
"Y' have improved sire" Staed the mentor, not young, yet not old, he had hair of a fiery colour to rival the suns own glorious rays. He wore an all black tunic save fot the silver and aquamarine earings that hung from his ears and the sheath of magnificent silver that held his sword when he had no need of it.
'Of course Tasuki, I have you to thank for that pleasure.' Said the mentors companion, a younger man with briliant long locks of gold, he wore the most regal looking white tunic with a golden royal crest embalzoned accross its chest, the prince of Kutou.
Each word of the prince's thanks was punctuated with a strike of his balde.
"T'is true Nakago, but your still not fightin with yer heart, til then ya will never reach yer true potential." The words spoken by Nakagos mentor were true, the prince was to like his father, blood thirsty and cruel to those deemed unworthy of his time, he tried for Tasuki though, truly he did, he tried to honor the code, but for the wrong reasons.
As blades clashed and the heavy breathing of the two warriors could be heard atop the destitute and decaying reamins of a once grand castle that served as their training ground, more words were spoken.
"Ya member the code Nakago do ya not?" Asked the mentor, knowing the answer would be yes, as he had told his pupil many a time to abide by said code.
'Of corse Tasuki; A knight is sworn to valour, his heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his words speak only truth, his wrath undose the wicked. The code by which I live my life, in an aim to be like you my dear mentor.' The final statement was spoken with deep sincerity and long pent up emotion.
The prince's training in the way of the sword had come to a halt the moment the sacred code of the knight had keft his delicate lips.
A brief nod was all that his mentor gave, apparently unaware of the hidden meaning in those words and the flitting look of hopelessness in his students eyes.
"M'be we should stop fer a drink Nakago, after all i wouldn't want ta meet and untimely end with yer fathers blade if I reaturned ya to im exausted." Tasuki had to give a bitter smile at his own words, as he knew to well that they were the truth, for which he was not afraid for himself, but more his student.
'Yes Tasuki, after all I do not think that you could keep up with me for much longer.' The prince laighed mentally as he knew how to exploit Tasukis weakness, his ego, after a long period of close inspection of such a beautiful creature one learns these things.
"I'd watch who yer were tauntin boy, yer may just force me inta provin ya otherwise." Nakago knew this as truth, as he had indeed been shown he was wrong on many an occasion when he had took his taunting a little to far.\par
'My apologies mentor, I mean no harm in my words.' As he knew he could never harm one who held such a large stake in his heart.
At that moment a young man ra towards the two, slightly out of breath, due to the long walk to the place in which the prince recieved his training. The boy clad in a faded blue tunic and blue bandana holding back his chin length sandy bangs spoke hurriedly;
*Your father sends for you sire, he wishes for you to witness him crush the peasants rebellion* At the end of saying the obviously rehearsed speech he bowed deaply.
'Excellent, we shall leave at once, come Tasuki let us enjoy the peasants downfall.' Nakago was going to enjoy this Immensly, he did not want to voice this however to Tasuki, as he knew it would offend him, and possibly damage the bond that they shared.
"As you wish sire." Tasuki's speach had a tendency to become alot more formal than his usual banter aroung those with which he felt not at ease, the sandy haired boy being one of those people, he seemed to take great delight in the inevitable and highly dishonorable slaughter of those less well off than himself.
So the three young men rode with great speed to the soon to be battle site, as they did so an uneasy feeling settled aound Tasuki's heart, that seemed to trap him so. He however quickly ridded himself of such trivial emotions as thay arrived at thier destination.
"Y' have improved sire" Staed the mentor, not young, yet not old, he had hair of a fiery colour to rival the suns own glorious rays. He wore an all black tunic save fot the silver and aquamarine earings that hung from his ears and the sheath of magnificent silver that held his sword when he had no need of it.
'Of course Tasuki, I have you to thank for that pleasure.' Said the mentors companion, a younger man with briliant long locks of gold, he wore the most regal looking white tunic with a golden royal crest embalzoned accross its chest, the prince of Kutou.
Each word of the prince's thanks was punctuated with a strike of his balde.
"T'is true Nakago, but your still not fightin with yer heart, til then ya will never reach yer true potential." The words spoken by Nakagos mentor were true, the prince was to like his father, blood thirsty and cruel to those deemed unworthy of his time, he tried for Tasuki though, truly he did, he tried to honor the code, but for the wrong reasons.
As blades clashed and the heavy breathing of the two warriors could be heard atop the destitute and decaying reamins of a once grand castle that served as their training ground, more words were spoken.
"Ya member the code Nakago do ya not?" Asked the mentor, knowing the answer would be yes, as he had told his pupil many a time to abide by said code.
'Of corse Tasuki; A knight is sworn to valour, his heart knows only virtue, his blade defends the helpless, his might upholds the weak, his words speak only truth, his wrath undose the wicked. The code by which I live my life, in an aim to be like you my dear mentor.' The final statement was spoken with deep sincerity and long pent up emotion.
The prince's training in the way of the sword had come to a halt the moment the sacred code of the knight had keft his delicate lips.
A brief nod was all that his mentor gave, apparently unaware of the hidden meaning in those words and the flitting look of hopelessness in his students eyes.
"M'be we should stop fer a drink Nakago, after all i wouldn't want ta meet and untimely end with yer fathers blade if I reaturned ya to im exausted." Tasuki had to give a bitter smile at his own words, as he knew to well that they were the truth, for which he was not afraid for himself, but more his student.
'Yes Tasuki, after all I do not think that you could keep up with me for much longer.' The prince laighed mentally as he knew how to exploit Tasukis weakness, his ego, after a long period of close inspection of such a beautiful creature one learns these things.
"I'd watch who yer were tauntin boy, yer may just force me inta provin ya otherwise." Nakago knew this as truth, as he had indeed been shown he was wrong on many an occasion when he had took his taunting a little to far.\par
'My apologies mentor, I mean no harm in my words.' As he knew he could never harm one who held such a large stake in his heart.
At that moment a young man ra towards the two, slightly out of breath, due to the long walk to the place in which the prince recieved his training. The boy clad in a faded blue tunic and blue bandana holding back his chin length sandy bangs spoke hurriedly;
*Your father sends for you sire, he wishes for you to witness him crush the peasants rebellion* At the end of saying the obviously rehearsed speech he bowed deaply.
'Excellent, we shall leave at once, come Tasuki let us enjoy the peasants downfall.' Nakago was going to enjoy this Immensly, he did not want to voice this however to Tasuki, as he knew it would offend him, and possibly damage the bond that they shared.
"As you wish sire." Tasuki's speach had a tendency to become alot more formal than his usual banter aroung those with which he felt not at ease, the sandy haired boy being one of those people, he seemed to take great delight in the inevitable and highly dishonorable slaughter of those less well off than himself.
So the three young men rode with great speed to the soon to be battle site, as they did so an uneasy feeling settled aound Tasuki's heart, that seemed to trap him so. He however quickly ridded himself of such trivial emotions as thay arrived at thier destination.