The Sekigahara

[Darckcloud]

It is the year 1600 Monday,26 5:30 pm. 30 minutes before The Sekigahra.Ochiudo Zato has put a 5 million ryo Bounty on 5 samurai.The question is why does he fear these 5.

1587:
Mr.Zato became a government of officer.He was coverd with body guards.Taking over village after village and the ones that didnt surrender were burned to the ground

1588:
Mr.Zato was now a goverment General whos greed met no match.He was owner of every business in town every town he had a tower where his most trusted guards were under control

1589:
Mr.Zato was now under control of the coverment except.In every town burned he left rage in their hearts.

Only 5 people can join.

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Age: (Remeber its from 1589 to 1600 youy dont want your character to be 30 0r some thing)

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Rules:
Must have over 700 post
No GMing or PPing
Very Literate..No short post.
If you wanna talk to another person in the rp PM them please.
Password"The Sound of Divine Wind
Keep it rated R but no Sex scenes
Cussing is allowed.

Have a very bloody time

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

The Sound of Divine Wind

Name: Jet Angles

Blade: A long, thin curved longsword, with ancient runes engraved along the blade.

Age: 18

Appearance: Jet is tall and on the athletic side. He has wispy silver hair, with black streaks running from the root to the tips. He has a solid face, and bright blue eyes. He wears a white shirt with a smokey grey vest over top. He wears long blue cargo pants that have pockets down each leg. He wears simple black shoes. Sometimes, he wears a black tattered cloak over everything.

Personality: Cocky, and often jumping into something he really shouldn't. He can also be serious when the time calls for it, and is short tempered with disrespectful people and power-hungry fools.

Bio: Jet was raise to fight. He has learnt all he can in the 10 years of training his father and uncle have had to teach him. At the age of 14, he was allowed to start training with one and only one weapon, and he chose a sword that seemed to call to him. The blade was sleek, and allowed him to make quick movements. He was close to mastering everything, when the tyrant Ochiudo Zato killed not only his family, but his friends and other people that had connection to him in the village he lived in. Now he seeks revenge, but has also heard about a bounty on his head by Ochiudo Zato. He waits for the moment that he can finally look his loved one's killer in the eyes...

 

[Darckcloud]

The Sound of Divine Wind

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Name:Kyo Takishora

Blade:A crimzon blade 5 feet long.Curved at the very end.The hilt is coverd with a Leather handle has a jade diamond in the very center.The sheath is made of pure snaded wood.It has to hindges in the midle of the blade for a quick draw.

Age:13

Appearance:His red hair bushes out of his shoulders streching down to his legs.His eyes are blood red like a demons eye.His robe is made of pure silk.His black robe coves to his waist.He has a pair of japanese pants making it easier to move in battle.He has a dragon tattoo that stretch all the way down to his arms.He has armor covering the robe.His bushy hair covers his back.On his back is a cross scar given to him by Kyoshirn the back of his robe is a yin yang circle.

Personality:Blood thirsty.He laughs every time he slices or cuts someone in half.His temper i not verry short and will kill anyone who shows him disrespect.

Bio:In his life his village was burned down.He was found my a gambler named Ginta.He was forced to pick pocket.If he didnt have 1 thousand ryo by the end of the day.He was punished.Six days later.He saw a man named Kyoshiro walking through town.His pouch was loaded with gold.Kyo ran up to him and tried to grab the pouch.Kyoshiro grabbed Kyo's arm and held him up.He then threw him into the air and gave him a crimzon corss scar with his blade.
"Until you can dodge that blow continue to pick pcket"said Kyoshirn his way home from the river.Bodies were piled up in the center of the village.On the top Kyoshiro was sitting on them.
"This is the price for your sins" said Kyo shiro."You are finally free.
Kyo was actually happy when Kyo shiro stabbed him through the stomach.
Kyoshiro thn left him there to die.Kyo survived and found out that Kyoshiro was working for Zato.

