his face, you could hear a soft female voice, far behind you repeating the words that he was going to speak right now.
"Maybe somebody will be doing his job, but that does not mean he has to stop you doing yours as a martial artist. Because if you are willing to go through hell and back, Go through the northern mountains and the underground hell chambers. If you are willing to go through every single battle that is brought upon you and are still moving forwards, then who in their right mind has the right to stop you!? I mean, Maybe you have something you havent finished in your life, something you regret, just like i regret my choices. Something you truely want to do and something you truely want to never let go off. SOMETHING. And who has the right to stop you!?, Nobody has the right to stop you doing what you have to fucking do!"
The cracks on the table starting to expand before he leaned backwards and spoke softly to the sky.
"It is your private right to listen to your gut, but who is the one who can talk shit about your gut? Nobody, Nobody is able to talk shit about your guts, nobody is able to even talk back about your opinion. You do what you want to do and move forwards."
Before starting to ruffle through his pocket, he took out a small set of bells, a twin set of bells on a beautifull set of hairs that were folded in a small rope resembling a lucky charm.
"Be a man, Not for yourself, not for us all, not for anybody, But for the you that dreamt of it. The one deep within you that always holds onto the hope to become the greatest warrior, do not let life be as hard on you as it has on me. Because this old man may have talked much more than he should have, but that is because he believes in you. Mano to mano, sir"
He then simply placed the lucky charm on the table, it was ingraved with a unique language, one that would have been hard to translate if you wouldn't be able to find a single example of its language. A custom language that would speak hope into the people that knew it. It was something that he once held dear but now was giving away, refusing to let it hit the ground like some useless trinket he handed it to the generation of tomorrow, to see their spirit...
To see their...determination.
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Post by Pocky on Jan 18, 2016 0:18:08 GMT
At first as the old man spoke, the foxman couldn't rightly comprehend what he was saying, as revealed his expression of confusion. But as the man went on, and he could feel the emotion behind the words, Pocky felt like he was witnessing this old man pouring his heart out to him. Inspiration slowly begun to build in him, as well as emotions of pity and sorrow for the man. What could have he gone through in his lifetime? The feelings the foxman could feel swelling up inside him, of hope and inspiration, begun to overwhelm him.
He had flinched when the man slammed his fist on the counter, but this expression of emotion from the old man was understandable. This was someone who was looking to him with expectation of greatness. He hung on the mans every word, and when the man was done, the foxman wore his ears down. Slowly those ears perked up as he reached for this little charm the man extended to him. Gingerly he picked it up, turning it over in his hands.
"I..." He looked up to the old man, still unsure of himself, "I don't know what to say... I can't possibly take this."
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 18, 2016 0:39:09 GMT
While you listened, all this starting to build up, you could see the fire burning inside the man his eyes starting to attain a new height, his mouth simple wanting to open once again, before simply slamming shut and then starting to look towards the sky. The sun slowly starting to lower itself beyond the horizon. Yet the hand of the man called Ayumu would simply show its thick veins that portruded from his flesh, the simple resistance against aging he had build up from so many years of training were visible over his body as he looked almost desperate while reaching out towards the sun with his palm while speaking this time in fewer words.
"That item was forged from something extremely dear to me, i myself who is with the power level of somebody equal to zero, somebody unable to bring himself forwards too far without going in a fight that he would not be able to win."
His hand would slowly start to travel down to the object that was laying down there, the thin strings that were interwined soon revealed their real meaning as you would be able to see the rather interesting multitude of colours of hair residing in it. Every single hair having a soft pulse of ki going through it at first, it would soon be able to be realized how wrong this single mere word was to the mind. The energy that was surging inside was a form of the energy released from your heart, a form of affection that had solidified and kept this object safe over a long period of time with such thick passion that it looked brand new still. Slowly his finger tapped the tip of the seven runes that were visible infront of you, starting to speak the word that was imprinted onto it.
"Comrade, the word that is imprinted is comrade, the runes all connect to each other like a beating heart, a honest heart that would give strenght to those that had carried it with them. Something that i never have gotten rid off as the one that this once belonged too, the one that once held this..."
