The Kasato Dojo was one of the last of its kind. Masters of all kinds
of martial arts rarely were accepted, instead you were trained by birth to
become a master in the art of the Ryuu. One particular little boy sat at
the sidelines of one of the training rooms. He watched as his older
colleagues fought slashing here and there with their lethal blades. Even
though this was a private school and taught just about everything, when it
came to training the tradition held, bright gi's, with long sleeves and a
hakama.
The boy looked up at the masters. The whole dojo had many, but only three were in the room now. The one leaning against the wall was Ikashihito- sama, the most revered of the masters. He looked over at the child and smiled. There was a thud and the boy snapped back at the battle. It was over; the older one had obviously won.
Ikashi-sama looked over at the child and hinted over to the fighters grounds as if to say, want a go? The boy smiled and leapt up playfully on to the elevated platform.
The other boy looked up at Ikashi-sama," Sou na?"
The boy picked his sword from the rack and perked up, angered at what he heard," Nan da to. What's that supposed to mean?"
Ikashi-sama spoke quietly," Give him your all."
The boy took up a stance," Whatever."
The chibi exclaimed," Prepare to meet my fearsome Kenryuuga technique."
Both boys charged at each other head on, crossing blades and hopping back. The older one circled the platfom with a smirk," not bad for a baka," This enraged the child, charging at the older one,"At least I'm not a busu- bouzu!" The older one ignored the comment, but the chibi knew he had gotten to him. Ikashi watched as the two flew in a repetitive endless waltz. Strike, dodge, and parry. Until both boys stopped. Ikashi was surprised. Who taught them this? The Kitsunega, Fox's Fang. Both boys sheathed their swords, but held different poses. Ikashi looked at the young boy, fool, he thought, his strategy (whatever it is) won't work. The older one shifted his foot slightly backwards; this was what Ikashi was waiting for. The boy sped and as soon as he was within striking range unsheathed his sword in a wide arc. But the little child wasn't there to receive the blow. Ikashi looked farther back the to see the little boy make his own dash, while the other boy thought he had triumphed. This slash was different, instead of one ark; the boy flowed into several, all barely hitting his opponent, whom eventually stumbled to the ground.
One of the other masters barked quickly, mou ii, to signal the end of the duel. Ikashi went over the battle in his head while the trainees went through the formalities. That slash, Hakira's sister must be training him privately. Hakira walked up to Ikashi with his bokken over his shoulder," How did I do Ikashi-sama?" "O.K." The boy just beamed up at him and walked out the open shoji. Ikari had his own home to go to, it was nearly lunch and his roommate Goren was likely to have made something by now. Ikashi walked down the street and looked up at the carving of Otou-sama, the creator of the village and protector of freedom. The statue showed a small monk, but the reality was far from it. Otou-sama was average-sized with rippling muscles and long hair, flowing all over his head. Ikashi turned around, sensing food up ahead, the smell was coming from his house and Ikashi walked onward.
The boy looked up at the masters. The whole dojo had many, but only three were in the room now. The one leaning against the wall was Ikashihito- sama, the most revered of the masters. He looked over at the child and smiled. There was a thud and the boy snapped back at the battle. It was over; the older one had obviously won.
Ikashi-sama looked over at the child and hinted over to the fighters grounds as if to say, want a go? The boy smiled and leapt up playfully on to the elevated platform.
The other boy looked up at Ikashi-sama," Sou na?"
The boy picked his sword from the rack and perked up, angered at what he heard," Nan da to. What's that supposed to mean?"
Ikashi-sama spoke quietly," Give him your all."
The boy took up a stance," Whatever."
The chibi exclaimed," Prepare to meet my fearsome Kenryuuga technique."
Both boys charged at each other head on, crossing blades and hopping back. The older one circled the platfom with a smirk," not bad for a baka," This enraged the child, charging at the older one,"At least I'm not a busu- bouzu!" The older one ignored the comment, but the chibi knew he had gotten to him. Ikashi watched as the two flew in a repetitive endless waltz. Strike, dodge, and parry. Until both boys stopped. Ikashi was surprised. Who taught them this? The Kitsunega, Fox's Fang. Both boys sheathed their swords, but held different poses. Ikashi looked at the young boy, fool, he thought, his strategy (whatever it is) won't work. The older one shifted his foot slightly backwards; this was what Ikashi was waiting for. The boy sped and as soon as he was within striking range unsheathed his sword in a wide arc. But the little child wasn't there to receive the blow. Ikashi looked farther back the to see the little boy make his own dash, while the other boy thought he had triumphed. This slash was different, instead of one ark; the boy flowed into several, all barely hitting his opponent, whom eventually stumbled to the ground.
One of the other masters barked quickly, mou ii, to signal the end of the duel. Ikashi went over the battle in his head while the trainees went through the formalities. That slash, Hakira's sister must be training him privately. Hakira walked up to Ikashi with his bokken over his shoulder," How did I do Ikashi-sama?" "O.K." The boy just beamed up at him and walked out the open shoji. Ikari had his own home to go to, it was nearly lunch and his roommate Goren was likely to have made something by now. Ikashi walked down the street and looked up at the carving of Otou-sama, the creator of the village and protector of freedom. The statue showed a small monk, but the reality was far from it. Otou-sama was average-sized with rippling muscles and long hair, flowing all over his head. Ikashi turned around, sensing food up ahead, the smell was coming from his house and Ikashi walked onward.