FINAL FANTASY XI
CHAPTER II
Receiver
A quick slice of the blade overhead, followed by another. Another one further more, and yet another wave of metal creasing air after that. And then once again; armor clad Osamu Hiroto practiced his technique. He was some sight; a tall man with long blonde hair, in decent metal shackles of crimson red one could call protection. His helmet had Viking-like horns of metal, with an eastern flare to them. And the finest thing of all was the katana, and the zing that it made while piercing the air.
Grunts, both necessary for exhaling and just that of aggression would take the attention of none here. The forest, set in the outskirts of Ronfaure and away from any Windurst city, was a perfect setting in which to swing his weapon mercilessly in hopes of a real battle's aide. Here there was no one to accidentally cut or injure as he practiced moves known to most samurai as the Ryoujinn, and Zantetsuken.
It was almost too serene; he relished in it however. But even as the tempered samurai enjoyed being alone in the forest, he couldn't help but to disturb the natural order of things. Osamu would swing his blade sideways through the air, not even feeling the force of feedback from cutting a tree clean in half. There was no cracking sound of severed would, a simple slump and thud. Being hopefully courteous and true to his means, the young man would scan the trees. Something had pierced his mind to be so much as a gasp, which meant someone had been disturbed by his efforts.
To the left, he found nothing... And to the right as well. A short search that would seem unnecessary to those not of the bushido would commence, and finally his sights would befall a young Elvaan girl. It wasn't out of the ordinary for these events to happen so briskly to Osamu. First he had lopped a tree clean of its substance, and now he stood before a girl dressed in a long blue shirt that could almost be considered a dress. She sported blue tinted glasses to match, and her hair was a light Elvaan blonde, that hung down freely. His assessment of her appearance was finished, but Osamu had to see if she was armed. She was holding one vile in one hand, and another filled with green nectar in the other, in pouring gesture. An odd indent in her clothing near the thigh...
"I apologize for disturbing you madam, I was simply training." Osamu made good use of the time given ninja like precision and speed; only with words. And the target seemed taken aback, as if she hardly noticed he was there. She tilted her head a bit even to enunciate her confusion, but she did nod softly, and emitted a voice fitting of her demeanor.
"It's nothing, I'm fine. I just didn't know there was anyone else in this forest." She would smile though; it wasn't as if his company was horribly imposing. Osamu could only ponder to why she seemed relieved of his presence. Perhaps she was a quiet girl? The samurai's thoughts were constantly on the move, trying to assess this and that like he had seen in his native texts. He was from Kuro-sei, a city in the Bastok Republic on the Far Eastern shores of Gustaberg. East meets west it would seem, the Elvaan girl's manner very polite and reserved, fitting the description that most would place to a San D'orian native.
"Alright, well then..." The conversation seemed over, strategically... It was time to take leave of her. So he did, without so much as a word but a custom bow. His long tresses didn't so much as twitch, almost as if it held the same discipline he aimed for; off he went back into the woods.
Swing.
Slice.
Another tree down.
Swing.
Slice again.
Good bye, tree.
He would progress in the same pattern for long enough that he had the definite perception that she was watching him. With thus assessed he aimed for an attack, so to speak. A canteen was latched to his side, and he relieved the strap of which it hung. Sitting on a rock near the girl, he'd wave a bit signaling a prolonged return, unscrewing the lid of the container in his grasp. He'd take a sip, and make conversation.
"So, um.. What are you doing with those vials?" Osamu noticed she still had the same too glass tube, now one containing an amber fluid and the other a lighter shade of green. Perhaps she was a scholar, but at her age? Maybe she was brewing, but Osamu awaited her answer rather than make guesses.
"Oh, I'm trying to make a potion... That heals and also purifies any poison at the same time. " She took a herb from a briefcase she had strewn open beside her, and placed it in the brown filled tube she held along side the green in her left hand. Osamu watched as the herb dissolved, and the brown became a light yellow.