 

[Bear]

""The Sound of Divine Wind""

Name:
Kuroboshi


Age:
20


Blade:
mamorinuku

-Blade Bio:
The Mamorinuku. A blade said to be created by the great masamune himself. While the forging place remains unknown, the weilder grows intrigued by the blade's many mysterious features. Recieving the name "Mamorinuku" ( Which means 'To Protect To The End Of' ) it also enherited folk tales. One of them states, that masamune created it for a great samurai. One whom was then forged another sword by Muramasa, throwing masamune's sword away. Unsurprisingly, Muramasa lived 300 Odd years after Masamune. Thus unravelling a tale to be false. The sword is a unique, one of it's kind. The blade seems as if it's a normal blacksmiths sword, although it is lighter than most, and is perfectly balanced, allowing the holder to weild it effortlessly. The handle is made of a strange golden metal, having silver intertwined around it, in a circular fassion, ending at the blade. Over it, is a greyish cloth, which Kuroboshi added to make the sword his own. The actual blade itself, is as strong, if not stronger, than any other sword in the world. Kuroboshi recieved this magnificent weapon as a gift, from a strang old man, just after his parents died. Leaving Kuroboshi his name, being unable to save his parents, and also the will for revenge. He then began his training as a samurai, leading him to impeccable skills as a swordsman.


Appearance:
Kurboshi is clothed by a rather outstanding coat. Dark red covers the coat, only leaving the gold designs and emblems to prevail for the eye to see. Reaching Kuroboshi's ankles, and almost blinding enemies from his feet, but big enough to allow efficient movement. The arms engulf Kuroboshi's, untill the wrist of his cloth-wrapped hands, and is a tad big, to allow more movement. The golden lined cuffs, and the middle border of the coat is perfectly visionable from afar. Although at night, kuroboshi seems to be invincibly un-seen when he wishes.
Kuroboshi stands 5 feet, and 10 inches tall. He has blue eye's, but the ones who have lived to see him when he is fighting seriously, say his eye's are empty, oblivious, and black. His hair stands spike, and blue, even with the most accelerated of movements.


Personality:
Kuroboshi is seemingly kind, even from telling his pandemonium story in-detail, but he is rutheless, and a cold-blooded murderer. His shell of appearance is a distraction to his enemies, before he releases his true self to slaughter his opposer. He is however, giving, and sincere to the people who have done no wrong to him. They say his boldiness shows through the tale of Kuroboshi whispering into the ear of his victoms, his name, before he slays them. This also shows his unique sense of honor towards all human-beings.


Bio:
Kuroboshi is one of the best swordsman there is. Standing in the top fifty ( Which is extremely good ), he has remained unchalenged for nearly a year; Living in peace and harmony. He began his quest for divine swordsmanship, after watching his family die, and listening to an old man mumble a few words. "Stray from the dark path you were about to take, and start on the path to eternal repayment." The old man then handed him an enwrapped sword, before fading into the distant. Kuroboshi then, trained his life away, preparing. Not for revenge. But for payment. When he turned seventeen, he began his quest to find his family's murderer. A year later, he had discovered the man's location, set off, and eventually killed him after a long fight. He then ventured to become a yojimbo, but failed, and returned to assiasinations, untill two years later. He finally dispatched of his ways, and began to travell the land, minding his business, and his ways.​

This good?

 

[Darckcloud]

NIce temp AL


anyone else wanna join

 

[Zearth]

((Me....Hold up))

Name

His real name has been long forgotten by himself and those who know of him. He is now simply "The Zansatsu Chigo" which translates to Massacre Child

Blade

"Chishio Oni", A cursed blade that was said to be forged by from demons hell. Another said that the sound ITSELF is a demon that took the form of a weapon, to possess anyone who weilded it. It is dark red from dried blood, and is about 5 feet long. For its hilt, it has a blood red demon's skull, and the handle is black. Its scabbard is made of black cedar, and has a tanto hidden on its lowered end. The sword, like I said, is cursed, and lets out a deep moan before Zansatsu unshealthes it, as if begging for their blood.


Age:

23

Appearance:

Dirty blonde hair that spikes forward, both ears periced with golden earrings, a scar on his right temple, burgandy eyes, pretty tall. about 6'5. A dark red kimino with brown sandals, with which he wears with black socks. The left sleeve of the kimono is longer than the right, extending beyond his fingertips. on his right arm, the sleeve is torn off, revealing a fishnet he has on his forearm. Over ths he wears a long black vest, which is tattered at the edges. Underneath his kimono, he wears a fishnet shirt. His chest is covered with scars. Wears his sword strapped to his back. Also has unusually sharp teeth

Personality:

Zansatsu is a cold hearted, masochistic psychopath, who lives for the sole purpose of killing. He enjoys killing so much, that he even once LET a sword impale him, just to keep his opponent from using him weapon. He usually has a sly grin on his face, that can suddenly morph into a crazed one. He doesn't even try to hide his nature, simply because he is so eager to kill, he wouldn't even waist time trying to facade innocence or kindness.

