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| Enraged Demons; Self Training | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 31 2006, 03:55 PM (68 Views) | |
| Serge | Aug 31 2006, 03:55 PM Post #1 |
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Seal Evil
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The desert sun baked down upon Shinsen’s body. His long sleeved jacket was wrapped around his waste, and his black shirt was being baked on by the sun above. Each foot step he made felt like it was being held down by a thousand angry souls trying to pull him to hades. His shoes dug into the sand and caused him to have more and more work put onto him. Thankfully he had been used to this weather. After walking through the entire frozen forest, this was just the opposite in temperature. However, the sweat dripping off his body was proving this was much more difficult. His body was weakened from the entire walk. His wounds from the fight with Kenji ached under his shirt, and caused his breathing to become harsh. Infront of him was open desert, and the only thing to comfort him from the sun was the random moments where clouds over took the sky for brief seconds, or when he took a drink from his water jug. However his main jug had gone dry, and his secondary bottle had very little left in it, and he had still many more hours to track. Though his body was in the desert, his mind was trapped somewhere else. For some reason he could only focus on those two fights he had in the past week. The first fight was intense, the cold water slamming against his skin would be welcomed in the time. However with that fight, the evident difference in power was amazing. Meanwhile, in the other fight, skill wasn’t the only thing missing, but sheer power. His enemy, Kenji, was much more powerful and faster then he himself. Even in wits he was out matched, normally something he proud himself for. The lose was something he himself had never bared. Suddenly the weight that he had held onto caused his body to collapse into the sand. His body went face first into the sand, Shinsen only have the ability to turn head so he was able to breath without inhaling a nose full of sand. He stared into the desert, watching the sun slowly move across the sky. His mind still set on the fights, his anger was one thing that kept him from falling asleep, but the energy was just zapped from the sun. Within a moment he was unconscious. The only thing he could think of was those fights, and how he lost them. Playing back each and every move he made, he pointed out flaws in his footing, flaws in his attack. He realized he had been hesitant in a lot of his movements, and had even given into some of the attacks. In the fight against Kurisu he had been gentle, not attacking much, and using stealth more then his normal teaching permitted. Meanwhile in the fight with Kenji, it was the opposite. He used those skills, and had attacked, but he was out matched in other stats. So even though he had good moves, he just didn’t use them correctly. In his mind he sat there, locked in a comatose like state. What he saw in his own mind was him standing above an ocean. His feet never sunk into the ocean, unlike the sand which almost pulled him in. His body was over a black ocean, with a ray of golden sun that kept dancing out every so often. “What did I do wrong!” Shinsen yelled, the water rippling underneath his very feet. “How could I have let myself loose like that. I’m am a disgrace.” He said, closing his eyes, his arms at his side. Suddenly an image appeared in the water. What it was, was his father. He saw his father’s very image infront him. The man was the same age as he was the day Shinsen left. It was the same eyes, closed, but with a large grin on his face, while his hair was cut back and done up in the traditional samurai style. The man was greying slightly in the hair, and the lines on his face proved his age was in the 60's. However, with all that, he still seemed like he was a powerful man, though his body didn’t show it. “Shinsen, giving up so easily?” The man laughed. Suddenly an image of his younger self, around the age of 6 appeared, kneeling over a hurt leg. “Its to difficult! I can’t do it! There is no way I can ever be able to do all of these moves like you can papa. You are stronger then I am! No if’s, and’s, or buts!” The child groaned and yelled at his father. “You still have a lot to learn my boy.” The man smiled down at the small child. “You see, I’m not really stronger then you.” The child version of Shinsen peered at his father. “Your not?” Shinsen’s father shook his head. “You see, in reality, you are only as strong as you think you are. You are only as strong as you let yourself be. In reality, you could be the strongest man in the world. You have to stop beating yourself up for the failures, and unlock that hidden strength inside you self. Listen my boy, one day when you carry this sword like I do, you will understand. Giving up is not an option, you must stand up!” “But, how do you know?! How are sure?!” Shinsen cried. “For I have lived through many battles in which I could have died, but you see I fought with all my heart and soul, and I used my very own two hands to deify death! You have to understand, you must not cry, you must not stop. If you want to become strong, do it! Don’t doubt yourself, for doubt is your enemy. The moment you say you can’t do something...you will never be able to do it! Now stop saying that, say you can!” “I....” The boy paused