"So you're a chemist?" He broke his earlier fix, and dared question on his own. He was rewarded with a nod, as she was concentrating more on mixing a tad of the yellow fluid with the green. The Elvaan girl then put a cork in it, and placed it in a small setting inside the case she seemed to have carried with her. She adjusted her glasses on either side, balancing them as she returned her gaze to Osamu.
"Yes, I am. And you're... a samurai? " One for one, she wasn't unintelligent at all, but who could be? Such a soft-spoken figure out in the woods alone by herself, with the stereotypical glasses and such. Osamu would reply with a quiet nod of his own, but a quirk of his brow shown when the Elvaan would rise to her feet in the early morning sun.
"What's wrong? Are you going somewhere?" Osamu didn't know why she would so suddenly get up and leave. Did his occupational class scare her at all? Perhaps she was a naturalist, and didn't take kindly to him destroying trees. But she shook her head and started walking soon after. She truly was a quiet one, and Osamu's intrapersonal behavior almost paled in comparison to her own. She finally did stop, and take a long pause. It didn't seem to him that she was short of words, so much that she was choosing them carefully.
"I have a package to pick up, in Rydia. It's not that far from here, just across the Ronfaure border and into Saruta Baruta." She answered him well enough that he could assess it was of moderate importance, not so much that her life depended on it, but that it would be a hassle if she did not go to the place to receive it on time. According to her, he was in Windurst territory, and she was heading into that of the Elvaan. Perhaps he could even so much as ask to accompany her to the city in search of a place to resupply?
"If it's not too forward, I'd like to come with you. I don't know my way too well around this place." Perhaps it wasn't too forward, the Elvaan girl had seemed receptive enough to him from the moment they had met, but her almost eternally quiet matter made her harder to read than a book in a foreign text. She would quietly think it over, as she usually did, but her response was as he had hoped, even with a little more confident life to it.
"Sure, not a problem at all. Rydia's just over the sunrise, in that direction."
"Alright, let's go."
"Hey, I never caught your name."
"It's Elarisa."
"I see. My name is Osamu."
"Then let's go, Osamu."
CHAPTER II
Receiver
A quick slice of the blade overhead, followed by another. Another one further more, and yet another wave of metal creasing air after that. And then once again; armor clad Osamu Hiroto practiced his technique. He was some sight; a tall man with long blonde hair, in decent metal shackles of crimson red one could call protection. His helmet had Viking-like horns of metal, with an eastern flare to them. And the finest thing of all was the katana, and the zing that it made while piercing the air.
Grunts, both necessary for exhaling and just that of aggression would take the attention of none here. The forest, set in the outskirts of Ronfaure and away from any Windurst city, was a perfect setting in which to swing his weapon mercilessly in hopes of a real battle's aide. Here there was no one to accidentally cut or injure as he practiced moves known to most samurai as the Ryoujinn, and Zantetsuken.
It was almost too serene; he relished in it however. But even as the tempered samurai enjoyed being alone in the forest, he couldn't help but to disturb the natural order of things. Osamu would swing his blade sideways through the air, not even feeling the force of feedback from cutting a tree clean in half. There was no cracking sound of severed would, a simple slump and thud. Being hopefully courteous and true to his means, the young man would scan the trees. Something had pierced his mind to be so much as a gasp, which meant someone had been disturbed by his efforts.
To the left, he found nothing... And to the right as well. A short search that would seem unnecessary to those not of the bushido would commence, and finally his sights would befall a young Elvaan girl. It wasn't out of the ordinary for these events to happen so briskly to Osamu. First he had lopped a tree clean of its substance, and now he stood before a girl dressed in a long blue shirt that could almost be considered a dress. She sported blue tinted glasses to match, and her hair was a light Elvaan blonde, that hung down freely. His assessment of her appearance was finished, but Osamu had to see if she was armed. She was holding one vile in one hand, and another filled with green nectar in the other, in pouring gesture. An odd indent in her clothing near the thigh...