His eyes started to become thin slits as he became unable to contain a soft tremble of his body, a cold chill starting to travel down his body while he let out a honest set of coughs for this person that he held so dearly. Unable to really get over the fact that this was coming up in his heart, now willing to go this far just to make a point. Yet as he did this he felt that he had to, he had to push himself and be able to continue carrying his name, to continue placing his trust in everybody.
"That heart was once the actual heart of a wooden golem, a creature that had gained sentience and fought against those he deemed unworthy, constantly striving forwards as we lived next to each other for such long periods that we almost seemed like brothers, kept apart between dimensions"
His words started to have a vague hint of reminiscance, knowing that he was telling too much, yet it was good enough for himself. It was nice to know that he had somebody that was willingly taking his time to listen and willingly going as far as he was to continue striving to bring himself more power. To be able to protect those he deemed neccesary to protect.
"When i was put in torture, i felt my spirit travel to many locations, to many areas, i suffered for a multitude of years as i constantly tried to keep myself in shape and push myself forwards to survive. Even at the age of 431, even at this young age, somebody who has not learned everything about this cruel world that kept knocking me down... Even i fear that i am not able to resist the blows of life, so i spread my passion to those that deserve it, i spread the flames"
Clutching the amulet that he had placed his hand on, you could see a sudden surge of energy starting to radiate from his body. Almost like a sudden waft of energy that would push his entire being to his limit, a faint glow in the corners of his eyes as a single droplet would travel down his cheek and fall down upon his hand before reaching it backwards.
"Let me rekindle that flame deep within that torso of yours with a passion of mine. You know that once a great woman travelled the lands, bringing forth gifts, bringing forth her meals to share and constantly striving to be one of the people that would be marked in history as forgettable but to have made a chance for our youth..."
Single flicking his hand forwards, you could see the amulet sailing towards you rapidly, making its way towards you. Like a piece of glass travelling towards you, you could see the light reflect of the ceramic disc that had the typical japanese ribbon attached to it for good luck symbols. Yet with the meaning behind it, you knew what it meant to throw it to you, his eyes etmitting what he had meant towards you. His immense amount of trust that was burning deep within there, able to shake even the worlds just to help you whenever you required him. He would be there for you when you needed him most, he would be there for you like a family member. This is the single reason, this devotion to this new found friend that he found in you, this single reason was why he shared such a precious artifact with you. The soft flash of light from the sun starting to recolour the ceramic tile in the colour of your fur as you would surely not be able to drop this item right? Even when it meant that catching it was to accept that you had accepted this object and would carry this man his will.
"Carry that will of his, like a true warrior that would know how to fight at the end of the day, but in the morning he knows how to truely bring peace to both his family and friends"
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Post by Pocky on Jan 18, 2016 1:56:52 GMT
At first Pocky didn't know what to do, but he caught the artifact, clutched it tightly to his chest after the catch. A moment had passed before a look of determination spread across the Zoen's face. He seemed to fluff up, caught up in the moment. The old man was right. Everything he had ever dreamed he could be was waiting for him to just become it, all Pocky had to do was set aside doubt and become the best martial artist he could be. And to keep pushing him forward the man gave him an object to remind him that even when he doubted himself, which he may, someone else out there had blind faith in him achieving his dream. He had that totem of hope and faith given to him by a man who had no reason to give him such an object, and did it anyway. Pride swelled in his chest, his tail swayed back and forth in his excitement. He can do this.
"Yes. I'll hold onto this. I can do this! You are right. Thank you, comrade." He nodded, and ate whatever food had been offered to him. When he was done eating, he would be on his way. To train, to forge ahead to that road of success. He would achieve his dream, doubt be damned.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 18, 2016 2:25:01 GMT
While your hand grasped the ceramic of the object, your body fluffing up, you saw that the single spot of the tear on the back of his hand would soon reveal a large amount of scars hidden under a soft layer that was hidden. Knowing that he himself was standing in the middle of this massive crossroads for everybody, knowing that he had to push himself forwards to be able to travel towards the future and not be pushed back in a corner like a creature that would hide its tail between its legs.
