It seemed her garments were more than just bloodstained as Natsume-Sensei claimed to have removed them to be washed, but once Asuka was in a fully awoken state of mind, clear of her earlier grogginess after overcoming the debilitating side-effects of the salves and healing herbs Natsume used to clean and patch the ronin's ghastly wounds, she couldn't help but notice her
gauze and bandages were but the shredded and tattered remains of her previous attire, which was already shabby enough and about to fall apart in the first place, so really there was no concern towards it. There was concern however to what else she was going to wear. Thankfully, due to the oft rare kindness of her sword-master, Natsume-Sensei had taken the sole liberty in setting out a new set of garments for her pupil to adorn, and much to the hardened woman's impeccable taste, they were indeed
battle ready. Armor, light as a feather it felt, but also about as hard as the scales of a fearsome dragon it appeared as well as Kushiami donned the elegantly crafted do and the kote and suneate that accompanied the slightly thick breastplate, just as much detail the two pieces of armor displayed also. Finally dressed in the armor portion of Natsume's personal selection of wardrobe, Asuka threw on the hakama and the haori and then tied her hair up in her accustomed ponytail, sheathing her sakabato to her side.
Even if she was fully aware of her surroundings now, Asuka still had no idea as to where she was exactly. Just from simple observations of her current surroundings, she could deduce she was in some sort of a hut that possibly belonged to her sensei. Strange, as it certainly wasn't the dojo Kushiami recollected vividly from her childhood memories. Perchance it too became a casualty of the great war, now nothing but remnants of man's past hatred and prejudice, ashes of the wake as they would say, which of course prompted her sensei to move to another location, possibly as far from any civilization as the woman could carry herself. She was like that, Natsume never wanted much to do with the others, mostly remain to herself and make sure everyone left her in peace. Hmm...now that Asuka had come to think of it, she noticed a most peculiar of sounds echoing quite peacefully from outside the hut.
A waterfall? She pondered, slowly making her way outside. Once she stepped into the light of day, there she noticed the
waterfall and the rest of the lovely scenery that followed with it to her eyes dazzling with amazement.
This place...it's so beautiful. She mused ever pleasantly, standing there in the doorway of the quaint wooden hut and taking in the colorful scenery, the flowers of such frailty and beauty, the crystal blue waters of the peaceful grotto, and the relaxing and meditative sound of the waterfall rushing over the polished bedrock. As eye catching as the scenery was, Asuka still had to wonder where her sensei be. The answer soon followed as she noticed the older woman, nonchalantly throwing back a dish of sake before carelessly tossing it away.
"Hmph. So you're awake finally." Hibana grumbled, her eyes not once making contact with her student, rather staying affixed to the majestic waterfall, her sword nestled at her side in its polished black saya. Asuka bit her lip for a moment, able to sense a sort of hostility within her teacher, her aura practically glowing like the hot embers of a freshly kindled flame. "N-Natsume-sensei." She managed to speak after a hesitant pause, bowing graciously to the woman. "You wished to speak to me, that you did."
"Huh? Oh. So I did eh?" The muscular woman grunted in reply, standing from the fallen log she was sitting upon, also taking up her sword, which brought a bit more alarm to the concerned ronin. What was her teacher planning?
"You and I have alot to discuss, Kushiami-san, and believe me when I say....alot. Now.....THINK FAST!!" What the Hell was this?! Out of the blue, Natsume suddenly drew her blade and in a matter of seconds she was upon Asuka with a speed that almost rivaled her own, ready to deliver a most fatal of blows, but in that very inch of time, Asuka hastily brandished her sakabato, halting Natsume's strike with a deafening clang of metal.
"Heh, not bad." A defiant snort came from Hibana, also with an unexpected grasping of her firm hand around Asuka's frail neck.
"But not good enough either!" Soon Asuka was flung to the air like a discarded toy, crashing hard against the white sand beneath her with a harsh grunt of pain.
Damn! What has gotten into her?She staggered from the ground, breathing heavily, her eyes cutting fiercely to the evidently stronger woman, sharing with Asuka an equal glare of determination as she buried her sword into the wood of the hut and snarled,
"For ten long years, I awaited the return of my idiot apprentice. For ten painful, agonizing years I feared the worst had become of you, when you abandoned your last years of training to serve the idiot lords and become their puppet, and I was right. Your form is growing sloppy, Kushiami." Then quickly after her insults, here came yet another attack from Natsume-sensei.
"I'LL FINISH YOU IN ONE BLOW, WIND OF DEATH!!" But Asuka was ready this time, poised was she, and the just the mention of her past monicker, brought it back for that split second. "FOOLISH!" The dark haired woman growled viciously, one swift sidestep to evade Hibana's forward slash, following it up with a sideswipe of her sakabato connecting harsh with the older woman's abdomen, throwing Natsume-Sensei on her back with a gush of sand issuing from the impact.
"Guh! But....perhaps.....perhaps I was underestimating you, Kushiami-san." Slowly, the woman rose to her feet, dusting off the stray grains of pure white sand from her shoulder with a bit of a pained chuckle to her student.
"Quite clear by that blow, you were able to easily predict my attack and counter it in the smallest essence of time. You've truly matured over the years, my stupid apprentice....but...there's still the matter of why you're here and not with your friends. As I've stated before, you have quite a bit of potential you wasted abandoning me for ten years, and now I'm going to make sure it's wasted never again. There will be more foes out there, my student, far worse than what challenges have befallen you so far. I want to make sure you can face them head-on..as the next successor to the Kazeryu no Tsurugi style of kenjutsu. Don't worry, you can still keep your "no-killing" attitude, but the techniques I will teach you over these few days we have.....you'll again be the most feared samurai in all of Japan. So Kushiami-san, it's your call. Will you continue to train with your old sensei, or are you gonna leave me high and dry for another ten years?"And on that notion, the samurai's glare had widened with astonishment with what she heard come from her sensei. Hibana wanted Asuka to resume....her training, but not just for the sake of bettering herself, no. Hibana wanted Asuka to become her successor. "S....Sensei....." Unbelievable how far the woman had gone just for this, just to track down her former pupil and again enlist her to learn one of the most powerful sword techniques ever known to the ronin, a technique that brought her a legacy of infamous bloodshed, no less, but she honed the skill of Kazeryu no Tsurugi and made it her own, just as Hibana had years before Kushiami's fated apprenticeship with the stern woman. "I...I...." How could she not pass this opportunity? True, she was already a most competent samurai, but to learn the deeper secrets of her technique, to unlock an even greater potential in herself, that someday may serve her well in the heat of battle, she could not turn down this offer. "I most humbly accept your request for me to train again, Natsume-sensei, indeed I do." Natsume smiled quite proud at the girl's answer,
"Heh. I knew you'd say that." Well done, Kushiami-san. Well done indeed.