Aegis1650 — Roleplayer Guild

Taibushi Modobo

Taibushi's attack hadn't but barely been released, and in a flash it was gone. He watched, in horror, at Mao-sensei's speed. He could just catch the flickers of his slight pauses, the sparks of deflected weapons. "The hell kind of game is he playing with us, he could have killed us both already if he honestly so desired," he thought. The final sparks disappeared, and there was a light touch on his head, and a familiar ruffling of his hair. He head turned slowly, his eyes slowly taking in what he expected and feared to see. There was Mao-sensei behind him, hand on his head like he'd expected. Except for his other hand, witch now had a set of metal claws upon it. He gritted his teeth in frustration, "It could have just as easily been that hand. Instead of messing up my hair, he could be scrambling my brain." 

"Mao-sensei lecture number two and shinobi rule twenty five: a shinobi must never show their tears. All ninja experience pain in their life and the enemy will use that against you. You must never show your tears because you must never allow the enemy to see your weakness. You have to let your pain go and focus," he said taking his hand off of Taibushi's head and walking away. "Now. I know both of you are tired, upset, and perhaps hurting just a little bit. That's alright, that's the way this is intended to go. We get hurt here, get angry here, cry our tears dry here because this is training. When the training's over, when the tears stop, when the pain subsides. . . that's when you'll be ready for a real mission. Again, but this time come as a team," he said as he turned to face them.

He mulled the thought over for a moment, "When the pain stops? I don't think the pain will ever stop, some cuts are just too deep. Even if time truly could heal all wounds, how would one stop themselves from ever being hurt again?" He was astonished by His instructor's skills, that was for sure. He even admired his conviction, the certainty in what he said. But the idea itself just rubbed him the wrong way. People are not to be measured by their inability to fall. Instead the measure is how they respond after getting back up. Failure is acceptable, so long as it leads to future success. Others may not agree with this at all, but he didn't care. He wanted to become better, little by little everyday. Perfection was his goal, and though he admitted it was an unachievable goal, it was still worth striving towards. This is what drove him, this is what motivated him. Every day he made a mistake was a day he learned how to be one step closer to perfection, one step further along a road that never ends.

At this point his fellow pupil was approaching, he took a second to glance her over. He noticed the arm dangling limply by her side, "Well damn, that doesn't bode very well for us at all." He did notice that looking at her, calmed him. He didn't feel the need to draw Mao-sensei's blood any longer, though he truthfully doubted he could. He looked back at Mao-sensei as she finally walked up beside him, hand on the hilt of her sword, regardless of her injured arm. "Good, she's tough, I hope she's tough enough to cover for my frailty," He thought. "Hey, my name is Taibushi by the way," he said to her, though not looking away from their instructor. "I figured that may become pertinent information at some point," he said, turning his gaze to her, "And I'll probably be needing yours as well."

He returned his gaze to Mao-sensei, "Anyway, I think I got something that will do the trick, it's gonna need some setting up though. We need to buy time, which sadly is at a premium. Honestly, the traps are the biggest issue so far, and while you cleared out quite a few around here, I'd like to take this to the forest. In the mean time however, we need to keep him busy here."  He said this low, hopefully so Mao-sensei couldn't hear it. With that he formed a rapid series of handsigns before inhaling deeply. He focus his chakra, molded it in his mouth. When he exhaled a burst of water came out, not much more than twelve gallons. After it splattered across the ground it began to conglomerate, slowly building upwards out of the small puddle he had made. It took on a roughly humanoid appearance, before it mimicked taibushi's perfectly. The newly made water clone took off into the forest and Taibushi panted a little, and wiped the leftover water from his lips.
Aegis1650 Member

Status

Bio

Most Recent Posts