for a moment, “I..I can.” “Good...again!” Shinsen’s father shouted. “I can...” Shinsen dried his eyes with a smile. “Louder!” Shinsen’s father yelled, slowly fading, everything returning to the darkness it was at before. There Shinsen laid in the sun, his one hand clawing at the sand. “I can....I can....I can!” He mumbled to himself until getting onto his knees, head tilted up into the sky screaming those words out over and over. “I will become the strongest man alive, those using the chakra abilities will grow to know my name, Shinsen Hajime will become the strongest man alive!” Shinsen screamed, his arms reaching up to the sky. He found himself sitting there, an hour had past however. Sand have covered his body, and a cloud front had moved over head, a storm was rolling in. Pulling himself off his hands and knees Shinsen opened his eyes to the world again. Cruel he looked, be focused. His mind was set on the goals he wanted. “I will become stronger, and then master this very sword I carry on my side!” He said slinging it out holding it up to the sky. “Just you wait and see father!” |
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| Serge | Aug 31 2006, 04:37 PM Post #2 |
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Seal Evil
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Wandering for a few a little under an hour Shinsen had found himself into an old set of ruins, the place had been washed in many sand storms. But this was going to be shelter for a few minutes. However that shelter wasn’t for rain, this would be his home for the time being to train himself. He had to become sharp as his blade, but dry and tough as the sand of the desert. His power would be as the rain, being able to hit anything and wash away the world if it wanted too, but meanwhile gently and as beautiful as a single droplet dropped from the heavens above. The talent he had to himself was the natural ability to learn quickly, and now that he had the motivation he had what he had to do. He took his sword of his belt and held it in his hands, sheath and all, as he walked out int the desert. Thunder could be heard in the distance as a storm began to start. The rain could be seen from a mile away as the rain poured down, changing the color of the sand from a bright orange to as brown as mud. However this didn’t stop Shinsen from beginning his training. Infact he stood still waiting for the storm to come. It only took a few minutes for the storm to blow over him, and when it hit it was like being hit by punches from the sky. Thousands of pellets from the sky hit him, each splattering against him harder then the last. The temperature went from a high 90, to a freezing cold. Throwing his jacket back on, Shinsen prepared himself. He raised his sword over his head, and heard thunder rolling over head. His eyes were closed, taking in every sound. He could remember back to the days when he watched his father train like this. Standing out in the rain, just letting the rain push him and his sword down. And in a lighting like speed he slashed. The first slash Shinsen did cut through the rain causing a section in the air to not have a single drop of rain. Both hands held tight to the blade as it came crashing down to the sand, causing rocks and sand to be kicked up into the air. Shinsen spun around as quickly as he could. His blade whistled through the air as it caught the last little bit of sand falling to the ground. He stared at the rest that hit the ground and spat at it. “Not good enough.” Shinsen knew he would have to be able to move faster, and hit hard then that. His father had always told him to be able to move faster then lighting, for his enemies skills would prove stronger then lighting. And if you can’t be as strong as their magic like abilities, he should be able to avoid them. An hour passed soon, and shinsen had used that same move over and over. Mud covered his pants and his shirt was drenched, causing it to cling to his rugged body. Water had numbed his body, yet he still kept using the same movements, using different speeds, and still unable to hit it all. Falling to his knees he gasped for air. “How come I can’t hit anything, what is making it so I’m so blinded?!” He punched the sand a few times until his entire right sleeve was splattered with mud. He fell to his butt, letting his head stare up into the rain. His eyes had gone back to being closed. “I don’t understand why I’m not getting this.” He could only think of those fights however, so his mind was clouded. That clouding was like the clouds above, nothing could be seen except for the clouds, rain, and lighting. “Is it really that? Those fights are blocking my thoughts?” He sighed, “I guess so, I cant even handle a sword...” Moving his position he sat cross legged, letting his sword sit infront of him, dug into the sand by a good thrust. “Why though...is it because I lost? Or is it because....” His body felt light, his mind felt absent. Suddenly a feeling over came him of emptiness. His body felt like, he wasn’t sure on what to do. However, he had reached a certain state of zen. The rain had calmed his soul down enough he was able to figure out what all had been going on through his head. His rage for losing had blinded him, while his determination to win had made it so no matter his efforts he couldn’t seem to bring himself to victory. His mind was polluted with everything, so he couldn’t even bring himself to anything. His goal was gone. “No, I will not let it happen.” He said reaching out, grabbing