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
Apparently lacking anything else he felt like saying on the subject, he told the Stadium, "Simulation complete." Immediately, the swords disintegrated back into light and data, and healing items were dispensed in the form of food suddenly appearing out of mid-air and landing on the ground before them. It was a generous bounty: everything from apples to donuts to omelette to a bento box, perfectly portioned to cure their fatigue.
Zero stared at it all, looking unamused and not hungry for consumables. He was going to have to specify the type of healing items next time...
"...Hrm."