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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 22:54:10 GMT -5
Yukimora was about performing his normal patrol duties in the human city. It was a beautiful day with a bright, shining sun and the breeze just enough to make his clothing flow in the breeze.
As he made his way through the streets, a young woman dashed out from a side street and glared at him. At first Yuki was startled by the sudden movement. Then he relaxed as he saw that it was just a young girl.
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:04:12 GMT -5
Xiu jumped out in front of her target. She had been waiting for the other to pass by and now was her chance! She landed in front of him and she knew in an instant that he didn't see her as a threat.
"You!" She cried out, a full glare reaching her eyes, "My father gave you the sword that was rightfully mine!"
She pointed her short katana at him. She had trained with the Hiten Mitsurugi style for a while now and the short katana wasn't the right weapon for the style.... She required her father's reverse blade sword and she would get it!
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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 23:07:29 GMT -5
Yukimora smirked.
"He gave it to the only one capable of wielding it to its full ability. Your father can tell who is the best samurai that deserves his coveted sakobato."
He smirked over at her.
"Mere mimickry of a sword style cannot defeat the original article."
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:11:00 GMT -5
She growled and lunged at him, swiping her sword.
"If anyone is mimicking, its you!" She screamed, anger apparent in her tone. She fell forwards when he moved out of the way. She fell to the ground and turned quickly, stirring up dirt in the process.
"You.... I'll get it from you if I have to take it by force!"
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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 23:12:44 GMT -5
He chuckled.
"We've both just seen how well your idea of force works Xiu."
He smirked and carefully approached her.
"Need a hand getting up?"
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:19:46 GMT -5
She reached her hand out and slapped his hand away. She stood and dusted the dirt from the road off of her. She turned sharply and made the motion to leave.
"I will get what's rightfully mine. Just watch." She threatened. She turned quickly and whacked the other on the head with the sheath of her short katana and then darted off down the road.
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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 23:20:57 GMT -5
He grumbled and rubbed his head where she had hit him.
"Pain in the but kids."
He sighed and resumed his patrol.
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:25:49 GMT -5
Xiu jumped on top of a building and proceeded to follow Yukimora around. She continued glaring at him. How could her father have chosen him over her?!
She punched the roof where she sat watching him. She wanted to take revenge, but she had to wait until he was off guard.
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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 23:28:17 GMT -5
Yukimora sighed as he thought of the troublesome girl.
"He gave the sword to me but if anything it should be a family heirloom. However, I can't simply just return it and say that I do not deserve it. That would be insulting to my successor."
He sighed again.
"If only she didn't want to learn the way of the sword."
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:28:29 GMT -5
Xiu jumped on top of a building and proceeded to follow Yukimora around. She continued glaring at him. How could her father have chosen him over her?!
She punched the roof where she sat watching him. She wanted to take revenge, but she had to wait until he was off guard.
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Post by Yukimora Mibu on Sept 11, 2009 23:32:02 GMT -5
He sighed as he paced his way through the town.
"If anything it should be a family heirloom. I can't just give it back saying that I don't deserve it either. That would be an insult to my successor's ability to read others. Something our sword-style is well known for."
He sighed again.
"If only she didn't want to learn swords. All my problems would disappear."
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Post by Xiu Yang on Sept 11, 2009 23:34:32 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his words. She wanted to lean over the side of the roof and hurl at how stupid he sounded.
'Our sword-style... our sword-style!? Who does he think he is?!' She thought. She wanted to jump down like earlier and beat him to a pulp, but it didn't go so well last time.
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