'This stuff' - Spanish
Byakuran was happy, unbelievably so. She skipped wherever she walked and grinned whenever the mood struck her, even going as far as burst into maniacal cackles, scaring everyone within the vicinity. She spoke with a cheerfully upbeat tone and her eyes positively sparkled every time she blinked. Everyone and their mother had noticed the difference in her, which was good considering Byakuran was all for letting the whole world know her immense joy.
And the reason why was clutched in her hand nearly at all times. The white katana that went by the name Awai Kyokusen or The Pale Curve was her constant companion. This was one of the three blades of the clan along with Kakimawasu Ken or The Churning Sword - Kakimawasu Ken was also the name of the fighting style involving their kekkai genkai - and Chi o Hisunoizu or The Hissing Blood.
Now let her give a little background information on The San Ken or The Three Blades. All of them were distinct to the Hanazono clan and all three could only be handled by a person from the Hanazono clan. Although considering the Awai's function someone outside the clan could wield it but not for long.
There hasn't been a person who could deal with all three at the same time for five generations, her mother and uncle could only use two which was still very impressive but not worth legendary proportions.
These three swords had a function and a history and she'd explain them all.
Let's start with Awai Kyokusen, the one currently in her hand. The white sword, like all three had a special use. Awai Kyokusen constantly drew the chakra needed for iaido, the Samurai blade technique, from her system. Now someone's probably wondering how the seemingly not sentient katana could take her internal energy so easily and just what the hell this iaido was.
Well she'll tell, starting with the easier one, the Samurai technique.
Iaidō refers to a specific style of kenjutsu that specialized in smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its scabbard so one could strike or cut an opponent, remove the blood from the blade, and then replace the sword in the sheath. The type of linear motion and force applied to draw the sword from the scabbard resulted in slashes that are faster and stronger than the ones done with the sword already in a person's grasp.
The speed at which iaido can be used - the initial strike in particular - was so fast that when performed by a very skilled user it can prevent enemy shinobi from forming hand seals (and by proxy ninjutsu) by exploiting the small opening that these movements create. This makes them highly effective against most ninja if performed by one who has mastered the style. How could ninja fight with their ninjutsu if they could form seals? Answer: they can't.
She didn't know the exact reason the Awai Kyokusen absorbed chakra since her ADD got in the way of paying attention to her history lessons but apparently the blacksmith - Hanazono Hanji - who created the blades used extensive amounts of his chakra and seals while forging and creating the blade. In particular, he utilized extensive amounts of mental chakra which was why it sort of has a mind of it's own when someone took hold of it.
Like she had said before, anyone could potentially weild it but it wouldn't work for long unless they were someone from her clan and someone who had a lot of chakra. And boy was she lucky she was loaded with the stuff else her uncle would have said no to her proposal and she would have been forced to tell her mother what he said.
Kakimawasu Ken was made pretty much the same was as Awai but he used his Kakimawasu chakra and fuuinjutsu instead. It reacted pretty much the same way but by pulling the kekkai genkai energy into the blade.
Imagine a chakra covered katana where one would barely have to move in order to send a wave of red crashing over their enemies. Effective? Byakuran would hope so.
Of course not every person in her clan could and would be able to hold Kakimawasu Ken because if they didn't have the special chakra it would kill them trying to draw on something that wasn't there. Not to mention only the head families had the right to earn permission. To be honest Byakuran wasn't sure if she even had the clan's bloodline. She was a half breed, her father's blood taking away from her chance at having a chance to hold all three which kind of pissed her off.
Chi o Hisunoizu, the Hissing Blood - anyone should be able to guess how this one came about - only accepted clan members with pure Hanazono blood and once it took that blood it was poisonous to others until it ran out. She didn't know what it meant by pure but if it meant it in a literal sense then her chances was dashed.
A pang of anger pulsed through her chest and stubbornly Byakuran pushed it back. She refused to hate Jiraiya because if she did she would have to hate her mother as well. And she ignored the little venomous voice whispering about how easy it would be to place that dark emotion at the Sanin's feet.
She shook her head. There was still a possibility and she would cling to it. Byakuran hadn't yet reached the age to have herself tested so it was fine.
"Perfectly fine." She affirmed with a nod.
Tightening her grip on the seemingly purring Awai she remembered what her uncle had told her about it.
"The more positively it reacts, the more of the clan it recognizes you as." He said, spotting the insecurity in her gaze. "If the Awai likes you, you are more than worthy."
Lifting the pale katana to her chest she gave it a hug and a twirl.
"Aw, I like you too Awai-chan!" She said, spirits lifted as it rattled harder.
