Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu [Tenken86]
Disclaimer: Hmm.guess wat I'm gonna write here.hmmm.. maybe.. I don't own rurouni kenshin. I'm eventually gonna make up a character, so he's gonna belong to me *grins* but rite now.. I don't own any.. *sniff sniff* so don't sue poor me!!! Rating: G. I think.. this is gonna be a short chapter.. just like, Hiko and Soujiro training. Its gonna be short (I think.but I'm writin this in the beginning, so I dunno how it'll end up.:P).. oh well.. may end up long like da prologue.
notes: [ ] flashback ' ' = thought
Chapter 1 "The Tenken, The Hitokiri, and the Master"
The rainfall broke easily on the backs of a broad shouldered man and of a small boy. Standing on a ledge overlooking a waterfall, the two had drawn swords in hand and the boy was panting from fatigue.
"You can't be tired yet Soujiro." Hiko Seijirou said, resting his sword lightly against his shoulder, waiting for the boy to catch his breath. Soujiro looked up smiling.
"I'm okay." Soujiro raised his sword, and copied Hiko, resting his sword. Vaguely aware of the edge of his sword resting on his shoulder, Soujiro lifted his left foot and started to tap it against the ground. "Three steps."
"You've been practicing more," Hiko said, shrugging, "hopefully it'll work better". Soujiro nodded, then tapped the right foot against the ground. Clods of dirt sprang from the ground, the path of destruction shot at the master of Hiten Mitsurugi.
Lifting his sword from his shoulder, Hiko side-stepped lightly and swung the sword at Soujiro's back.
'He's coming!' Soujiro thought. 'Now!' Soujiro changed direction and jumped as high as he could, his foot barely avoiding Hiko's slash. Twirling in midair, Soujiro began falling towards Hiko, who looked up.
'Hiten Mitsurugi Ryutsusen!'
Soujiro fell towards Hiko, who sidestepped and pointed the tip of his sword at Soujiro's face.
"Baka." Hiko grunted. "You need to train for a lifetime more to be as good as me." Sheathing his sword and turning around, his cape flowing dramatically, Hiko walked away leaving Soujiro standing by himself on the ledge.
"Ara? I thought he would've blocked and then I could have done Ryukansen." Soujiro said to himself. "Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead. That's probably it. Oh well. just practice the moves and maybe when I'm fighting they'll come out naturally. Eh? I'm talking to myself.."
Soujiro shook his head, shook his head, and walked in the same direction as Hiko.
*~*~*~*
"Damn baka deshi." Hiko muttered to himself, sitting in his hut and pouring himself sake. Hiko looked up at the roof. "What the hell is that idiot up to."
[Hiko and the young Kenshin stood on the ledge in front of the waterfall, with Hiko's turned back to Kenshin.
"No."
"Master!" Kenshin shouted, taking a step forward.
"You should be thinking of your training, not worrying about outside affairs." Hiko said, still not turning around.
"But now a lot of people are being dragged into the fighting and getting killed!" Kenshin shouted, "The whole idea behind the Hiten Mitsurugi school is to protect people from the suffering of the ages! If I can't use my sword now, when can I? Master!!"
Hiko turned his head slightly around, fixing his stare on his pupil. "If you're telling me why, defeat me now and go."
Kenshin suddenly smacked him upside the head with his sheathed sword.
"Damn! That was for real!"
"That's because you don't understand!" Kenshin growled, still holding his sword.
"You're the one who doesn't understand!" Hiko retorted. "... Fine, but because of the strength of the Hiten Mitsurugi school, you have to be sure you'll win before you take sides! I'm talking about the landing of the Black Ships! Do you understand me? In other words.."
"I don't understand!" Kenshin shouted, pointing his fist at Hiko. "People are suffering before my eyes! They're in misery! I can't leave them as they are, no matter what the reason!"]
'An idiot.' Hiko thought. 'If he had stayed here.. he could have finished his training. And I wouldn't have to waste time training a whole new student..'