"Whether or not you win this thing, whether or not you make big"
He spoke softly, as he gulped down his food and made his way outside, slowly following his steps while waving his hand softly. Far in the distance the shouts of Hana training like a madman being heard, constantly keeping up her pace and always refusing to give up, Ayumu his mind was going on a full tilt. Constantly bringing forth this massive amount of willpower within himself to keep himself clinging on to life.
"He is going to have to decide how he is going to walk out of here when it is all set and done. Because this game we are living in is going to go on, nobody is able to stop this game..."
While slowly stopping to wave at him and move back to the stall, there was a sense of defeat on the shoulders of Ayumu. Knowing that he was within mere moments of facing a rather disastrious doom while a single cloaked figure sat there at the table. Simply slurping away at a bowl of ramen, undetected for as long as we can remember as he softly continued.
"And there is only one rule he is going to have to remember... There are no second chances. There is only this moment and the next moment"
He slowly continued while the slurping slowly started to stop, Hana starting to lift up the blade she had been practicing with, her eyes glowing a bloody red shine as she simply started to move forwards. Her steps starting to be interrupted by the feeling of despair she would sense in her body. Knowing that something terrible was going on, knowing that everything would collapse in on itself, the single point of his extreme stubbornness to bring forwards the point of having such a important item given away was starting to sound fishy in her ears. This figure he was able to detect and felt so intimidated by, so unable to resist it, made her body tremble in terror while she continued to hurry up her pace.
"And Every single one of those moments is a test, isn't it gramps? A test that you only get to take one time"
The cloaked figure bringing its entire body up as a dragonic tail slowly started to scratch over the ground, a soft rasp filling the soft silence of this stall. Constantly shaving away at the bottom, like a impeding doom as this cloaked figure brought out its opinion almost effortlessly. Knowing that what was infront of him would not stand a single chance if he brought himself in at full tilt, time seemingly slowing down for these three.
"If he sees a opening, he is going to take it, he will tear into every single chance he gets, just like i would not let myself stay down like a dog. This shot at victory, for not a single reason would i let my body not be pushed to the outmost limits to take this chance. Seizing that moment you step onto a single crossroad, Where everything you want collides with everything that stands in your way."
Ayumu continued to speak, Feeling this empty void that started to close in on him, his black eyes starting to gaze him deep in his own eyes like a voidless expanse that terrified him, almost making him unable to move as he simply continued to speak.
"I have got momentum at my back, but fear and doubt are thundering at me like a freight train, like a beast with fangs that could penetrate even the strongest willpower in the universe. And all i have, the only diffrence between making history and being history, the only thing that i can count on in any situation...the only thing i can count on at any given moment... That is me, My own soul that will burn brightly in the sky like a blazing sun to show everybody on the same crossroads the way"
A soft laughter starting to enter the empty expanse of silence that had brought itself upon the situation before the creature was about to speak, only to be interrupted by his last few words. This sentence that lasted mere moments as the cloths keeping out the outsiders from the insiders had been torn in two by a blade of rock as dense as a moon while flying towards this figure raising up its hands to both me and my comrade.
"This burning sun shall not be alone as you decided it to be, not this year, not last year, never! He shall never stop burning, crawling up from hell, escaping from heaven, This burning passion would smash through all those barriers and simply let everything turn to ashes to let everybody know their true calling! Hana!"
"Yes?"
"It is now us two, no, Can we even call us something seperate?!"
Two sets of fingers keeping the fist and weapon at bay with a single moment of static surrounding the entire stall before everything vanished in a blinding flash, something that was invisible to the outside like a mere moment of questioning about if the cart was truely there.
"It is now me and her, together, as one, Versus second place!"
(End)
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Post by Zerori on Jan 18, 2016 10:09:13 GMT
Pocky 1,295 <-- Word count2,176 <-- PL gains6,000 PL --> 8,176 PL~-~-~-~ Nostalgic Ayumu 4,055 <-- Word count5,840 <-- PL gains19,756 PL --> 25,596 PL
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