the blade into his hands. “I will not lose to myself!” He raised his sword, and looked up into the rain. “I will not loose!” He screamed. He jumped up and raised his swords up towards the heavens. “I am sick and tiered of beating myself up, I’ve decided to take over my doubts!” He slammed his blade down into the ground, causing dirt and rocks to be kicked up, hanging into the air. Spinning around onto his heels he brought his sword out. Suddenly everything he had kicked up was cut into two pieces. Then into several other pieces as he swung his sword. In the end there was 3 lines, one cutting it in half, another straight up and down, and one cutting it diagonally down to the right from the left corner. His final slash was diagonally from the right to the left. In the end the dirt all felt to the ground and Shinsen was left panting. He laughed. All his hard work, for such a simple move. Wandering back to his hovel he rested, watching the storm pass. His mind had been cleared and opened to everything. He decided to meditate to the rest of the storm. He sat ontop of a large pillar with his eyes closed, enjoying the night sky pounding its way over the land. Even with the rain closed he saw the rain drops falling all around him. The rain pounded all around him, yet his focus could not be broken. He even predicted where a few lighting bolts were going to crash. His mind however was still pure as before. His mind finally was becoming open. And understanding of how he lost the past few fights. The moves he used were basic, he needed to push out the styles he used, and become stronger. The moves Kenji used were intresting, and he was able to figure out how to use them. Meanwhile he had also learned how to use some new swords styles. His techinques he had begun to learn from his father was basic, so he never had time to learn anything difficult. However his mind had opened itself, so he decided to learn a new move. His father was in a group of fighters that prided its morals to never run and to learn the fighting style and use their favorite move to almost a heaven. However, to not forget to use tatics behind the move, and understand its flaws and be able to back it up. However, he needed to work on his endurance. He picked up his uniform and ran back out into the storm with the sword trailing behind him. The movement in the storm caused weather to break out around him, with lighting crackling in the sky. He threw his sword up to let the bolt hit it, then come crashing down with his sword. Picking up his sword he ran, never being struck once, though he was attracting most of the attention of the storm. He got to a point however he was tierd and began to get hit more and more by rain. He started spinning his sword in his hand, a basic move his father taught him, but he moved it so fast he was able to keep some of the rain off of him, much like a fan. This move grew tiring and he stopped, letting the ran pour onto him. Looking back he saw he had gone very far from his original hut, so it would be a long track back. Running however wasn’t going to be enough. He needed to move faster. That is when something formulated in his head, he would learn a way to run faster. Become faster then anything! However, with his current abilities, he was lacking in everything to become that fast. 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| Serge | Sep 2 2006, 07:33 AM Post #3 |
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Seal Evil
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Then he began to walk back to his shack for the rest of the storm. When he got a few steps away a hand reached out of the sand grabbing his ankle, the grab caused Shinsen to fall down, barely catching himself with his hands. When he hit the sand he tugged his leg free doing a flip landing back on his feet, in a defensive stance now that he knew someone was around. He looked where he had tripped and saw nothing, the person that had done it was hiding in the sand. He knew this was a village of the sands, so many people who were good with sand lived here. He heard rumors of another kind of folk, much like the man known as Garaa long ago. This person was powerful to a nth degree, and if it was that, he’d be dead. Suddenly a feeling of being punch slammed into Shinsen’s back, causing him to arch his back in pain slightly. When he spun around nothing was there. He touched his back and felt a ball of sand. Who ever was attacking had thrown a ball of sand. It was painful, and heavy because of the rain. If this storm kept up he could be completely beaten just by small balls of sand. This wasn’t going to be easy on his body if this happened, for each hit by those attacks he would be picked apart like wood and sand paper, and this time it was his clothing and flesh, not sand paper. Another attack was thrown, and still Shinsen wasn’t able to do anything. Drawing his sword however got him a better sense. However, even though he drew his sword he was still hit. Shinsen was getting racked, his nerves were high, and waving his sword too much would cause lighting to be attracted, and he didn’t feel like having that. He was hit over and over, his mind being more and more clouded by his anger. Then it hit him, all his emotion in this fight, all his rage, it made him easily open. Remembering back to something his father had told him, it was to never show emotion in a fight. If you do that, you get blinded, and your opponets are able to predict moves better. He had to relax, even if he was being