Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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smash_logs2014-10-26 10:23 pm
forgetbeam) wrote in smash_logs2014-10-26 10:23 pm
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your path is chosen, you have no choice
Who: Kiyotaka, Zero
What: To prevent a bad end future of grizzled apocalypse hobos using swords to fight shadow monsters, Kitty takes up the blade to learn to fight shadow monsters.
When: SSSOMETIME mid-late October.
Where: Stadium.
Warnings: 80s training montages.
Kiyotaka's arm may have healed to the point that he could easily use it without pain anymore, but the scar remained, a puckered line of red that stood out boldly against his skin. He didn't mind the mark. It was a good reminder of the importance of being prepared, of not going into dangerous territory without proper knowledge of defending himself. A reminder of why he vowed to learn. Not only to protect himself, but others, too.
Likewise, the sky island he sustained the injury on cast its own scar on the schoolyard, and presently the shadow was positioned just over the open stadium. Kiyotaka stepped into the dark patch, his fingers flexing around the grip of the beam sword in his hand, not unlike the one he'd tried to use up there. The one he terminated a Primid with.
Killed it.
As long as the world followed a twisted rule of kill or be killed, he had to learn to follow along with it, one way or another. Ideally, he would stick to the path that resulted in the fewest casualties.
In retrospect, maybe it was a little strange that he chose to learn from someone who slaughtered so many with ease. But he hadn't let go of the idea that learning the moves of a possible opponent like that would be the wisest decision he could make in any of this nonsense. He exhaled, moving his gaze from the sword to his instructor.
"I'm ready for the first lesson!"
What: To prevent a bad end future of grizzled apocalypse hobos using swords to fight shadow monsters, Kitty takes up the blade to learn to fight shadow monsters.
When: SSSOMETIME mid-late October.
Where: Stadium.
Warnings: 80s training montages.
Kiyotaka's arm may have healed to the point that he could easily use it without pain anymore, but the scar remained, a puckered line of red that stood out boldly against his skin. He didn't mind the mark. It was a good reminder of the importance of being prepared, of not going into dangerous territory without proper knowledge of defending himself. A reminder of why he vowed to learn. Not only to protect himself, but others, too.
Likewise, the sky island he sustained the injury on cast its own scar on the schoolyard, and presently the shadow was positioned just over the open stadium. Kiyotaka stepped into the dark patch, his fingers flexing around the grip of the beam sword in his hand, not unlike the one he'd tried to use up there. The one he terminated a Primid with.
Killed it.
As long as the world followed a twisted rule of kill or be killed, he had to learn to follow along with it, one way or another. Ideally, he would stick to the path that resulted in the fewest casualties.
In retrospect, maybe it was a little strange that he chose to learn from someone who slaughtered so many with ease. But he hadn't let go of the idea that learning the moves of a possible opponent like that would be the wisest decision he could make in any of this nonsense. He exhaled, moving his gaze from the sword to his instructor.
"I'm ready for the first lesson!"
no subject
he slipped in a puddle of his own sweatKiyotaka may have been foolishly stubborn but even he knew not to insist that he could keep going now that Zero called the session off. He was exhausted. Normally physical exertion felt pretty damn good, but this just left him feeling more frustrated than ever, largely due more to those unidentifiable emotional factors than anything.
And Zero wasn't even breaking a sweat. Well, that made sense. He was a robot, after all. But that just proved that there were potential enemies that Kiyotaka would need to learn to quickly outsmart if he had no hope at all of outlasting them.
At least... he was confident that he could improve at this. Even if it was unfamiliar territory, part of it felt so natural to him.
"How... how was that...?" Please confirm that he did okay. That he was not a complete hopeless case. Not that he needed approval or anything, but... it felt pretty good to get, and feedback on something like this was pretty important, okay.