Bio

The Flight of Zansatsu

When Zansatsu was a child, he was the heir to a clan of noble samurai. He was a kind boy, who had light, cheery personality. His smile was full of light, and would make anyone filled with joy just to see it. He was also a prodigy, skilled with a blade only at age 8. This brought even more fame to his clan, and all of it members cherished the boy. His father and mother were very proud of him, and loved him very much. He was the perfect son. That was until one day, Zansatsu had done his first sin against parents. In their dojo was a secret room, a room that no one in the clan had entered in generations. It was prohibited to ever enter that room, and only the higher ups of the clan, like Zansatsu's father, knew what it held. Of course, being the obedient son that he was, he never thought of going in. But one day....no one knew why....Zansatsu entered the room. In the center of the dark walls, he saw a lone sword laying on the wooden rack. Just looking at it made Zansatsu tense, but for some reason, the blade seemed to call out to him. It said: "Come to me.....master who's heart is pure. For only you can weild my power.....come....come....this power you seek....it is right in front of you.....take it with your own two hands......" Zansatsu glared at the blade with eyes full of desire. Its words made him want it even more. He couldn't even tell that he was slowly inching toward it like a magnet. Before long, he clutched the clack scabbard in his hands, and stared into the demon skull hilts eyeless sockets. Sudddenly, images of image carnage and suffering flashed into his mind. Visions of children no older than himself being beheaded and burned alive. But after seeing all this, Zansatsu surpiseingly began to smile a twisted grin. The voice rang out again "I see.....I was able to tempt you, but I could not posses you.....I have simply awakened the monster inside you prematurely....you already know what you must do...." Zansatsu indeed knew. He had had dreams of this day since he was a child, and desires of this deep within his consciousness. Zansatsu was a monster....hidden behind the kind smile of a boy. That day, Zansatsu slaughtered his entire village with the cursed blade. He killed everyone, making sure that no one survived. Even his own mother and father. He burned the village to the ground, leaving his childhood and humanity with it. But even after all of this, his thirst for blood was not quenched. He needed more. Much more. So he moved on to other villiages....and did the exact same thing. New quickly spread all over Japan, and they dubbed him "The Zansatsu Chigo". The Massacre Child.

 

[Darckcloud]

OK wehave room for one more person

 

[Wallflower]

((Save me the spot, I'll edit right now.))
The Sound of Divine Wind

Name: Chaos

Blade: First Tsrugi. One long blade consisting of Six different swords, all detatchable at any time.

Age: 17

Appearance: ((Picture all right?))

Personality: Cold at times, says what needs to be said. Does what he has to do, including killing.

Bio: Zato. The name is a candle of rage for many people, but Chaos is particularly teed off at him. First off, Zato sends people to kill him. Okay, fine, he can handle them, but they kill his family? Honestly! That was enough to seriously piss Chaos off, so now Chaos set off for Zato's head. He's heard of some other people who were also attempted to be murdered at Zato's hands, so Chaos is looking for them first.

 

[Darckcloud]

Oc:lets get this started

Kyo lied on the floor.The pile of bodies in front of him.His crimzon red blood began to soak his clothes.As he saw Kyoshiro walk off he couldnt bare the pain.He gatherd the strength to move his legs and grab a wall to support hi wieght.As he did blood poured out of his wound.He walked and sometimes fell as he walked toward the medical office.As he walked in the sweet smell of clean pure water was now replaced by sent of copper.As he walked through the pools of blood
he reached for the anti biotix.He sprayed some on his wound and wrapped it in cloth.The bleeding had finally stopped.He headed toward the body pile and began the most grusome thing hes ever done to survive.He began to pick through the bodies for anything he might need.He had 3500 ryo and had found 6 daggers and axe.He went to the edge of the town toward the gate.He looked back at the stack of boddies and left.