attack. Closing his eyes he focused himself, he had to gain a grasp of his situation, and figure out where his enemy would attack next. He remained stationary through 3 more attacks, his shirt had begun to ripe, and he had some blood trickling through the shirt. Inside his mind though, there was nothing. He could see the sand all around him, and could almost feel the man that was circling him. Listening carefully he could hear the digging noises inside the sand as he ran around in circles, trying to catch him off guard. Shinsen waited, waiting for his moment. He could see one ball of sand start to form, preparing to fire. The moment it left the ground Shinsen slashed, the ball of sand was cut in half. The man listened again, the person that through the sand ball hadn’t moved. Pulling out his shuriken he tossed one straight at the sand, but when it hit nothing happened, the sand was too thick. Suddenly the person moved, caused Shinsen to jerk his head to the right. The person was getting ready to attack, however this wouldn’t be allowed. Shinsen took his sword and jabbed it straight into the earth, with the such motion the negative energy on the earth unbalanced from the clouds, causing a bolt of lighting to come crashing down to the sword like a rod. When it hit the sword it sent a large enough pulse to throw the person in the sand off balance, and when that happened his bubble down below pushed him off like an eruption. Shinsen had been hit by the blast of the bolt, nothing major, but he was shaking his head to get that woozy feeling off his body. Shinsen peeked open with one eye, he saw a semi scrawny looking man laying on the ground. He wore rags around his body, and much like a bandit had his face covered, plus goggles to keep the sand out of his eyes. This man had the symbol of the sand people engraved into his right arm. Walking over to the body, and with a great amount of force Shinsen picked him up by the rough of the neck, and kept him just touching the ground with his feet. “Tell me, why were you attacking me?” Shinsen looked at this guy, a cruel sickly look in his eyes. “Be-Because! I was told to by my leader!” The man nervously mumbled. “But that is all I know, he said you were out here and told me to kill you!” “Oh really, who is your leader?” “I can’t say!” The man said, noticing Shinsen grab his sword. “Wh-What are going to do?” “I’ll make you talk, one finger at a time.” He said placing his sword up to the mans dangling hand. “Becareful not to me, I don’t want to take off your entire hand. I may have to go to feet then.” Shinsen said, his voice cold and ruthless. Putting a fear into this simple bandit like never before seen. No one except his master had ever threatened him with this much suffering. “Now talk!” “You are tresspassing on our hidden training grounds! The sand people of this area are a private group, not mixing with the hidden village, we are a small tribe of women and children, with the exception of the leader and a few powerful men, other then that we have just normal men. We don’t let people here so they don’t come and hurt us!” The man said, but with what he said didn’t seem right. “Your lying.” Shinsen glared at the man. “Ho-How can you say that?!” The man said, nervous again. “Your eyes.” Shinsen peered deeply into his eyes. “Whenever a person lies, their eyes begin to blink more. Its an ancient method of a lie detector, but it always works. Now talk.” The man gulped, “Fine! My leader told me to kill you just to get some practice for me. He is a powerful sand user, and I’m one of his 4 apprentice. He wants to get an army of us started to take on a village, perhaps to capture it as his. Then start an army to conquer the world!” He winced, then felt his weight being slammed into the sand. “Honestly I don’t care what you, or your leader does. But this is a training spot, I do believe that. Tell me where you can train in this place.” “No! I can’t, if I do that I’ll be letting you onto our land. My leader would have my head!” “Is it better if I take it not then?” Shinsen smirked, putting his blade up to the neck. “I’ll deliver it to your leader then.” “Find...those ruins over there, there is a lower level. You can train there...but becareful. The master loves to come and train every so often, if he comes here you will be killed!” Shinsen put his sword away and then began walking again. “Well let him come, lets see if its my time to die.” |
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| Serge | Sep 5 2006, 04:40 PM Post #4 |
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Seal Evil
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The storm seemed to hang over head, even after the long battle. Following the directions given by the pesky servant he found a staircase down into the ruins of his temporary house. The ruins outside was dry, dusty, and dead. However, while walking down the steps he could tell it was different. Torches lit the entire basement, with strange vegetation growing off the walls, causing the large steps to crack as the plans began to grow through each crack in the steps. Below the ruins was an amazing training place. The floor had to be at least 4000 square feet of training grounds, a massive building under the desert. There were walls separating the different area’s and different tests inside each room. From the room he stood in there was 2 doors, and one exit. The first door was wide opened, with a long hallway past the door way. Meanwhile, the second door was closed, and no signs of