Swordman honed (solo training)

Sorrow walked into the bamboo patch once more, he came here today with one thing in mind. Sword practice. Back when he lived on earth his mentor's all agreed that the best way to train wasn't on dummies, but against "yourself" You needed to picture yourself coming at you with your own weapon and you needed to fight against your own being. This method required intense focus due to how the body would need to move and react, as well as trick itself into thinking someone was attacking them. Sorrow had mastered this years ago, standing stock still int he middle of the grove he closed his eyes and exhaled. His thoughts centered around himself walking in through the other opening of the grove, his other self pointing his katana straight outward towards his true self. Opening his eyes he watched as his mind played forth the image of himself coming around, copying what he had thought. He smiled as his copy rushed forward, Sorrow rushed forward as well, their blades "connecting" with a shower of sparks. The two pushed off of each other and flew backwards a few feet, the real Sorrow landing on his feet but using his free hand to stabilize himself. He looked in awe as his copy landed perfectly on his feet, not a strand of hair out of place.

His previous smirk vanished as his copy rushed forward and vanished, coming up to Sorrow's left flank, he spun around and brought his blade out in time for the flat of his weapon to connect with the blade of himself, if the attack landed it wouldn't draw pain or actual wounds but in this state Sorrow had convinced himself that it would do just that. Spinning his katana up and around the other he sent the copies sword arm out wide. Bringing his blade straight out he aimed the stab into the copies torso. But failed as the copy pivoted and brought his elbow down on Sorrow's temple. He "felt" the pain as he staggered backward. He needed to outwit himself or he could never grow as a fighter. This time he rushed in and used his shadow movement to come up behind himself, "psst" he whispered as the copy swung his blade around to slice blindly at Sorrow, but the real Sorrow ducked and swiped out his copies feet. The copy went down but not before Slashing into Sorrow's calve. He winced as he backed up.

His copy smirked at the opening as it leaped to its feet and came towards Sorrow, sending vicious blows that Sorrow barely managed to block, wave after wave presenting no way to attack back. Soon he found himself backed up against a thicket of bamboo and looked as the copies katana caught in the bamboo. Smiling he lunged forward and sent the flat of his blade against his copies temple, it sent the man flying but freed him and his weapon. Sorrow watched as his copy landed on his feet once more. Grunting he limped forward, his "wounded" leg acting up and not holding all of his weight. He staggered and that provided his copy the perfect moment to come back in, back again was Sorrow to countering each blow, never getting to turn the tables. His eyes burned with a fire as he moved, his copies feet looked too close together and he sent another swipe towards his legs, his copy leaped over the legs but it provided Sorrow enough room and time to punch the man in his gut with force and send him flying to the far side of the grove.

He smirked as his copy pulled itself from bamboo shoots that had fallen upon it. Next he turned his head in horror as two more copies of himself entered the area, both coming to aid the first copy. His mind was tricking itself hard to turn up the pressure. Do or die was his motto. He nodded cooly as the three all rushed him, the first to reach was the one on the left, he walked forward on his injured leg and stumbled slightly, this invited the copy in to preform a wide arching slash. Sorrow had faked the stumble as he reversed his blade, it pointing right at the on coming attacker. He smiled as the one copy of himself impaled itself on the blade then vanished into thin air. Next the center one came forward, Sorrow waited for it, both hands on his blade, the copy sent and over head strike that he caught with his blade, stepping to the side the copy was forced to stumble forward blindly due to the follow through of its attack as Sorrow spun around and slashed into its back, severing the spinal cord. He turned back around just in time to be blind sided by a punch to his jaw, making him back up a few paces as he recovered. He glared at the last copy knowing it had been the original. He hated it for some reason even though it was himself. He rushed forward now but stumbled at the last second, his copy catching on as it rushed forward, Sorrow's eyes closed a fraction as he thought, Got you now His copy sent a sideways slash to attempt to cut off Sorrow's head but Sorrow brought his blade down as he recovered and sliced cleanly through both of the copies arms. He copy fell to its knees and stared at its stump, not even seeing Sorrow's blade as Sorrow severed its head and it vanished. He sat down and thought on what he had learned here today.