 

[Bear]

( ooc: Awesome. I'll make a good intro : D )

The wind blew, and flower petals scattered on the dark, lonely, and misty road. The same road a man had been walking on for nearly two days. He was wearing bright red, but amazingly, he was only seen as a silhouette just below the rising sun. He found himself barely staggering across the dirt path, and stumbling through the mist, that was now lingering at head level. Soon a great fog would be upon the slinder road, and the man would have to make haste, for there were many bandits in these parts of the woods. But soon, the man would need rest, to replenish his strength.

The sun began to shine greatly on this small misty path, and created a thick fog in the air, before disappearing behind a massive cloud. But still the man continued, still waving across the path, hardly standing up anymore, untill he could bear his wounds no more. He collapsed, and spit into the air infront of him. The blood from his mouth splintered through the fog, and soon disappered after travelling a few feet. The man sighed, and without apprehension of what could happen if he didn't get to a medicine man soon, he forced himself to his feet, and began to limp towards an astonishing Cherry Blossom Tree. He began to pick the petals, and lay them in his other arm. Once he retrieved enough, he allowed his knee's to buckle under him, gravity pulling him and a drop of blood to the ground. The man made no sound, but expressed a rather frustrated look on his face. He then picked up his petals, one by one, and began to caress his wounds, using the petals as a remedy.

Soon after he was finished enwrapping his wounds with cloth, a voice pierced through the air. It was deep, and it crackled before it's quitting. Again and again, it yelled in a joking way "Kurboshi..... Kurboshi... I'm coming to get you.. Hahahahaha.". The man laughed hidiously before stopping as if he dropped dead then and there. The sound of only a sword being unsheathed remain echoing through the wind. The man who had caressed himself stood up, and took a fighting stand, just before slightly unsheathing his sword, untill a figure could be seen in the distant, barely through the now even more thick fog. Untill another figure appeared, and another. Soon what seemed like a horde of men, carrying axe's, swords, knives, shurikens, and other weapons.

The man smirked, for his name was kuroboshi. He yelled it back to them, to assure that they did not want to cross blades. But the men began a harsh stampede towards him, appearing bigger with each step. Kuroboshi laughed harmlessly, and stopped. His sword now unsheathed, and him in an unbeatable fighting stance, he was ready. A look of emptiness was now in his eye's. Just a cold crystal blue, piercing it's way through the morning fog. Kuroboshi expelled the metallic taste of blood from his mouth once again, and took his sword into one hand, pulling it behind him as if he were to slash upward, just as the yelling men came into view. "Mamorinuku, we shall smell obvlious blood."​

 

[Darckcloud]

Kyo was now approaching Tynochi.He was now smelt of dried blood as it flaked off into the wind
The storm was unbearable.It kept blowing dust into his eyes .His red hair was now dusty
brown.He was now at the town gate.“Finally.”He whispered.He now began to knock
furiously on the gate.It slowly opend.Kyo was greeted by eight-spears pointed
at his neck.They motioned him forward with the spears
still in place.They took him to a door and threw
him iinside
It was dark and cold.The floor was made of some kind of stone that was completely unbearable.His arms ached and the sand was still in his hair.He spent six days in the cellar.Each day was worse than the last.On the seventh day a one of the guards came in to give him food again.But this time.Kyo was oerched up on the bars.He quickly jumped down and sslashed the guard in the eyes,He then quickly turned around and stabbed him in the right ear.He stabbd in the other ear.Flipped to where he stabbed his foot onto the guys back.He then pulled slicing of the top of the guards head.He twirled the blades and put them back in the sheaths
“Next time”Kyo whispered”Check if im not armed you assholes”.He then turned around and began to run for the door.When he came out no one was even bothering to notice him.He waled through the crowd heading toward the middle.He noticed the other guards.He went up to them.They began to laugh like the drunken bastards they were.
“Kyo passed them and whispered into their ears
“Ive could’ve killed you by now.But the price has already been paid.Check my cellar.” With that last word Kyo went off into town and began to adapt to his new home.

