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Date Posted: 05/ 7/05 8:42:45pm Sat
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's message, "Simplicity" on 05/ 7/05 9:03:03am Sat
Kyuusai stood breathing softly. Idly he wondered what he had gotten himself into. At fourteen he was hardly old enough to completely comprehend everything that was in the martial arts. Still…he understood the concept of a spar quite readily, and was slightly perturbed by the idea. Would that not mean harming someone else? He blinked slowly and simply watched as the person who challenged him stood before him. It was the Filanon.
Slowly the Filanon spun his quarterstaff, idly allowing the weapon to whirl in the air around him a smirk on his features. It was odd for the peace loving being, but he had an instant distaste for Kyuusai and his astounding progress. He had been the best in the dojung…the fastest learner before kyuusai and that girl came in and everyone knew it. He made no effort to hide his dislike of the strange boy at all, , and everyone had known that somehow this day would come. Well…he would show kyuusai now. Show him that it took more than a week to master any true art.
Kyuusai swallowed slightly. He had not trained in weapons for combat, and he really could not get comfortable with any specific weapon….they all somehow disturbed the flow of his chosen kaze kami style. Swallowing slightly he set himself. Now it was certain that if he did nothing he could be seriously harmed…the quarterstaff could easily produce more than enough force to shatter a skull, and even if the filanon was to hold back the strike…he would definitely feel the pain of the strike.
When they began it was everything Kyuusai could do to stay away from incoming staff. The filanon started with an opening stab, and Kyuusai had to collapse his left leg to let the staff pass over his left shoulder. Even then he brought his left arm up and caught the weapon on his forearm, leaping away from the incoming staff again. The barrage of attacks began then, the staff dancing in and out of his field of vision, attempting to strike him repeatedly. Kyuusai’s body moved like the wind however, flowing quickly from point to point always quick to stay one step ahead…maintaining the grace of his style.
Kyuusai danced between the strikes, leaping, twirling, flipping, always landing smoothly and flowing into the next position. It was that way for a few minutes…his body a blur of graceful perpetual motion. At the last moment he stopped. For as long as he had been moving he made not one offensive strike. Finally he decided to attack. Simply dodging would not cause this to stop. Narrowing his eyes in concentration he moved. Dashing forward, he allowed the staff to come, lifting his left arm upwards. As the staff impacted his side and ribs, he winced, but dropped his arm and spun to the right, using his momentum to tear the staff from the surprised filanon’s grip.
His side screamed in agony and yet he ignored the pain and continued his motion. Skidding to a stop in front of his opponent he lashed out, his left leg arching upwards in a straight side kick ramming the filanon in the chin, the force of the blow lifting him from his feet. While he was in the air, kyuusai brought his left leg down, slamming it on the floor before launching himself forward. His arms blurring into a multiplicity of blows, all two handed as he moved from position to position, slight gusts of wind accompanying each of his motions. His fists never clenched, each blow impacting the filanon’s flesh with a super quick motion keeping him airborne. Finally he landed before the Filanon, bringing his right arm back he clenched his fist and instantly, concentrating as he stepped forward with his right leg and leaned into a punch that caught the filanon directly in the abdomen. What occurred then would be whispered about for months….
As Kyuusai’s fist struck through h the air…the charka unlocked, releasing a sudden influx of energy into his motions. He felt a sudden rush of wind along his fist, feeling a tightening sensation as if his fist was encompassed in something nearly tangible as it moved through the air. His eyes widened, but it was too late. There was a roar of sudden wind sounding much like the howling of a hurricane and the filanon was hurled, from this room, and through the wall into the dormitories where he crashed into several beds before coming to a rest on the one farthest from his entry point. Kyuusai couldn’t believe it…around his fist a dragon rested, coiled around his arm like a serpent…made totally of hurricane force winds. His white clothes billowed around him, whipping his hair away from his face as he stood in awe at what he saw…
Inadvertently…he had awakened the Dragon Fist of Wind…a jutsu that very few could ever learn…much less master. Looking up he saw the hole in the wall…and the filanon through the debris and was overcome with a sudden fear. Nearly instantly…the dragon winked out of existence. this can’t be good…
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