*~*~*~*
Soujiro stood with his feet spread, a wooden bokken in hands. Soujiro jumped high into the air, flipped down at the highest point, and flashed down, smashing the top of a thick pole wrapped in rope.
'Ryutsusen.' Landing lightly on his feet, he spun around and smashed into the pole again. 'Ryukansen.'
'The kid.' Hiko thought. 'He's a prodigy like Kenshin.'
Soujiro tapped his foot. 'Shikuchi.' Soujiro flashed towards the pole, then disappeared and reappeared behind it. 'Ryusousen!' Slashing at the pole, Soujiro hit it five times in succession then jumped backwards as if dodging an attack.
Grabbing the wooden bokken in one hand, he struck at the ground. 'Douryusen!' Earth exploded in the direction of the pole, smashing it halfway out of the ground. Splinters flew as the bokken snapped in half.
'He's learnt how to use the basic moves of Hiten Mitsurugi in two years.' Hiko thought. 'He's able to use Shikuchi up to two steps before, but its shaky. If he's able to master that, and Hiten Mitsurugi he would be able to surpass Kenshin.'
"..." Soujiro started picking up the pieces of his bokken. Dumping the chunks of now useless wood in a pile, he sat down and leaned against a tree. Looking up into the green leaves and dark branches, Soujiro's mind began to wander.
'Hiko. . .no. . .master . . .he said before that he had another student. . .before me. Himura Kenshin. . . who couldn't stand training while people were dying.' Shaking his head, Soujiro stood up again. Tapping his foot on the ground, he started practicing Shikuchi.
*~*~*~*
In the midst of a bloody and destroyed battlefield, flags were raised and a voice cried out. "The Bakufu is retreating!" More voices cheered out loud their victory.
"We did it, we won! It's the dawn of a new era!"
Himura Kenshin, known as the Hitokiri Battousai stood by himself, with a drawn, bloody sword in one hand, sheath in the other.
'So it's over . . . finally. Interrupting Kenshin's peace of mind, a man with a head-dress showing the rank of commander shouted out to him.
"Himura, over here! The fourth unit of the Shinsengumi is still fighting towards Fushimi!" Kenshin turned as if to go then whipped his head around as he sensed something.
A boy with white hair stared coldly at the cross-scared samurai.
"! Enshi!" Kenshin shouted, but the boy was swiftly swallowed up by the steady stream of peasants.
"What is it?" the Commander asked, waiting for Kenshin to follow him.
Kenshin, watched the spot where he Enishi appeared, thinking, 'Enishi.His hair was snow white. That's the form his pain took. It's not over. It's not over yet.'
"So, you're leaving the Shishi, Himura." Shakkuu asked, making it sound like a statement. Kenshin, holding his two packages, turned to look at the man who rested a sword on his shoulder.
"We've just won the first battle at Toba Fushimi." Kenshin replied. "From now on, it's just selfish fighting. And on top of that, what am I supposed to do without a sword? Anyway, I have Master Katsura's permission, Shakkuu- san. From now on, I intend to search out the way of protecting those who live in the new age, without killing."
Shakkuu looked at the once Hitokiri, and smirked. "Hmm. If there is such a way, I'd like to know it too." Kenshin fell silent. "You can't just run away from all the lives you've taken after so long. If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. That should be the only way you can follow."
Shakkuu suddenly threw the sword he was resting on his shoulder at Kenshin, who caught it despite being surprised.
"This is a goodbye present. It can't hurt, even though it's probably too much for you." Shakkuu turned his back to the other man. "Try being a swordsman with that at your waist. You'll find out how deeply you believe what you just said."
Silently, Kenshin drew the sword and discovered that its blade was reversed.
"When that sword breaks, if you still believe that weak joke of yours, come see me again in Kyoto." Shakkuu said finally, walking away. Re-sheathing the sword and sliding it into his obi, Kenshin turned away and walked in the opposite direction. A reversed edge sword.