 

[Darckcloud]

(((Bump)))

 

[Zearth]

The orange light of the flame cast a glow on the skinny tree trunks around it, making a crackling sound is it burned brightly. Its grey smoke trailed into the starry night sky, almost touching the full moon. In this flames, there was an animal of some sort, cut into sections. Its head, abdomen, and hide. It was long dead of course, kabobed upon a stick. A man was standing before the animal, his dark red eyes gazing into the flames without flinching. His mouth was starting to water, and his temptation grew when its smell entered his nostrils. He clentched his sharp teeth, and clentched his fists, no longer able to wait. The man sprang from the trunk of the dying tree, and sunk his teeth into his meal, almost launching head first into the flame. He tore the beast apart like an animal, riping the uncooked flesh erradictly. He made slushing, squishy sounds as he ate it, spurting blood into the air. It was inhuman the way he devoured his food, continuing like this constantly, not even taking seconds to chew. This man was clearly no man. He was simply a predator. He gobbled up the last piece of flesh, and dropped the bloodied stick to the brown earth. He leaned back against the tree trunk, a smirk of satisfaction on his bloodstained mouth. He licked the crimson liquid with his tongue, continuing to smile devilishly. "Delicious.....boar always tastes better raw....now that I'm filled...Chishio Oni....how about we have some fun?", the man with the dirty blonded hair said facing a sheathed katana in front of him. This blade, you could tell that it was no average one. It had a brght red skull for a hilt, and its scabbard was made of black cedar, a type of wood not found in all of Japan. Just by loking at it, you could tell that it had taken too many lives to count. In fact, you could smell the stench of blood resonating off of it if you stood close enough. Yes......this sword might as well had been a scythe, and this man ought to have been Death.

He chuckled to himself as he stood up, walking towards the long blade to pick it up. He strapped it to the back of his jet black, tattered vest, carassing the handle soon after. "Now now......don't cry....the blood I gave you wasn't enough. You need more....don't worry. I'll be sure to kill twice as many mothers this time......I know how much hot, female blood excites you.....yes.....it will be delicious..." The man then dashed forward through the forest at blinding speed, smiling his twisted smile all the while. Not too far from where he was, he could here yelling. Something about Kuroboshi. "Kuroboshi.....Koroboshi...someone's comin' to get you.....and now.....Zansatsu is coming too.....Hehehe....let the bloodbath begin..." Zansatsu continued dashing, heading towards the foggy section of the forest.

It looks like Chishio Oni wasn't after female blood....he wants the blood if this Kuruboshi instead.....Oooooh....its been awhile since you've been this anxious Chishio....is he that strong? Hehehe.....this will be even more fun than I thought....

 

[Darckcloud]

Kyo was getting a weird vibe from the people.He had now started his own bounty hunting job.Even though he was 13 he had already sharpend his skills to the very limit his body could handle.He had collected 960,000 ryo from captureing The Nine tails gang.His shop was just a wooden shed bythe egde of town.His hair had grown in the past month.His hair was now at his shoulders.He was no longer playing with short knives.He replaceed them with a crimzon blade 5 feet long.Curved at the very end.The hilt is coverd with a Leather handle has a jade diamond in the very center.The sheath is made of pure snaded wood.It has to hindges in the midle of the blade for a quick draw.He was now hearing stories about an in human man lurking in the Cherry tree forest.He waited Six long weeks for anyone to put up a bounty on him.As on the Seventh week.They put a bounty on him on the black list.
"Of all the good for nothin shit they couldve done they had to put him on the ****in black list.My bounty lvl is only six stars.Now to get on the block list I need one more star to get on the black list so lets see"Kyo look from his desk to his bounty list
"Now lets see.Senes he has 14 stars.Ill guess ill go after.Skurai the persacutor".Kyo was now getting ready Skurai had 20 stars in the bounty list and he was on the top.Kyo had packed him self with posinues needles and other sorts of weapons.Kyo left his shop and locked the door.
"You going on another bounty hunt again"A man said as Kyo left
"Of course.Im going after Skurai so I can get on the black list"kyo smirked and began to leave.
The man quickly ran toward the center of town and shouted out:Kyis going after skurai"
Everyone began to chat and murmur as they made bets and wages.only one man votedhe would make it back and that man was Kyoshiro.

 

[Bear]

The ronin smiled, and his eye's still pierced through the harsh fog. His flawless stance began to shift into somthing more efficient, as the men trampled closer, and closer, soon enabling Kuroboshi to smell their stench. The men hadn't taken baths in their whole lives, it seemed. Although, Kuroboshi just changed his smile.. From a truely evil stare, to an innocent smirk. The samurai quickly rid himself of the appearance, and smirked devilishly. The men were now just two dozen feet away, and Kuroboshi still stand there, bleeding through his bandages, still as a rock, and still smirking that satanic smirk.

