Author's note: Hello again!! Well where have I been, you ask? I have been
sick with a capital S.I.C. *Cough weeze sneeze sneeze cough*.K I was
healthy enough today to post this new chapter but it's next update may not
be for a while. Same goes for my OS story.... I really don't have much to
say because I can't really think of anything so I'll just wish everyone
else who's sick out there to get better because the flu
SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, I'm Blades "Good reading equals good times." I'm out. **************************************************************************** *********
Vyse's head was swirling. This was the most frustrating thing he had ever done in his life. It took him a second time at seeing it but Vyse noticed something odd about Nite's sister's sword.
"What kinda sword was that?"
"It is a katana, like mine." Nite answered, pulling his own sword out from its sheath.
Nite's sword glistened brightly in the sunlight. Vyse stared in awe at the beauty of it. The long, thin blade, the beautifully decorated circular handle with bright gold lines encasing it.
"Even though they're the same type of sword," Nite said, continuing his explanation. "They look quite different. Her blade is curved, mine is straight, her handle is wide and flat, wrapped in red tape, mine is round with gold lines surrounding it, and so on and so forth." Nite paused for a second and shook his head.
"Actually mine isn't really a katana it's made more in the style of a ninja- to then anything."
Vyse ignored his statement about the ninja-to. He was sticking with the word that he vaguely knew something about and he could have sworn he heard of that sword before.
"Hey aren't katanas made in some far away land and only used by..." Vyse's voice trailed off as he realized exactly what he was staring at.
"You're a Samurai!" He shouted while pointing his finger at Nite. Nite shushed him.
"Shut up Vyse!" He ordered. "I don't like talking about my heritage."
Vyse heard what he said but it didn't really sink in. "And that must mean your sister is one too!" His attitude suddenly went from amazement to shock.
He now knew from what he heard about the Samurai that Nite's sister could have killed him on so many different occasions. Not only did he figure this out but he also knew that Kage had recruited the perfect person for this job. And then like that, it seemed as Vyse had transformed from thirty to three.
"Wow I can't believe you're a Samurai! There are so many questions I need to ask you! There are a lot of rumors that I have to see if are true or not."
Nite shrugged his shoulder. "Ok, what do you need to know?"
Vyse jumped in joy. It tickled Nite pink that someone could be this fascinated in the Samurai.
"Ok first off, let me just ask you the most basic question so I don't seem like an idiot for flipping out like this."
Nite laughed. It was a little too late for that.
Vyse slowly spoke up. "What exactly IS a Samurai?"
Nite almost fell on his face when he heard the question. This guy was all excited over something he didn't even know about?! Well maybe all the rumors clouded the truth so much that he must have gotten confused. Nite finally decided on telling him, just to sort out the facts.
"A Samurai is a warrior with powerful techniques, including their most famous technique. Draw out,"
Vyse 'ooooed' and 'ahhhed' then told him to go on.
"Ok well the Draw out technique is something the Samurai use to release the sprit of their katana. This sprit comes in the form of energy, the amount of power that's in this energy depends on how much power the Samurai is putting out."
"Wait...That's what you used on me in that fight, huh?"
"Yes, that was one of my techniques."
Vyse moved on to some different questions. "What do you mean by 'how much power you put out'?"
Nite thought hard about how to put that differently, he soon found a way.
"Well as a Samurai, or any other fighter for that matter, begins to fight then energy of his own sprit rises. As it increases it helps out the fighter by either raising his physical strength or his awareness or even pumping in more adrenaline. Now unlike most fighters, a Samurai is able to use his own sprit to 'Draw out' the sprit of his weapon."
Vyse smiled with his newfound knowledge. "Oh I get it now! The more you get into the battle the more powerful your attacks are."
Nite was slightly surprised that Vyse understood all that. It amused him that he could talk to someone about what he was without some point of seriousness to it.
"That's right. And the truly amazing thing is that the more damage you receive also increases your power. It's all because of the human's basic will to survive, as you get closer to the point of death your inner strength magnifies a hundred fold. That's why no one has ever seen a Samurai die on the battlefield, because of the huge amount of energy that he has in him was enough to destroy hundreds of miles."
"Wow..." Vyse said in amazement. "All this is wonderful to finally find out but were taking up to much time talking so let me ask you one last thing before we go find Kage." He added.
