The Pale Playground
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The Pale Playground
Thu Sep 11, 2014 12:40 pm
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Tsubasa's form rested against a wall the place of training had been formed. This place wasn't for the faint of heart or those weak willed. A river of blue flowed through the surrounding area a dummy sat propped up. Tsubasa's figure seemed calm and to give off a sense of serenity that never ended. The world was going to keep growing and get larger and larger. Tsubasa's digits clasped the practice sword within his hand. Kenjutsu was the art of the blade and among all worlds he was acknowledged. His mastery was known to be acknowledged by almost everything that walked. The person he taught didn't understand yet. Her wielding the blade was still but a child attempting to wield a weapon for power. A sword wasn't a weapon of power, it brought about death but it also brought about peace. Understanding, balance, and the world's flow. One had to look at this entire world in a different way. The dummy was the first test, Tsubasa stood next to the patch work dummy. The tests would begin soon, the dummy was only the first creature. Tsubasa had a training room set up for this situation.
"Cut the dummy to begin, learn what it means to become whole." This dummy oh it wasn't normal and to expect such of him was naive. Inami was none of these things, his eyes of crimson looked on with a peace about them. This training location was vast and many other forms of training awaited when she completed this. One thing was certain all candidates took time on the first trial. This trial you pointed a blade at yourself literally, the dummy represented you. No matter how hard you swung you'd cut yourself. Their was a way to slice the demon but it required three things. Spiritual peace, Mental Peace, and Physical peace. The balance of these three worlds allowed you to finally kill this creation. Tsubasa had created perhaps the greatest way to form a warrior. His sword play exercises were of their own world. He wouldn't teach her Kierudo the art form he used unless pressed to do so.
Tsubasa believed firmly that Inami had to create her own destiny. This included swordplay, swordplay wasn't definitive forms taught to hold down. It was principals taught to teach a person to grow personally. But when given the chance to grow internally, they had to suffer first and find truth. Tsubasa patted the dummy gently taking it's figure into his fingers' Before he walked away from it for now. Inami would start when she was ready, he made sure she'd heard his words. The rest was up to hear he'd left her to meditate. He'd yet to kill anyone and was on a record breaking several days. Tsubasa the murderer had finally been put to rest. Leaving Tsubasa freedom to think clearly and really ponder things on new levels. The world was changing and he too had to change. Inami would be put through the training as he did intend for her to learn a little bit. The dummy would teach her about finding herself a bit, Tsubasa walked to try something out. He tapped his right legs toes on the ground one or twice. Before vanishing he left impacts in the ground, leaving behind a trail as he moved beyond the flash step for a moment.
Tsubasa smiled faintly as he looked back at the trail and thought for a bit. "Still not complete, more work is required before it's unveiled.." He said softly thinking more to himself. Tsubasa was working on a stepping method that required extremely fast foot work. It let him work far faster then the Shunpo and move his body at an acceleration speed enough to leave large indents in the ground from his stepping. Tsubasa looked at his sandal now thinking things over as he calmly looked on towards Inami now. Her training time was now and it wasn't time to work on the moves he planned. Tsubasa was a growing warrior, he evolved as he went and that was the danger in him. He wasn't sure what to expect of her results, the harder she swung her blade the deeper the cut would be on her. The dummy wouldn't take a scratch till she realized the secret
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Re: The Pale Playground
Thu Sep 11, 2014 1:19 pm
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"Night.. Day..Life Death."
Inami had thought to herself, as she had entered the field of battle, and looked at the clone. . .This time she felt something something was off but she didn't understand the need.. or the actual concept of this. Which was why as the dummy stood there she had quickly sprung from her left foot and jerked the blade around the sword momentarily vanishing before she had knicked the arm of the dummy. Feeling a deep gouge going into her arm as she abruptly switched feet the delayed 4 other slashes appearing on her body as she sped backwards on her toes skidding to a stop and exhaling. Her eyes shifting as she looked at the dummy. and then at the wounds which wouldn't heal just yet. ".. Whats going on here.. is this some kind of trick.. why can't i harm or hurt it. I don't understand i don't understand.. DAMMIT"Her thoughts had been true.. she didn't understand. And to be perfectly honest she hated this feeling of "not knowning" it made her mad. . Which was why she would have jerked her arm and body forward sprinting as suddenly the bag-doll mirrored her movements and she had smashed face first into the doll. Her eyes widening as she jumped back her sword jerking forward slicing the doll on the throat, as her eyes would widen now, blood in slow motion spraying from her lips.