enterance, that must lead to the last room. However, the door had no way to be opened except from the other side. So getting his stuff together, Shinsen walked to the first room. “This is the training room he talked about, intresting.” He said, looking down the hall way. From the looks of it, it was just a simple long stretch, no doubt it was laced with booby traps. A person in the sand was normally trained to block, avoid, and do other things using the sand. Peering into the room it was easy to see that the traps were freshly used, meaning the boy was right, the man who owns the camp comes often. This only made Shinsen smirk more as he stepped into the room. The door slammed behind him, however the man kept his balance. “It doesn’t matter if he comes or not. Looks like I’m going to play in his room anyways.” Shinsen began to walk through the room, noticing it was strange that no traps had gone off yet. The floor was cracked all over, meaning something happened in here, other then traps. He had misread the room. However, he didn’t know what else this room was used for. Peering down across the room he saw an open door, which made him smile, this was a pathetic training. Right when he said that, he jinxed himself. The door slammed shut as soon as he made another step. Looking down he saw that he had stepped onto a small round stone, that had been pushed down. The caved in rocks near the door began to move, this random movement caused Shinsen to draw his sword. The first few rocks shot at the man, causing him to duck, his legs spread apart, and his right arm catching himself, the rocks flying barely over his head. Standing back up he noticed the traps had ended, which was very odd, the trap wasn’t much but a simple dodge for him. Looking down at the hallway, he noticed the door hadn’t reopened. When he saw thought for a moment, then spun around to see another pair of rocks flying at his head. He shifted one way, then another, just barely dodging the rocks this time. Suddenly from above him the rocks that looked crack shifted, and came down, Shinsen moved his body with a kick off the ground barely missing the rocks. Shinsen slashed the rocks, cracking them in half. Without noticing another pair of rocks slammed into his leg, causing him to gasp slightly under the pain, this was an intense training. Moving away he ran towards the door, rocks flying from all around him. His sword swung around. The first barrage after that leg wound came fast, 3 small fist sized rocks were shot at him from behind. Spinning around he cut the rocks in half, then he slashed his sword across the ground when he began to feel one rock under his feet began to shake and move. Listening he heard a large rock fly at him from behind, which he placed his sword behind him catching the rock. Spinning around he smashed the rock against the doorway, causing it to crack. “Bah! The sand people used their sand to open the door, I see now. The door is a lot weaker because its been worn away from the sand!” Shinsen said, noticing this was all designed for the sand’s power to lift. Taking one of his Kunai he focused himself, meanwhile dodging the rocks flying at him. First he had to dodge, two rocks from underneath him shot up to the ceiling, his body spinning in midair, his arm getting the momentum to fire off his Hisan Gatotsu, which caused the Kuani to slam straight into the crack of the wall. The man pulled back his arm and ran towards the wall. The closer he got the more rocks came at him however. He kept being pushed up from rocks underneath him, and had to keep dodging the attacks from all around sides. But when he got to the rock he used his Gatotsu punch on the Kunai, causing the wall to crack more. Taking his sword he slashed at the weakened door, causing it to get a large X shaped crack in it, and with one last good slashed it broke open. When he entered the next room, he felt slightly drained. Looking back to the other quarters everything had returned back to normal, and it seemed all back to normal. In front of him was a pit of sand, swirling around in circles. On the walls there was some form of grease, meaning shimming it across the side was good. He would try stabbing Kunai over and over, but the sand pit slammed against the wall. However, that was the only way he could do it. This was going to prove how strong he was compared to sand. Pulling out one of the Kunai’s in his pouch, and the Kunai he used on the door. He slammed the first one into the wall, and waited for the sand to quiet down a bit. Then he started his move. Striking another into the wall he began to move across the small ledge. He ripped one out of the wall and spun around, causing his back to be against the wall, and struck his Kuani into the wall. Peering into the sand he could see Kurisu’s attack, the one he had used on him. The move was just like this, a whirl pool. Spinning again, he slammed his left hand’s Kunai into a wall, causing his stomach to be against the wall. However, he could feel a slam of sand against him, causing him to nearly loose balance. Grabbing hold of himself he swung around against and stabbed the wall again, bringing him closer to his goal. He kept this up twice more before having to stop to breathe. He was less then a quarter of his way across the room, but he could feel the tiring effect of the sand beating him. “This sucks…” Shinsen mumbled, spinning around. In all, it took him a little under an hour to get across this one room. The sand ended up causing the skin on his back to become sensitive, Once he made it across the room he took a long break. |