"Ok. What?"
"Well from what I've heard every katana has a name so does yours and your sister's swords have one?"
Nite nodded his head to the question. "Yes they do. Mine is called Muramasa and hers is called Masamune. And our weapons are different from other Katanas since ours were made not to break under the strain of Draw out. Our swords are also sister swords, which means they were made from the same metal. The metal was enriched with a mystical power which bound the blades together, when one gets close to the other they both start to glow...Which actually helped my to find Claire a long time ago...But I wont get into that..."
Vyse got up and stretched. "Well that was definitely informative but I guess we should go find Kage now."
Nite stopped Vyse before he could walk away. "Wait, hold on. Now I got some questions for you."
Vyse smiled. "Ok. What questions?"
Nite stood up. "Well. What's so special about a Monk? You must have tremendous power too. There are only two people in this world who could've done what you did to me. You and my sister. So tell me. What makes a Monk stand above the rest?"
"Well," He started, "A Monk trains in the basic study of martial arts. They work everyday to perfect their bodies and strengthen the power in their blows. When a Monk has truly perfected himself, he is then ready to learn the Ancient Arts. The Ancient Arts are what you saw me use on you before. It allows the fighter to collect a hidden force within him and to release that force with an awesome power."
Nite interrupted Vyse. "That's using your sprit energy!"
Vyse looked confused. "What?"
"Each man and women holds sprit energy, like I said before, But only a few people can train themselves to use it. This sprit energy also goes by a different name. Mana. Mana can be used in many different ways. Weather it be channeling it into your fists to hit harder, or to use to help tap into the powers of a weapon. Everything like that requires Mana."
Vyse snapped his fingers. "Ohhh! I know what you mean now! I've heard that word when people are talking about Mages. Mages use their Mana to create a large variety of different spells. And not only that, but mages are more in tuned to their supply of Mana then we are, since they use it daily. But I've also heard that Mana becomes stronger with use. Kinda like it's energy is growing so you can use more energy-type attacks more often...I also heard that the more stronger your Mana gets the weaker you get, physically. Guess that's how they round themselves out, also guess that's why mages are so weak in hand to hand combat."
Nite sighed with a smile. "Well that was one fun talk. You want to go find Kage now?"
Vyse laughed then agreeded, both of them hopping on their chocobos and riding away.
Anyways, I'm Blades "Good reading equals good times." I'm out. **************************************************************************** *********
Vyse's head was swirling. This was the most frustrating thing he had ever done in his life. It took him a second time at seeing it but Vyse noticed something odd about Nite's sister's sword.
"What kinda sword was that?"
"It is a katana, like mine." Nite answered, pulling his own sword out from its sheath.
Nite's sword glistened brightly in the sunlight. Vyse stared in awe at the beauty of it. The long, thin blade, the beautifully decorated circular handle with bright gold lines encasing it.
"Even though they're the same type of sword," Nite said, continuing his explanation. "They look quite different. Her blade is curved, mine is straight, her handle is wide and flat, wrapped in red tape, mine is round with gold lines surrounding it, and so on and so forth." Nite paused for a second and shook his head.
"Actually mine isn't really a katana it's made more in the style of a ninja- to then anything."
Vyse ignored his statement about the ninja-to. He was sticking with the word that he vaguely knew something about and he could have sworn he heard of that sword before.
"Hey aren't katanas made in some far away land and only used by..." Vyse's voice trailed off as he realized exactly what he was staring at.
"You're a Samurai!" He shouted while pointing his finger at Nite. Nite shushed him.
"Shut up Vyse!" He ordered. "I don't like talking about my heritage."
Vyse heard what he said but it didn't really sink in. "And that must mean your sister is one too!" His attitude suddenly went from amazement to shock.
He now knew from what he heard about the Samurai that Nite's sister could have killed him on so many different occasions. Not only did he figure this out but he also knew that Kage had recruited the perfect person for this job. And then like that, it seemed as Vyse had transformed from thirty to three.
"Wow I can't believe you're a Samurai! There are so many questions I need to ask you! There are a lot of rumors that I have to see if are true or not."
Nite shrugged his shoulder. "Ok, what do you need to know?"
Vyse jumped in joy. It tickled Nite pink that someone could be this fascinated in the Samurai.
