Post by Aubs on May 21, 2012 22:05:22 GMT -5
The boat rocked back and forth on the choppy waves as it approached the bay, twisting and turning under the passing storm. Crysiland was its destination, an old island deep within the Grand Line, reclusive in its tourism, and the hidden training ground of one of the World Governments special task forces. But more importantly than any of that, it was home to warriors, men who understood the concept of violence and of peace. To that end, at least one of the passengers on that ship was aboard was there for such a reason, the one curiously napping against a wall in the lower hull. The merchant ship that was floating the passengers towards the island was there to buy up whatever of the mystical crystals that formed naturally one the island. However, unbeknownst to the inhabitants, if the crew could not barter enough of the crystals to make the journey worth its weight in berri, then the hired mercenaries on the ship would ensure that at least the captain was satisfied. You see the change in stance by the company towards policy of procurement had necessitated stronger measures with the indigenous people, funny what a little government backing could do for you. A man yelled from above deck, in his guttural voice.
“Land Hoe”
Now that man we spoke of, the one slumping against the wall, he seemed very unconcerned with this turn of events. Apparently napping peacefully, a young man of normal stature, a bit thin with glossy brown hair, careening down his head, skirting away from his face and framing its thin features with sharp relief, well he only just seemed to be stirring. His hair came into focus some more, it flipped up to the side like some type of bird, and has its excess carefully tied in a small, vertical knot on the back of his head. His face waved into the picture as well. He had a sharp chin and thin cheeks, sharp nose and bright blue eyes. His clothes were well worn from travel. Black pants with two pockets for his hands and a cloth belt tied just below his hips, tucked into light blue boots. His matching sky blue tunic was overly large, reaching down to his mid-thigh, with wide sleeves that went to his wrists. Normally this would be worn open and over other clothing, but instead the man had it held together by his trusty belly-warmer, or a thick cloth belt that covered his midsection snuggly, the whole being perhaps 6 inches wide, made of a cream color.
Tucked onto his shoulder was a simple looking katana. It had a simple gold-colored tsuba and a black saya. The weapon was propped up on his right shoulder, the handle touching the wooden wall behind him, his right hand was grasped around the saya, because asleep or not a samurai could never lose his blade. He had a brown, stiff kasa covering his face and eyes again, as his head tiled down back into his lap. His left knee up, with his left arm in his lap and right around his sword, back slumped and neck arched the man looked like the picture of a resting fighter, until someone walled into the hull and started shouting. That man crinkled his nose for a second before doing so, maybe smelt the pollen and incense that signaled our resting hero. Looking up slowly our friend grumbled and rose to his feet, reaching his left hand over to grasp his sword, twisting his wrist around so that as he dropped the sword to his left hip, the blade twisted towards the outside. Stepping forward the nameless man edged his way into the nearby hall leading to the stairs. He would have to get on deck before the rush. When he finally did so, the destination finally came into view.
A large island awaited them, with two large mountains that shone brightly in the evening sun. Much of the island was covered in forest as he could see, but the strangest thing was that the whole place seem to sparkle. From the description of the island, strange crystals actually grew in abundance all over the island. The hung off trees and littered walkways, large small and in between. At night they could be seen glowing in different colors, and they had been used to make just about everything on the island. It was certainly a strange place, but who was he to judge really. The ship finally docked in the small port, only a few other ships were present, and none anywhere near the size of this vessel. None of the hired help was allowed off until after negotiations, but our friend had no intent of sticking around. He was grateful for the ride however, so he made sure to leave a few berri tucked into the gunwale a he flung himself over it and landed gracefully on the pier below. He supposed he would head for Quartz Village, the city center of the island. Someone there must be willing to work with him for a few days at least while he found his bearings.
Walking down the pier nonchalantly, he was unaware if anyone even noticed his departure. He was too busy looking this strange place. After leaving Wano Country he had spent most of his time on ships, being able to touch the solid ground, or crystal of this island was worth the world. He was nobody here, and that was ok, it would be better if that was the case. Little did he truly understand however just how good this place would be to him. There was much to learn on this island, and much to discover. This tale might begin as a simply wandering through the island. But if things were truly meant to happen as they should, then this would end as moment of triumph for this unknown man.
Or we could just be honest, his name was Itonami Kou, and this was the beginning of his new art.
“Land Hoe”
Now that man we spoke of, the one slumping against the wall, he seemed very unconcerned with this turn of events. Apparently napping peacefully, a young man of normal stature, a bit thin with glossy brown hair, careening down his head, skirting away from his face and framing its thin features with sharp relief, well he only just seemed to be stirring. His hair came into focus some more, it flipped up to the side like some type of bird, and has its excess carefully tied in a small, vertical knot on the back of his head. His face waved into the picture as well. He had a sharp chin and thin cheeks, sharp nose and bright blue eyes. His clothes were well worn from travel. Black pants with two pockets for his hands and a cloth belt tied just below his hips, tucked into light blue boots. His matching sky blue tunic was overly large, reaching down to his mid-thigh, with wide sleeves that went to his wrists. Normally this would be worn open and over other clothing, but instead the man had it held together by his trusty belly-warmer, or a thick cloth belt that covered his midsection snuggly, the whole being perhaps 6 inches wide, made of a cream color.
Tucked onto his shoulder was a simple looking katana. It had a simple gold-colored tsuba and a black saya. The weapon was propped up on his right shoulder, the handle touching the wooden wall behind him, his right hand was grasped around the saya, because asleep or not a samurai could never lose his blade. He had a brown, stiff kasa covering his face and eyes again, as his head tiled down back into his lap. His left knee up, with his left arm in his lap and right around his sword, back slumped and neck arched the man looked like the picture of a resting fighter, until someone walled into the hull and started shouting. That man crinkled his nose for a second before doing so, maybe smelt the pollen and incense that signaled our resting hero. Looking up slowly our friend grumbled and rose to his feet, reaching his left hand over to grasp his sword, twisting his wrist around so that as he dropped the sword to his left hip, the blade twisted towards the outside. Stepping forward the nameless man edged his way into the nearby hall leading to the stairs. He would have to get on deck before the rush. When he finally did so, the destination finally came into view.
A large island awaited them, with two large mountains that shone brightly in the evening sun. Much of the island was covered in forest as he could see, but the strangest thing was that the whole place seem to sparkle. From the description of the island, strange crystals actually grew in abundance all over the island. The hung off trees and littered walkways, large small and in between. At night they could be seen glowing in different colors, and they had been used to make just about everything on the island. It was certainly a strange place, but who was he to judge really. The ship finally docked in the small port, only a few other ships were present, and none anywhere near the size of this vessel. None of the hired help was allowed off until after negotiations, but our friend had no intent of sticking around. He was grateful for the ride however, so he made sure to leave a few berri tucked into the gunwale a he flung himself over it and landed gracefully on the pier below. He supposed he would head for Quartz Village, the city center of the island. Someone there must be willing to work with him for a few days at least while he found his bearings.
Walking down the pier nonchalantly, he was unaware if anyone even noticed his departure. He was too busy looking this strange place. After leaving Wano Country he had spent most of his time on ships, being able to touch the solid ground, or crystal of this island was worth the world. He was nobody here, and that was ok, it would be better if that was the case. Little did he truly understand however just how good this place would be to him. There was much to learn on this island, and much to discover. This tale might begin as a simply wandering through the island. But if things were truly meant to happen as they should, then this would end as moment of triumph for this unknown man.
Or we could just be honest, his name was Itonami Kou, and this was the beginning of his new art.