Kuroboshi moved his foot slightly, eagerly awaiting to launch himself from the soft, and tender piece of earth of which he stood, untill the time was right. The man who had been calling out Kuroboshi's name was only four feet away, just in range of an extended arm with a mediocre lengthed blade. Kuroboshi snapped his wrist, and his sword swung from behind him, and sped forward in a perfect motion, bringing dirt with the edge of the blade. The man infront of him dropped, and the men behind that man gazed before the sight of blood that stained the air. "What ever happened to your crusade to victory?" Kuroboshi mocked, before smirking again. The men now had great fear in their eye's, and Kuroboshi could see it.

Kuroboshi then sheathed his sword and walked on, in the same direction he had gone before, away from the men. The smell of blood was now faint, and the ronin could only hear footsteps dissapating in the breeze. The men had been shocked of what they saw. Kuroboshi's sword was astonishing, but at the same time, grimly terrifying. Never before had any of those men seen a samurai that quick, and uneffected by seeing someone die before them, or dealing death itself. Those same men would now go back to the nearest village, and put a bounty on the ronin's head.

Once walking half a mile, Kuroboshi fell to his knee's, creating a cloud of dust from under him. The samurai could see it disappear just above the now slinder fog. It would be bright as day soon, and he woudn't have to worry of any other suprises. Kuroboshi then fell to his side, rolled on his back, and enjoyed the fresh air, untill a sound of movement could be heard through the tree's. He quickly stood, and gazed with curiosity in the direction the sound had originated from..​

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[Zearth]

Zansatsu smiled his evil grin as he stood perched up on the brach of the dying tree. He had found his prey, lying under the lone Cherry Blossom. He had seen his display of strength, and was impressed by the speed of his draw. Though such ability was wasted on weaklings. Zansatsu, however, would give him a challenge. Suddenly, the man stood up, and gazed into his direction. This made him smile even more. "Aww...looks like you found me...", he said before leaping of the branch, and landing directly in front of Kuroboshi. The dust from the impact hovered over his ankles, and he cast his peircing glare at his opponent as he knelt upon the soft earth. "You must be Kuroboshi......you have to be...my blade is begging for your blood....Him....Him....he is the one....let me gorge upon his rich blood.....it keeps repeating it over and over....like a siren. You can hear it too, cant you? Yes....you are the one. Hurry up and draw your sword.....I'm not going to wait any longer...", he said grinning devilishly as he started to unsheath his sword, revealing the black blade and the teeth like edges. When the weapon was fully unleashed, he stood up completely, and pointed it Kuroboshi's face. He noticed the emotionless eyes of his prey, and they were ice cold. The eyes of a killer who could kill and kill, and not give a damn about it. Zansatsu recognized these eyes immediately, for they were the same as his own. Eventhough his opponent gazed directly into his eyes, he didn't even budge. He waited a full 20 seconds, and he still made no response. The psycho frowned at this, gritting his teeth in fury. His eyes flared up, and he clentched his handle so hard, that his hards started to bleed. "Are you mocking me?! I said draw your weapon you son of a bitch!!! Forget it! I'm going to slice you into pieces!!!" Zansatsu suddenly rushed Kuroboshi, preparing to impale him with his black blade.

 

[Darckcloud]

