Post by Lord Bromosalino on Feb 14, 2012 15:27:56 GMT -5
“A training session it is.”
With a nod that displayed his agreement, the Director, at least to Sora’s thinking, had also thought it best that Sora would undergo training before the mission. No doubt the other agent that was to accompany Sora was a fine agent, or the Director might have sent him immediately or sent another. Either way, Sora was at least slightly glad, they would finally start to teach him.
With that nod, the Director signaled towards one of the females. Sora had heard, briefly, upon his arrival that he should keep his eyes to himself. It seemed like a fair warning and one Sora was none to concerned with. He knew little of this society of people and he had already seen that appearances where quite deceptive on this strange island.
With a nod given, the longer haired one stepped forward. She was pretty enough and had a round-ish face that was framed not by wrappings, but by lush, indigo hair. Her green eyes only accentuated her already pretty face. However, like cold steel, they showed her true intents and thoughts. Just like the old man, she was seemingly mocking him. As she passed, the two nearly touched shoulders. The two were in such deep contrast with each other; one smaller, slenderer, and clothed in mystery whilst Sora was tall, muscular, and the complete opposite of any resident on the island. As she had passed by through the threshold of the tent, Sora caught a wisp of fragrance that flowed from the ninja’s body. No doubt this fragrance was for the Director’s pleasure.
As the young, female ninja had passed from the cool solitude of the tent to the blazing heat outside, a moment of silence abounded in the room. Fortunately, this was short lived and within no time at all the female had returned with half a dozen or so young ninjas, all males. “Tell Roku, I would have Sora learn ‘Shigan’ before he sets off to his mission. That gives him one month. See the mission as it was given. Move out.”
One month. Two thoughts flashed into Sora’s mind. The first was directed towards the Director’s instructions. One month seemed like far too much time to learn one technique. Of course, if this was one of those special tricks that the old man had used in their bout, it would be well worth learning. Secondly, he was given a month to solely train. That meant that either the mission was not of the highest importance or that the other operative could easily hold their own.
Strong arms gripped Sora’s own as they led him out of the sanctuary of coolness and back into the sweltering heat. Outside waited the only person, besides the master Roku, Sora knew by name; Anamaeus. Shooing away the inconsiderate hands that seemingly pulled Sora along, the two matched each others strides as they engaged in a brief conversation.
“So, you’re to learn the first of Rokushiki, eh? See that you keep your wits about you or find your heart cleaved from chest at the stroke of a finger’s touch.”
“A finger’s touch, eh?” was all Sora had truly heard as his newfound “friend” had begun to laugh. So these ninja could kill with just a finger, certainly impressive. As the group continued to move towards whatever direction or location they had in mind, the group became much more silent and there was no conversation now. Soon enough though, they found themselves at an oasis. The cool of the water and the air had made the heat all but subside and breathing became much easier and more relaxed. There, sitting like an old sage, the old man was seated upon a boulder, eyes lost in thought.
As the group that had escorted Sora into the presence of this master had slunk back into a single group, Sora heard the words of Anamaeus as he too fell back. “This is your chance to ask as many questions as you want.”
With eyes that seemed to pierce through the very being of Sora, the old man had yet to make a move or speak out. Any question he wanted to ask, he could. Quite an opportunity really. Life was hardly about the answers, but rather, the questions one asked. Picking his words carefully, Sora breathed in the cool, fresh air once more and decided that, though he had many questions, he would only ask the ones necessary and relevant to him as of right now. When one thought about it, it really came down to one question; how can he improves himself.
“Well, it looks like I’ve been let off of my ‘leash’ for the time being. You said you would teach me the true way of mastering Rokushiki. I’d like to take you up on that offer. Though I have a few questions here and there, what I really want to know though is how can I make myself stronger, not merely physically but mentally as well? Will you teach me?”
With a nod that displayed his agreement, the Director, at least to Sora’s thinking, had also thought it best that Sora would undergo training before the mission. No doubt the other agent that was to accompany Sora was a fine agent, or the Director might have sent him immediately or sent another. Either way, Sora was at least slightly glad, they would finally start to teach him.
With that nod, the Director signaled towards one of the females. Sora had heard, briefly, upon his arrival that he should keep his eyes to himself. It seemed like a fair warning and one Sora was none to concerned with. He knew little of this society of people and he had already seen that appearances where quite deceptive on this strange island.
With a nod given, the longer haired one stepped forward. She was pretty enough and had a round-ish face that was framed not by wrappings, but by lush, indigo hair. Her green eyes only accentuated her already pretty face. However, like cold steel, they showed her true intents and thoughts. Just like the old man, she was seemingly mocking him. As she passed, the two nearly touched shoulders. The two were in such deep contrast with each other; one smaller, slenderer, and clothed in mystery whilst Sora was tall, muscular, and the complete opposite of any resident on the island. As she had passed by through the threshold of the tent, Sora caught a wisp of fragrance that flowed from the ninja’s body. No doubt this fragrance was for the Director’s pleasure.
As the young, female ninja had passed from the cool solitude of the tent to the blazing heat outside, a moment of silence abounded in the room. Fortunately, this was short lived and within no time at all the female had returned with half a dozen or so young ninjas, all males. “Tell Roku, I would have Sora learn ‘Shigan’ before he sets off to his mission. That gives him one month. See the mission as it was given. Move out.”
One month. Two thoughts flashed into Sora’s mind. The first was directed towards the Director’s instructions. One month seemed like far too much time to learn one technique. Of course, if this was one of those special tricks that the old man had used in their bout, it would be well worth learning. Secondly, he was given a month to solely train. That meant that either the mission was not of the highest importance or that the other operative could easily hold their own.
Strong arms gripped Sora’s own as they led him out of the sanctuary of coolness and back into the sweltering heat. Outside waited the only person, besides the master Roku, Sora knew by name; Anamaeus. Shooing away the inconsiderate hands that seemingly pulled Sora along, the two matched each others strides as they engaged in a brief conversation.
“So, you’re to learn the first of Rokushiki, eh? See that you keep your wits about you or find your heart cleaved from chest at the stroke of a finger’s touch.”
“A finger’s touch, eh?” was all Sora had truly heard as his newfound “friend” had begun to laugh. So these ninja could kill with just a finger, certainly impressive. As the group continued to move towards whatever direction or location they had in mind, the group became much more silent and there was no conversation now. Soon enough though, they found themselves at an oasis. The cool of the water and the air had made the heat all but subside and breathing became much easier and more relaxed. There, sitting like an old sage, the old man was seated upon a boulder, eyes lost in thought.
As the group that had escorted Sora into the presence of this master had slunk back into a single group, Sora heard the words of Anamaeus as he too fell back. “This is your chance to ask as many questions as you want.”
With eyes that seemed to pierce through the very being of Sora, the old man had yet to make a move or speak out. Any question he wanted to ask, he could. Quite an opportunity really. Life was hardly about the answers, but rather, the questions one asked. Picking his words carefully, Sora breathed in the cool, fresh air once more and decided that, though he had many questions, he would only ask the ones necessary and relevant to him as of right now. When one thought about it, it really came down to one question; how can he improves himself.
“Well, it looks like I’ve been let off of my ‘leash’ for the time being. You said you would teach me the true way of mastering Rokushiki. I’d like to take you up on that offer. Though I have a few questions here and there, what I really want to know though is how can I make myself stronger, not merely physically but mentally as well? Will you teach me?”