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| Serge | Sep 6 2006, 06:25 PM Post #5 |
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Looking up at the ceiling Shinsen could help but notice an odd drip of water falling onto his head, square between the eyes. Laying there he could feel the single drop slam against the skin on his forehead. Over and over it did this, until he completely zoned out. Shinsen found himself lying on the ground in the middle of a beautiful field of flowers, until a cloudy sky. Picking up his body he peered around, trying to understand where he was exactly, not sure if that entire day had been a dream, or was this place the dream. Looking over his shoulders he saw the flowers, which were like a crown on top of the hill. Taking a few steps down the hill he ended up racing down to find nothing but the flowers and the rain beginning to actually come down. Slowly but surely it began to pick up pace and the entire environment began to shift. The flowers all begin to die with each drop of rain and the clouds began to swirl above his head. Running faster he ran through the storm, his clothes feeling heavier and heavier, until he felt so heavy he collapsed in a field of just ash. The flowers had turned to ash. Peering over everything he saw one flower remaining, a blue Iris. In ancient tales, that flow, the Iris, was thee most beautiful of flowers. This flower stood out of every flower, but it only did this in the rain. The flower was a few inches off the ground, with drops of water decorating the flower gracefully. The ground all around the flower was ash, and it gave Shinsen the perfect ground to crawl on. Dragging his heavy body to the flower he stared at it, and noticed the sides of the flower were beginning to brown. Grabbing hold of the flower and yanking it out of the poisonous dirt he ended up waking up, in the middle of the room again, with that same drip of water pounding onto his head. Pulling himself up him saw that he was just at the entrance of the third room. So far the rooms had become constantly harder, but this one seemed oddly terrifying. Looking into the room with a cold stare he saw only a few things. The room in size was the size of a battle arena, and all around the room was sealing marks. Something was in that room, something that would be a pain in his butt. Taking a deep breath he walked into the room, and when he got in the door way he got what he expected. The door slamming behind him he found himself facing a giant earth quakes. Rocks from all around the room started clashing together, and forming a golem. The golem however was a complete mirror of Shinsen, with sword already drawn. The golem’s attack was straight foreword, an attack to his head with a downward slash. Shinsen lifted his arms above his head, doing an old way to block a sword. His arms touching at the very wrist, side by side. The moment the sword got close he lifted his arms up and caught the blade in between the backs of his hand. He smirked, glad that his strength had gone up for his past fights. Suddenly he felt a change in the attack. The golem had begun to draw back his sword, attempting to cut the hands of Shinsen, luckily for himself he knew that, so he moved, barely missing losing his hands. The golem jumped back, and rushed towards Shinsen with a move he had never seen before. The sword was being used as a thrust, much like his punch move. Barely avoiding the attack he then felt the thrust being turned into a wide slash, causing him to be sent slamming against a wall. Pulling himself up him noticed a gash in his side. It wasn’t bleeding badly, but it hurt. Looking at the golem, he had prepared to use the move again. Drawing his own sword he waited, when the golem charged to use the move again avoided it again, ducking it just in time to let the sword fly over his head. Slashing at the golem’s legs he clashed against the rock, causing it to shake, but not break. Instead it lost balance and fell over. Jumping back he watched the beast get up, unharmed. Thinking quickly Shinsen pulled out his Kunai and got into the form to use the Hisan Gatotsu. Spinning he launched the kunai straight into the chest of the Golem. When it hit, the golem paused, shaking itself like a wet dog. Suddenly the kunai fell out, and it turned out the Kunai had hardly done anything. This caused Shinsen to get mad. Pulling his right arm back, and getting into a good stance, he ran at the Golem punching it square in the chest where the Kunai had hit, using the Gatotsu Sentou, and causing the golem to fly back against the wall. He saw only a new crack in the golem, but that’s all he wanted. Taking his sword he jabbed it into the Golem, and pushed deep into the rock beast. The entire thing began to crumble apart, but before it did it pulled off one lucky stab causing a wound to appear in Shinsen’s side again, same side. Pulling the sword back he cleaned it of dust and checked for cracks, none. Putting his sword away he limped to the doorway and peeled it from the stone, the last room was ahead of him, and he was heavily wounded. When he got in there, he saw the last thing he wanted to see. In front of him was a man of the sand people, not only that but he had the sand armor, and moving sand. He cackled at Shinsen and slammed the sand against him, causing him to fly against the wall, knocking him out cold. - To Be Continued |
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