"Ok first off, let me just ask you the most basic question so I don't seem like an idiot for flipping out like this."
Nite laughed. It was a little too late for that.
Vyse slowly spoke up. "What exactly IS a Samurai?"
Nite almost fell on his face when he heard the question. This guy was all excited over something he didn't even know about?! Well maybe all the rumors clouded the truth so much that he must have gotten confused. Nite finally decided on telling him, just to sort out the facts.
"A Samurai is a warrior with powerful techniques, including their most famous technique. Draw out,"
Vyse 'ooooed' and 'ahhhed' then told him to go on.
"Ok well the Draw out technique is something the Samurai use to release the sprit of their katana. This sprit comes in the form of energy, the amount of power that's in this energy depends on how much power the Samurai is putting out."
"Wait...That's what you used on me in that fight, huh?"
"Yes, that was one of my techniques."
Vyse moved on to some different questions. "What do you mean by 'how much power you put out'?"
Nite thought hard about how to put that differently, he soon found a way.
"Well as a Samurai, or any other fighter for that matter, begins to fight then energy of his own sprit rises. As it increases it helps out the fighter by either raising his physical strength or his awareness or even pumping in more adrenaline. Now unlike most fighters, a Samurai is able to use his own sprit to 'Draw out' the sprit of his weapon."
Vyse smiled with his newfound knowledge. "Oh I get it now! The more you get into the battle the more powerful your attacks are."
Nite was slightly surprised that Vyse understood all that. It amused him that he could talk to someone about what he was without some point of seriousness to it.
"That's right. And the truly amazing thing is that the more damage you receive also increases your power. It's all because of the human's basic will to survive, as you get closer to the point of death your inner strength magnifies a hundred fold. That's why no one has ever seen a Samurai die on the battlefield, because of the huge amount of energy that he has in him was enough to destroy hundreds of miles."
"Wow..." Vyse said in amazement. "All this is wonderful to finally find out but were taking up to much time talking so let me ask you one last thing before we go find Kage." He added.
"Ok. What?"
"Well from what I've heard every katana has a name so does yours and your sister's swords have one?"
Nite nodded his head to the question. "Yes they do. Mine is called Muramasa and hers is called Masamune. And our weapons are different from other Katanas since ours were made not to break under the strain of Draw out. Our swords are also sister swords, which means they were made from the same metal. The metal was enriched with a mystical power which bound the blades together, when one gets close to the other they both start to glow...Which actually helped my to find Claire a long time ago...But I wont get into that..."
Vyse got up and stretched. "Well that was definitely informative but I guess we should go find Kage now."
Nite stopped Vyse before he could walk away. "Wait, hold on. Now I got some questions for you."
Vyse smiled. "Ok. What questions?"
Nite stood up. "Well. What's so special about a Monk? You must have tremendous power too. There are only two people in this world who could've done what you did to me. You and my sister. So tell me. What makes a Monk stand above the rest?"
"Well," He started, "A Monk trains in the basic study of martial arts. They work everyday to perfect their bodies and strengthen the power in their blows. When a Monk has truly perfected himself, he is then ready to learn the Ancient Arts. The Ancient Arts are what you saw me use on you before. It allows the fighter to collect a hidden force within him and to release that force with an awesome power."
Nite interrupted Vyse. "That's using your sprit energy!"
Vyse looked confused. "What?"
"Each man and women holds sprit energy, like I said before, But only a few people can train themselves to use it. This sprit energy also goes by a different name. Mana. Mana can be used in many different ways. Weather it be channeling it into your fists to hit harder, or to use to help tap into the powers of a weapon. Everything like that requires Mana."
Vyse snapped his fingers. "Ohhh! I know what you mean now! I've heard that word when people are talking about Mages. Mages use their Mana to create a large variety of different spells. And not only that, but mages are more in tuned to their supply of Mana then we are, since they use it daily. But I've also heard that Mana becomes stronger with use. Kinda like it's energy is growing so you can use more energy-type attacks more often...I also heard that the more stronger your Mana gets the weaker you get, physically. Guess that's how they round themselves out, also guess that's why mages are so weak in hand to hand combat."
Nite sighed with a smile. "Well that was one fun talk. You want to go find Kage now?"
Vyse laughed then agreeded, both of them hopping on their chocobos and riding away.