End
Disclaimer: Hmm.guess wat I'm gonna write here.hmmm.. maybe.. I don't own rurouni kenshin. I'm eventually gonna make up a character, so he's gonna belong to me *grins* but rite now.. I don't own any.. *sniff sniff* so don't sue poor me!!! Rating: G. I think.. this is gonna be a short chapter.. just like, Hiko and Soujiro training. Its gonna be short (I think.but I'm writin this in the beginning, so I dunno how it'll end up.:P).. oh well.. may end up long like da prologue.
notes: [ ] flashback ' ' = thought
Chapter 1 "The Tenken, The Hitokiri, and the Master"
The rainfall broke easily on the backs of a broad shouldered man and of a small boy. Standing on a ledge overlooking a waterfall, the two had drawn swords in hand and the boy was panting from fatigue.
"You can't be tired yet Soujiro." Hiko Seijirou said, resting his sword lightly against his shoulder, waiting for the boy to catch his breath. Soujiro looked up smiling.
"I'm okay." Soujiro raised his sword, and copied Hiko, resting his sword. Vaguely aware of the edge of his sword resting on his shoulder, Soujiro lifted his left foot and started to tap it against the ground. "Three steps."
"You've been practicing more," Hiko said, shrugging, "hopefully it'll work better". Soujiro nodded, then tapped the right foot against the ground. Clods of dirt sprang from the ground, the path of destruction shot at the master of Hiten Mitsurugi.
Lifting his sword from his shoulder, Hiko side-stepped lightly and swung the sword at Soujiro's back.
'He's coming!' Soujiro thought. 'Now!' Soujiro changed direction and jumped as high as he could, his foot barely avoiding Hiko's slash. Twirling in midair, Soujiro began falling towards Hiko, who looked up.
'Hiten Mitsurugi Ryutsusen!'
Soujiro fell towards Hiko, who sidestepped and pointed the tip of his sword at Soujiro's face.
"Baka." Hiko grunted. "You need to train for a lifetime more to be as good as me." Sheathing his sword and turning around, his cape flowing dramatically, Hiko walked away leaving Soujiro standing by himself on the ledge.
"Ara? I thought he would've blocked and then I could have done Ryukansen." Soujiro said to himself. "Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead. That's probably it. Oh well. just practice the moves and maybe when I'm fighting they'll come out naturally. Eh? I'm talking to myself.."
Soujiro shook his head, shook his head, and walked in the same direction as Hiko.
*~*~*~*
"Damn baka deshi." Hiko muttered to himself, sitting in his hut and pouring himself sake. Hiko looked up at the roof. "What the hell is that idiot up to."
[Hiko and the young Kenshin stood on the ledge in front of the waterfall, with Hiko's turned back to Kenshin.
"No."
"Master!" Kenshin shouted, taking a step forward.
"You should be thinking of your training, not worrying about outside affairs." Hiko said, still not turning around.
"But now a lot of people are being dragged into the fighting and getting killed!" Kenshin shouted, "The whole idea behind the Hiten Mitsurugi school is to protect people from the suffering of the ages! If I can't use my sword now, when can I? Master!!"
Hiko turned his head slightly around, fixing his stare on his pupil. "If you're telling me why, defeat me now and go."
Kenshin suddenly smacked him upside the head with his sheathed sword.
"Damn! That was for real!"
"That's because you don't understand!" Kenshin growled, still holding his sword.
"You're the one who doesn't understand!" Hiko retorted. "... Fine, but because of the strength of the Hiten Mitsurugi school, you have to be sure you'll win before you take sides! I'm talking about the landing of the Black Ships! Do you understand me? In other words.."
"I don't understand!" Kenshin shouted, pointing his fist at Hiko. "People are suffering before my eyes! They're in misery! I can't leave them as they are, no matter what the reason!"]
'An idiot.' Hiko thought. 'If he had stayed here.. he could have finished his training. And I wouldn't have to waste time training a whole new student..'