"I apologize for disturbing you madam, I was simply training." Osamu made good use of the time given ninja like precision and speed; only with words. And the target seemed taken aback, as if she hardly noticed he was there. She tilted her head a bit even to enunciate her confusion, but she did nod softly, and emitted a voice fitting of her demeanor.
"It's nothing, I'm fine. I just didn't know there was anyone else in this forest." She would smile though; it wasn't as if his company was horribly imposing. Osamu could only ponder to why she seemed relieved of his presence. Perhaps she was a quiet girl? The samurai's thoughts were constantly on the move, trying to assess this and that like he had seen in his native texts. He was from Kuro-sei, a city in the Bastok Republic on the Far Eastern shores of Gustaberg. East meets west it would seem, the Elvaan girl's manner very polite and reserved, fitting the description that most would place to a San D'orian native.
"Alright, well then..." The conversation seemed over, strategically... It was time to take leave of her. So he did, without so much as a word but a custom bow. His long tresses didn't so much as twitch, almost as if it held the same discipline he aimed for; off he went back into the woods.
Swing.
Slice.
Another tree down.
Swing.
Slice again.
Good bye, tree.
He would progress in the same pattern for long enough that he had the definite perception that she was watching him. With thus assessed he aimed for an attack, so to speak. A canteen was latched to his side, and he relieved the strap of which it hung. Sitting on a rock near the girl, he'd wave a bit signaling a prolonged return, unscrewing the lid of the container in his grasp. He'd take a sip, and make conversation.
"So, um.. What are you doing with those vials?" Osamu noticed she still had the same too glass tube, now one containing an amber fluid and the other a lighter shade of green. Perhaps she was a scholar, but at her age? Maybe she was brewing, but Osamu awaited her answer rather than make guesses.
"Oh, I'm trying to make a potion... That heals and also purifies any poison at the same time. " She took a herb from a briefcase she had strewn open beside her, and placed it in the brown filled tube she held along side the green in her left hand. Osamu watched as the herb dissolved, and the brown became a light yellow.
"So you're a chemist?" He broke his earlier fix, and dared question on his own. He was rewarded with a nod, as she was concentrating more on mixing a tad of the yellow fluid with the green. The Elvaan girl then put a cork in it, and placed it in a small setting inside the case she seemed to have carried with her. She adjusted her glasses on either side, balancing them as she returned her gaze to Osamu.
"Yes, I am. And you're... a samurai? " One for one, she wasn't unintelligent at all, but who could be? Such a soft-spoken figure out in the woods alone by herself, with the stereotypical glasses and such. Osamu would reply with a quiet nod of his own, but a quirk of his brow shown when the Elvaan would rise to her feet in the early morning sun.
"What's wrong? Are you going somewhere?" Osamu didn't know why she would so suddenly get up and leave. Did his occupational class scare her at all? Perhaps she was a naturalist, and didn't take kindly to him destroying trees. But she shook her head and started walking soon after. She truly was a quiet one, and Osamu's intrapersonal behavior almost paled in comparison to her own. She finally did stop, and take a long pause. It didn't seem to him that she was short of words, so much that she was choosing them carefully.
"I have a package to pick up, in Rydia. It's not that far from here, just across the Ronfaure border and into Saruta Baruta." She answered him well enough that he could assess it was of moderate importance, not so much that her life depended on it, but that it would be a hassle if she did not go to the place to receive it on time. According to her, he was in Windurst territory, and she was heading into that of the Elvaan. Perhaps he could even so much as ask to accompany her to the city in search of a place to resupply?
"If it's not too forward, I'd like to come with you. I don't know my way too well around this place." Perhaps it wasn't too forward, the Elvaan girl had seemed receptive enough to him from the moment they had met, but her almost eternally quiet matter made her harder to read than a book in a foreign text. She would quietly think it over, as she usually did, but her response was as he had hoped, even with a little more confident life to it.
"Sure, not a problem at all. Rydia's just over the sunrise, in that direction."
"Alright, let's go."
"Hey, I never caught your name."
"It's Elarisa."
"I see. My name is Osamu."
"Then let's go, Osamu."