The sword flows, it twists and turns in gentle arcs, as if caressing an
invisible form. The sun glints from its polished blade, shimmering rainbows
of colour take flight with every stroke. Sakura blossoms tumble gracefully
and ever downwards, settling like a scented pink snow. Only to be disturbed
by feminine feet moving in graceful circles. Long black hair following
suit. Like a gymnasts ribbon it twists and snaps. Slowly the ballet comes
to a blissful halt. Serenity fills her being. Straight black hair frames
her now still face. Motion reflecting mind, mind reflecting form.
A young man looks onto this scene of irrepressible beauty, completely mesmerised by the form before him.
"Amazing..." he whispers to himself, this however is enough to break the mood.
"Urashima, " asks the woman quizzically "what are you doing?"
"Oh," the boy replies, slightly startled. "Just watching you train"
The aforementioned katana-wielding woman is none other than Motoko Aoyoma. She prides herself on her stalwart purity, and undeniable strength. However one of those qualities has begun to fail, due to the presence of a certain, clumsy ronin. This clumsy ronin is non other than Keitaro Urashima. This seemingly uninteresting rake of a boy is a third year ronin. Even after years of almost constant study he seems no closer to his goal.
Blushing, Motoko smiles at the man and asks sweetly, "Would you like to join me?"
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Sorry about the short chapter, I'm really anxious to continue this story, but I can't be bothered publishing it if no one wants to read it. So as they say in the classics, "the ball is in your court". If you want me to keep writing tell me so. Creative criticism welcomed, flames ignored.
A young man looks onto this scene of irrepressible beauty, completely mesmerised by the form before him.
"Amazing..." he whispers to himself, this however is enough to break the mood.
"Urashima, " asks the woman quizzically "what are you doing?"
"Oh," the boy replies, slightly startled. "Just watching you train"
The aforementioned katana-wielding woman is none other than Motoko Aoyoma. She prides herself on her stalwart purity, and undeniable strength. However one of those qualities has begun to fail, due to the presence of a certain, clumsy ronin. This clumsy ronin is non other than Keitaro Urashima. This seemingly uninteresting rake of a boy is a third year ronin. Even after years of almost constant study he seems no closer to his goal.
Blushing, Motoko smiles at the man and asks sweetly, "Would you like to join me?"
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Sorry about the short chapter, I'm really anxious to continue this story, but I can't be bothered publishing it if no one wants to read it. So as they say in the classics, "the ball is in your court". If you want me to keep writing tell me so. Creative criticism welcomed, flames ignored.