*~*~*~*
Soujiro stood with his feet spread, a wooden bokken in hands. Soujiro jumped high into the air, flipped down at the highest point, and flashed down, smashing the top of a thick pole wrapped in rope.
'Ryutsusen.' Landing lightly on his feet, he spun around and smashed into the pole again. 'Ryukansen.'
'The kid.' Hiko thought. 'He's a prodigy like Kenshin.'
Soujiro tapped his foot. 'Shikuchi.' Soujiro flashed towards the pole, then disappeared and reappeared behind it. 'Ryusousen!' Slashing at the pole, Soujiro hit it five times in succession then jumped backwards as if dodging an attack.
Grabbing the wooden bokken in one hand, he struck at the ground. 'Douryusen!' Earth exploded in the direction of the pole, smashing it halfway out of the ground. Splinters flew as the bokken snapped in half.
'He's learnt how to use the basic moves of Hiten Mitsurugi in two years.' Hiko thought. 'He's able to use Shikuchi up to two steps before, but its shaky. If he's able to master that, and Hiten Mitsurugi he would be able to surpass Kenshin.'
"..." Soujiro started picking up the pieces of his bokken. Dumping the chunks of now useless wood in a pile, he sat down and leaned against a tree. Looking up into the green leaves and dark branches, Soujiro's mind began to wander.
'Hiko. . .no. . .master . . .he said before that he had another student. . .before me. Himura Kenshin. . . who couldn't stand training while people were dying.' Shaking his head, Soujiro stood up again. Tapping his foot on the ground, he started practicing Shikuchi.
*~*~*~*
In the midst of a bloody and destroyed battlefield, flags were raised and a voice cried out. "The Bakufu is retreating!" More voices cheered out loud their victory.
"We did it, we won! It's the dawn of a new era!"
Himura Kenshin, known as the Hitokiri Battousai stood by himself, with a drawn, bloody sword in one hand, sheath in the other.
'So it's over . . . finally. Interrupting Kenshin's peace of mind, a man with a head-dress showing the rank of commander shouted out to him.
"Himura, over here! The fourth unit of the Shinsengumi is still fighting towards Fushimi!" Kenshin turned as if to go then whipped his head around as he sensed something.
A boy with white hair stared coldly at the cross-scared samurai.
"! Enshi!" Kenshin shouted, but the boy was swiftly swallowed up by the steady stream of peasants.
"What is it?" the Commander asked, waiting for Kenshin to follow him.
Kenshin, watched the spot where he Enishi appeared, thinking, 'Enishi.His hair was snow white. That's the form his pain took. It's not over. It's not over yet.'
"So, you're leaving the Shishi, Himura." Shakkuu asked, making it sound like a statement. Kenshin, holding his two packages, turned to look at the man who rested a sword on his shoulder.
"We've just won the first battle at Toba Fushimi." Kenshin replied. "From now on, it's just selfish fighting. And on top of that, what am I supposed to do without a sword? Anyway, I have Master Katsura's permission, Shakkuu- san. From now on, I intend to search out the way of protecting those who live in the new age, without killing."
Shakkuu looked at the once Hitokiri, and smirked. "Hmm. If there is such a way, I'd like to know it too." Kenshin fell silent. "You can't just run away from all the lives you've taken after so long. If you live by the sword, you die by the sword. That should be the only way you can follow."
Shakkuu suddenly threw the sword he was resting on his shoulder at Kenshin, who caught it despite being surprised.
"This is a goodbye present. It can't hurt, even though it's probably too much for you." Shakkuu turned his back to the other man. "Try being a swordsman with that at your waist. You'll find out how deeply you believe what you just said."
Silently, Kenshin drew the sword and discovered that its blade was reversed.
"When that sword breaks, if you still believe that weak joke of yours, come see me again in Kyoto." Shakkuu said finally, walking away. Re-sheathing the sword and sliding it into his obi, Kenshin turned away and walked in the opposite direction. A reversed edge sword.
End