Oc: Great job everyone

“For some strange reason.This might be my last bounty job.After I get that in-human beast.So lets see Skurai is my last bounty on the Senior list” Kyo snarled as the wind threw it self at him.Something didn’t feel right.Kyo continue to walk to the very center of the forest.Blood stained cherry blossoms blew past Kyo’s face.When Kyo pushed the branches out of his way.He saw the most beautiful thing .The pink cherry blossoms gleamed in the sunlight.The water sparkled like millions of stars.The air was pure and fresh.There was no scent of killing,pain or suffering just peace.The trees were as smooth as liquid water.Kyo walked up to the tree in the center of all this peace.Kyo brushed his hand against the wood and accidentally chipped a peace of it off.Kyo touched the inside and saw what was feeding the tree.
Bloodbegan to leak from the tree.Kyo eyes widened in fright.He slowly backed.When he stepped back a mysterious figure fell from the tree.
“Do you like it.This is Chinochi.The blood tree.But sadly it cannot produce its own blood or neither does blood rain from the sky.So I supply the blood from the foolish bounty hunters who dare come after me” The man turned around to see that the man was Skurai and he looked more twisted than the picture described.His blade was blood stained and was pointimg at Kyo.Kyo quick-drew his blade throwing his sheath to the ground.Kyo swung his blade in a vertical formation
“Get ready to die.You good for nothing HELL BEAST!” Kyo flew at Skurai unleashing a fury of moves.As expected Skurai didn’t even use his blade.He simply dodged the attacks with ease.Skurai spun in a horizontal line over Kyo landing behind him.He thrusted his arm hitting Kyo in the back where his scar was.Kyo yelped in pain as it stung through out his entire body.Kyo was now vulnerable.Skurai leaped at Kyo and swung straight at Kyo.

 

[Chaotic Dreams]

(( Sorry I haven't been on, I was moving house and couldn't get onto a computer ))

Jet was on the mountain he had chosen to train upon once again. He was moving his sword slowly, almost like he was moving in time with something. His sword was perfectly balanced, the blade being light, but the strongest metal in the land. It had cut through many rivals swords in the past, slicing them in half with one clean cut. The hilt was made from the same metal, but wrapped tightly in a black and silver ribbon to hold back the cold metal from touching the skin. The runes were slightly translated to Jet long ago and told him of an ancient magic that lies within it.

He trained past his limits everyday, starting the day his family was killed. He was told never to, or it might kill him, but what did he have to live for now? He would climb the mountain every morning at sunrise, the steep unsecure side making it a new challange everyday. Once he reached the top, he would push himself twice his limits until sunset and then return to his shack five miles away, always walking on foot. When he arrived home, he would bandage any injuries he had, make himself a small dinner, then meditate, waiting the sun to rise the next day.And then the cycle would start all over again...

Today was over, and he re-shethed his sword. He looked out towards the setting sun, his hair brushing over his face in the breeze. All this to train himself for the day he met Ochiudo Zato. All this... for revenge.

 

[Zearth]

((bump. I need to wait for b_a to post))

 

[Bear]

(( Sorry shady, I was busy today. xD I'm back now, and ready to continue. Again sorry for the stall ))

Kuroboshi still gaze into the blank tree before him. A quiet noise spawned from the branch, following a man, who's eye's gleamed with hidiousness. A terrible sight for any normal pedestrian to see; But not for Kuroboshi. He had seen many wreckless eyes in his unforgettable life. The eye's of murderers, whom's stories filled with sadness, gore, and bloodshed. Similar eye's to Kuroboshi's.
The man sprung from the dying tree limb, making it recieve it's last breathe from the world, and starting it's wilt. He had disrupted it's very place in life, and Kuroboshi took note of his carelessness. The man swiftly, but boldly fell to the ground, landing with the most evil of stance. His mouth moved, but remained mute. Kuroboshi had given his hearing slumber for the night. During his meaningless speach, Kuroboshi could make out his own name from the man's lips, allowing the ronin's eye's to die, and fill with emptiness. This man's movement, and his disastrous entrance was obvious enough. He longed for Kuroboshi's blood.
The man's sword suddenly arose, and he spit a few last words from his breathe before breaking the angry stare he had forced upon Kuroboshi's eye's. His sword then came towards the ronin viciously, with an aura calling for his blood. Kuroboshi stood still, waiting for the opportune moment.
The sword furociously pounded the ground, creating a ring of dirt that hung around it. Kuroboshi stand to the side, with the dead look remaining upon his face as if he did not know what was happening. A great evil had devoured his mind, and put him in a state of no self-control, allowing only his skills to emerge. The playfull and careless attack could not penetrate Kuroboshi's skills in swordsmanship. Nor put fear in his mind... For his mind was oblivious.
The two were still for what seemed like an eternity. Only the sound of sword clashings in the distant could be heard flowing with the wind, and only the smell of dry blood crept into once refreshing, and peacefull air.
Within seconds, the fog grew more dense. The hand infront of a face couldn't be seen, let alone the strange two in the road, that was now blanketed by beautifull cherry blossom petals.​