Ikashi opened the shoji and saw Goren, cooking something on the stove.
Goren was a fire-summoner, so it was easy for him to adjust the temperature
accordingly.
"Tadaima Goren", Ikashi called while taking off his shoes at the door.
"Okaeri Ikashi-chan. Hope you're hungry, hirugohan isn't ready so wait."
It took 10 minutes for the food to be fully cooked and another 5 for it to
cool down. They ate slowly, talking about their day, Ikashi giving a
respectful, oishii. When Goren asked what he did that morning, Ikashi told
him about the fight, how Hakiri danced over the battlefield, his skill
unlike any eight-year old. Goren wasn't surprised at all.
"Have you forgotten Hakira's lineage? He's supposed to be Otou-sama's only
descendant. Not to mention him having the Ryuuga scar. And not from a
battle, the bonzou was born with it."
Ikashi pondered over this as he ate his lo mein. This little boy could one
day hold the title of the next Otou-sama, if he wants, or the first to
claim the title of Ryuuakiri, Dragon of Light. Ikashi shuddered, in all
the legends it stated that once a Ryuuakiri was chosen so was a Ryuuaku,
the Dragon of Darkness. May the heavens never send such a creature to
Earth. He would have to watch Hakiri very closely.
Four years after that day Hakiri ran to through the south hall. Class
would begin soon and he couldn't afford to be late once more. The
south hall wasn't a hall; it was the south portion of the dojo. This
was were Callers were trained. The dojo was divided into five
sections: Callers, Fighters, Throwers, Summoners and Mages. A Caller
could call upon spirits and control them, something Hakiri was
sickened at. Once in class he had summoned a ghost, unfortunately he
had only managed to call the head (due to the unfortunate business of
decapitation) while forgetting the body. Eventually the teacher,
Master Rhei had performed a Sending, the ritual one performs to get
rid of a ghost. Hakiri checked his electronic watch, he still had
time. It was one of the few vices the Technology Control Faculty or
TCF allowed people to have these days. Hakiri shuddered at what the
days must have been like before the Faculty took charge. There were
books telling that people used machines to travel instead of plain
running. Hakiri checked his watch again, good, he still had three
minutes to spare. The classroom was just a field, Master Rhei thought
that it would put the students to ease if the living could surround
them when they called upon the dead spirits. Class hadn't started, so
the pupils were just fooling around. The true Callers had Spirit
friends that they could call upon and talk to. Hakiri wasn't like
them, he had only one true friend: Chaos Leghvin. Chaos was quiet and
self-dependant, but if the situation dictated, he could char, rally,
and work with anyone he liked. Chaos was sitting in solitude as
usual, building his ki for the class. Hakiri walked
over to him, careful not to make any noise, but his friend had already
sensed him and spoke up," Be careful not to step on to much grass.
When you walk like that you really hurt it."
Chaos always could feel the nature about him, and he gave it
respect and reverence. It was this knack of his that made him such a
great charmer; sometimes he was so in tune to someone's feelings he
could read their minds. Goren had a feeling it had to do with his
right eye, which was covered by his white hair. Master Rhei walked
with great strides across the field. She was a peculiar woman,
preferring to have a cape around her shoulders and a hat; giving her a
Knight-ish look about her. She thought it was intimidating and Master
Rhei was rarely wrong. From the look in her eyes this was going to be
one interesting class.
Four years after that day Hakiri ran to through the south hall. Class
would begin soon and he couldn't afford to be late once more. The
south hall wasn't a hall; it was the south portion of the dojo. This
was were Callers were trained. The dojo was divided into five
sections: Callers, Fighters, Throwers, Summoners and Mages. A Caller
could call upon spirits and control them, something Hakiri was
sickened at. Once in class he had summoned a ghost, unfortunately he
had only managed to call the head (due to the unfortunate business of
decapitation) while forgetting the body. Eventually the teacher,
Master Rhei had performed a Sending, the ritual one performs to get
rid of a ghost. Hakiri checked his electronic watch, he still had
time. It was one of the few vices the Technology Control Faculty or
TCF allowed people to have these days. Hakiri shuddered at what the
days must have been like before the Faculty took charge. There were
books telling that people used machines to travel instead of plain
running. Hakiri checked his watch again, good, he still had three
minutes to spare. The classroom was just a field, Master Rhei thought
that it would put the students to ease if the living could surround
them when they called upon the dead spirits. Class hadn't started, so
the pupils were just fooling around. The true Callers had Spirit
friends that they could call upon and talk to. Hakiri wasn't like
them, he had only one true friend: Chaos Leghvin. Chaos was quiet and
self-dependant, but if the situation dictated, he could char, rally,
and work with anyone he liked. Chaos was sitting in solitude as
usual, building his ki for the class. Hakiri walked
over to him, careful not to make any noise, but his friend had already
sensed him and spoke up," Be careful not to step on to much grass.
When you walk like that you really hurt it."
Chaos always could feel the nature about him, and he gave it
respect and reverence. It was this knack of his that made him such a
great charmer; sometimes he was so in tune to someone's feelings he
could read their minds. Goren had a feeling it had to do with his
right eye, which was covered by his white hair. Master Rhei walked
with great strides across the field. She was a peculiar woman,
preferring to have a cape around her shoulders and a hat; giving her a
Knight-ish look about her. She thought it was intimidating and Master
Rhei was rarely wrong. From the look in her eyes this was going to be
one interesting class.