Author's Note: Another writing sample for an RPG that I liked well enough to post here. Hopefully, my muse will recover from my latest installment of 'Ten Guns, Two Roses' and I'll be able to write you all a decent Saiyonji fanfiction. Until then, enjoy this... Oh, and don't forget to read and review it.
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The match started simply, both men holding their bokkens at an arm's length as they studied the other, looking for possible weakness. They moved as well, Saiyonji choosing to start circling to his opponent's left, while the other man countered by moving towards the jaden-haired man's own left. For a moment, the sound of silence - save for the two men's graceful footsteps padding along cautiously - filled the dojo... And then the first attack was called, as was required in strange sword art.
"Man!" the other kendoka called, the wooden blade slicing neatly through the air towards Saiyonji's armor-encased head.
The weapon, however, never connected, as the jaden-haired man slid his own sword up to block the blow, before calling out an attack of his own. "Do," he said calmly from behind his face mask, bringing his bokken in a horizontal motion over his opponent's chest. Had the weapon been a real one, and had both contestants not been wearing protective armor, the attack would have left a gaping gash over the other kendoka's chest. As such, both Saiyonji and the other man knew the slash was worthy of a point.
And apparently the judges agreed, because the one in charge of scoring called out, "Point for Saiyonji Kyoichi."
With that, Saiyonji smiled confidently behind his face mask. The first point had been all too easy, and he knew that another would be like a walk in the park... and with that he would win another match. Raising his sword to parry any attack sent at him, the jaden-haired kendoka wished for a moment that there was more than one person who could make these matches a challenge, and then returned his mind to the bout.
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The match started simply, both men holding their bokkens at an arm's length as they studied the other, looking for possible weakness. They moved as well, Saiyonji choosing to start circling to his opponent's left, while the other man countered by moving towards the jaden-haired man's own left. For a moment, the sound of silence - save for the two men's graceful footsteps padding along cautiously - filled the dojo... And then the first attack was called, as was required in strange sword art.
"Man!" the other kendoka called, the wooden blade slicing neatly through the air towards Saiyonji's armor-encased head.
The weapon, however, never connected, as the jaden-haired man slid his own sword up to block the blow, before calling out an attack of his own. "Do," he said calmly from behind his face mask, bringing his bokken in a horizontal motion over his opponent's chest. Had the weapon been a real one, and had both contestants not been wearing protective armor, the attack would have left a gaping gash over the other kendoka's chest. As such, both Saiyonji and the other man knew the slash was worthy of a point.
And apparently the judges agreed, because the one in charge of scoring called out, "Point for Saiyonji Kyoichi."
With that, Saiyonji smiled confidently behind his face mask. The first point had been all too easy, and he knew that another would be like a walk in the park... and with that he would win another match. Raising his sword to parry any attack sent at him, the jaden-haired kendoka wished for a moment that there was more than one person who could make these matches a challenge, and then returned his mind to the bout.