It was final, Byakuran would be the first in five generations to wield all three. Even if it killed her, she would complete her goal and that was a promise on her honor.
Setting the sword on her bed she gathered up her outfit for the day and slipped it on. It was a white battle kimono with a violet sash that ended at her thighs with a pair of black short shorts underneath. Slipping on her sandals - much like Shippuden Hinata's except with a flatter bottom instead of her platform like ones - she slung Awai over her shoulder and exited her room.
On top of having been training her in kenjutsu for weeks her uncle had agreed to bring her on a trip to a nearby Shinobi/Civilian/Samurai despot if she had met his criteria.
Byakuran grinned and flipped her hair in pride. Psh, she met it, through cringing pain and tearful training she had completed his regime in time and it had totally been worth it.
"Oji-sama, Kaa-chan, Ganjuro-oji-sama!" Byakuran called, waving happily deciding not to call him a stalker in front of people. That was how happy she was.
"Ready to go to Takumi Village, aren't we my little orchid?" Her mother asked settling near the front of the caravan with Toshiro happily reaching for the white haired girl. Cute little bugger.
"Yeah! Definitely!" She agreed laughing, taking the baby from her mom as he gurgled happily. "Hey Tocchan! Ready to call me 'sister' yet?"
And when she only received a smack on her forehead from a small uncoordinated hand she sighed sadly. "I guess not but that doesn't mean we can't work on it."
"Tatami." Her Kage no Ken uncle called. "What exactly does that mean? I've heard her speak like that many times before and I cannot understand."
Her mother snorted. "It's a little language she made up ever since she was a child." Her mother explained. "Now she's gonna teach it to Toshiro."
For a second her uncle was silent. "Your daughter...created...a language?" He questioned, tone skeptical. "You do realize how ingenious that is?"
Sojiro barked a laugh. "That's one way to describe that gaki."
"I heard that you crotchety old man!" Said gaki shouted, much to the amusement of the two adults. "Don't listen to your tou-san, I'm hardly a brat as much as he is a stale, slowly graying elder."
A hand connected sharply with the back of her head. "Gaki, stop corrupting my gaki and my hair is not losing color."
"Ow!" She cried whipping around to glare at her uncle. "Irresponsible use of techniques!"
The blue haired man snorted. "I'm the clan head, what I do is law." Not a second later he was hunched over with her mother's fist hovering near his own head. Karma, how effective thou art.
"Damnit Tatami." He growled, giving into the urge to comfort his own pain and Byakuran having intimate knowledge of her mother's strength, rubbed her neck in sympathy. "What was that for?!"
"What?" Her mother said with a innocent smile. "I was merely following your laws Hanazono-sama." She said with a deep bow.
"Pawned." Byakuran snickered, allowing her cousin to tangle his pudgy fingers in her hair with a wince. "She totally got you."
"Damn mouthy brat, get in the wagon." Her uncle instructed heading to the front with her mother.
"Remember, keep your hands and feet inside the cart at all times!" Her mother called, cautioning her.
"I know kaa-chan! You told me this like five times!" Byakuran shouted back.
"Just making sure you remember!"
"How could I forget with you constantly reminding me?" She muttered and wow, did she remind her. Notes in her shower, shoes, breakfast, her underwear, hell in the sheath of Awai! And she didn't know how she pulled that considering she never let it out of her sight. Overprotective motherly instincts were terrifying.
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
Byakuran cringed in fear, yes truly terrifying. "NOTHING KAA-SAMA!"
"That's what I thought dear!"
Settling on the roof of the expensive comfy wagon - because it sort of seemed modeled after a double decked bus - she set Toshiro between her legs as Ganjuro appeared to her left.
"You have to teach me that."
He chuckled. "When you're older."
"I'll hold you to it." She paused. "Um Stalker-oji? What is Takumi Village?" Because she did not know.
Like the Wikipedia of the ninja world he spit out the information she needed. So useful, her Stalker-ouji-sama.
"Takumi Village resides in the Land of Rivers. It was founded approximately one hundred years ago by a man named Seimei. Takumi is known for its skills in making weaponry, many of which are sold to the ninja villages of the world and sometimes Samurai will go buy."
"So we'll meet ninja there?" She questioned, wary.
"No need to worry Byakuran, Toshiro-sama and you both will be safe." He assured and minutely Byakuran relaxed.
Looking over the passing terrain, Byakuran couldn't help but wonder and fear over who exactly she would run into while there.
Suddenly the prospect of visiting Takumi Village didn't seem like so much fun.
Edit:1/24/16
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