Althought she caught herself now, as she slowly forced her lips to part and her breathing to calm down. Before she then had launched forward again, the sword aiming for the chest. Her mind moving at a million possible different miles per hour. She wanted to pass and do this, she wanted to kill this dummy.. Kill it kill it! Which was why as the sword slammed into the dummies heart, she felt her lips bubble up with blood. Her body was twitching and writhing as her eyes went dull for a moment and something seemed to be happening as she forced herself up and got ready to strike again. Her entire body froze up, every inch, every bit of her mind was being forcibly cracked open like a walnut by another figure. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her lips parted against her will. blood slowly pouring from every inch of her body as the dummy got another wound on the shoulder, causing inami to collapse backwards her mind going blank as her lips seemed to part, too soft for anyone to hear.. to soft for anything to comprehend. as deep in her mind she felt the change.. the other side talking to her.
"..You think that you are actually fighting. This isn't war or fighting, this is you not growing up and focusing on more then just using that big unsightly sword of yours while spouting irriputable and irrelevant moral code. Before you kill yourself its up to me to take action and show you through actions." As this went on in inami's head the words slid from her mouth.. to soft to hear.. "..May satan come and sate my soul. . . Satan soul activate.." Those words left her lips as blood splattered everywhere, as suddenly the ground upheaved flames from hell engulfing her body while it began to change in the Miasma, her whole form hidden as she would have slowly looked down and didn't even bother gripping the blade, instead from her hand the fires began to condense.. while the metal of the sword melted without remorse. It melted to a boiling pool on the ground, that sword which had withstood most of the fight between her and tsubasa had been melted to a molten pulp while a black flame sword replaced it. Green eyes shining from the depths of the flames heart. As she had leveled the blade and exhaled slowly, her form still hidden. Clearly hidden while she let her wings unfould. And she thought in her stone-cold heartless mind.. "..You overthink the consequences of actions, its so unnecisary that it hurts. When you hold a sword you must be resolved to be killed by that very blade, to accept and be at peace with that. . . An inexperienced girl like you..Inami wouldn't know that..So ill show you.."
This other inami thought as she crouched slowly the blade sliding diagonally out as she had honed in on the dummy which had suddenly mirroring Inami burst into flames. After that the green eyes of satan soul narrowed slowly, half closed as her grip tightened on the sword's mangled and boiling hilt. "..What it takes " She continued to think as she tensed her muscles and sprang forward still in her moments of forming blood spraying from every inch of her body. So much pain she could barely stop herself from retching, and yet she jerked forward bringing that flaming black blade around to sever the doll inhalf. Her body hidden by hellfire as the doll.. wasn't.. merely cut inhalf. While the black flames hit it, it would burn into the abyss, slowly reflecting that this Inami wouldn't care if she was destroyed by her own power. Hence why as the dust cleared the doll would be a burning wreck, and Inami would be standing behind tsubasa. Having moved with pure speed to get there, although it was likely tsubasa himself would already know her location by presence, given her energy.. was kind of weird at the moment. Yet as she looked up , white hair blowing around her she would say simply.. to the point and in as few words as possible. "..That thing it was made to test your resolve wasn't it? "
Satan Souls Inami didn't make a grand speech, she just had her wings fould up, as she would have slowly shifted swinging her hand to the side as the blistering blade would vanish in the folds of ash and brimstone . .. and the charred ash-cloud of the doll. Her eyes completely blank, not with the feeling to kill, but emenanting unintentional and just natural killing intent. It was simple, she didn't hold ill will for others, it was just how she was.. which was why as she slowly had shifted the half burned doll.. crawling towards her as she would have put her foot on its head, making another sword for a moment, before beheading it and then stabbing it in the spine, causing finally the other.. "Mirror veiw" of herself to swiftly die yet at the same time, the screams of the burning doll could be heard everywherem the pure agony could be felt.. tangibly.. as the doll died. . and Satan Souls Inami, just let her blade dissipate while she stood there, eyes blankly staring at the ground. At peace without a trace of remorse in her eyes, just existance.. nothing else.
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