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Broken Promise; Kyousho + Open
Topic Started: Dec 20 2010, 05:13 PM (832 Views)
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It's... snowing! As if the world was twinkling with thousands and thousands of tiny stars who came to play on earth. Over the ground were already large blankets of white and even the trees too were decorated with glittering icing. It's beautiful... but it's also very cold. Asami blew cold steam onto her freezing hands, and again, to keep warm in this snowy weather.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm very sorry!" Asami bowed up and down violently five, six, seven times over. The head priest was no doubt angry that Iroa had missed her first training. If it was due to other reasons maybe he would have understood. But the reason was... that she slept in!?

Dressed in red and white, as did all Shrine Maidens, Asami continued to sweep '[t]he vast and towering series of talls stone steps that once ascended lead a traveler to the top of the hill where the Shrine is located.' It was her punishment for skipping out morning training. Asami was assigned to sweeping away all the snow using nothing but a simple broom.

"I wonder... if Yamato Sempai came this morning?" Asami sighed and continued sweeping what seemed like a hopeless cause.
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sorry about the long wait. had a flight to catch yesterday :P

Trystan sat with his legs crossed, hands folded over each other in a meditative position. While it was snowing, he wasn't particularly cold, as he was circulating his qi while he waited. The snow around him had long melted away, the heat being generated keeping even his head free from the snow that was slowly drifting down. How long had it been since he had arrived at this spot? He wondered if Iroa had forgotten, or had simply been late. For that matter, when was the exact time that they had agreed to meet? For the life of him, he could not remember. He opened one eye, glancing at the quickly rising sun, trying to get a feel for the current time. However, because of the clouds overhead, there wasn't really much sun to see.

Taking a deep breath, Trystan brought his hands up at the same time, exhaling as he brought them back down towards his lower dantian. After having calmed his flow of qi in this manner, he stood up, then stretched with his arms over his head. It had been awhile, and perhaps it was time to move on; maybe she had overslept or something. And as he didn't even have a cellphone, it went without saying that he didn't have a number to call either. That aside, he had always felt that face-to-face meetings did one more good than talking into a suspicious piece of plastic.

Despite his own relative dislike of when it snowed, he couldn't deny that it certainly was beautiful. As such, he decided to take the long way down. By long way, he meant, of course, the proper stairs. He had never understood the need for such a long flight of stairs just to get to a temple. So far as he was concerned, a temple was a place of respite and shelter for those who needed it; what was the point of putting all these stairs in the way if all it did was make the journey that much more tiring? Well, it could also very well be that he was missing the point of the stairs entirely. As he made his way down, he nodded and smiled to the various miko's he met on the stairs. They would return the greeting by courtesy, but would also start a little when they saw him dressed in his usual sleeveless and hooded gi. They all looked as if they were freezing, and he couldn't really blame them. If it was cold enough to snow, then, judging by the looks of what the mikos were wearing, the red and white uniform really wouldn't provide enough protection from the elements. While slowly mulling these thoughts about, a vaguely familiar voice reached his ears.

"I wonder...if Yamato Sempai came this morning?"

Smiling to himself, Trystan pretended not to have heard, then responded as he kept walking, deliberately raising his voice slightly to get Iroa's attention.

"Such cold weather...I wonder if Asami-san came this morning?"
Edited by Kyousho, Dec 21 2010, 08:18 PM.
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((np. I've been a little slow to post too. Makes us even then ^.^ ))

"Such cold weather...I wonder if Asami-san came this morning?"

Asami's ears perked up. "Ya..Yamato sempai!" Her eyes were wide and within the second of eye contact Asami was bowing violently up and down five six times. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I...slept in this morning.... very sorry!" Her voice was apologetic and she kept her head bowed in that 90 degree fashion as if waiting for forgiveness or, otherwise, judgement.
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"Ya..Yamato sempai!"

"Ah, Asami-sa-"

However, before he could finish any sort of greeting at all, Iroa had already rushed over, and had bowed multiple times, all the way down into a 90 degree bend.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I...slept in this morning.... very sorry!"

Trystan scratched at the back of his head while an awkward smile started appearing on his face. He hadn't really intended to make such a big deal about Iroa not showing up at the appointed time. However, now that they actually had met, perhaps by chance or on accident, Iroa was apologizing so much that he didn't really know how to react. Even as he awkwardly reached out to try to get her to stop bowing, it didn't really stop her from continuing to do so. As she reached her seventh or eight bow, Iroa stopped, and held her body in the bent over position. From the tone of her voice and her actions, it appeared almost as if she were waiting on him to pass some sort of judgment or punishment on her.

Well, in any case, he had no real intention of punishing her, or rather, anyone, over something as trivial as this. Honestly, he himself had a bad habit of sleeping in from time to time. If Nina wasn't always up at whatever ungodly hour she woke up at every day, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he probably would have missed homeroom at least half the time. Regardless, it certainly was a bad habit to have...perhaps some sort of deterrent was in order? After thinking a bit, Trystan responded, with his voice lowered into, or at least what he thought was, a dramatic, but still comical baritone.

"In that case...punishment must be delivered to the lazybones who slept in..."

Raising a hand, Trystan gathered his qi into it, before swinging his palm down down in a faux-violent arc. Stopping his palm just centimeters away from the back of Iroa's head, a gust of warm wind crashed down, blowing some of the snow that had accumulated on the stairs off to the sides. Then, he lightly tapped the blade of his hand onto Iroa's head, a slightly playful smile on his face.

"Batsu!"
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((eee sorry, Christmasy stuff caught me for the past few days.))

"In that case...punishment must be delivered to the lazybones who slept in..."

Lazybones? I.. Asami looked up as she was about to retort when a warm wind sailed down warming her cold neck. "ahn." Not yet realizing what she did in that split second, Asami's attention was caught by the feeling of Trystan's soft palm on her head. Her sudden movement must have offset his original intent by just a little bit.

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Quickly, the pat turned into a light tap with the blade of Yamato's hand. "ugu.." Asami rubbed her head softly with both hands and saw the slight playful smile on Trystan's face. "Batsu!"

Asami's cheeks turned slightly pink. But only for a split second. "Sem-Pai!!" Iroa puffed her cheeks as if mad but quite obviously in a playful manner. She, of course, still haven't noticed the small clearing of snow just yet.
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"Ahn~"

W-what was this sound? It was...strangely cute, yet exciting at the same time...

"Sem-Pai!!"

Laughing, Trystan ruffled Iroa's hair a bit more before crossing his arms at his hips. Now that he really thought about it, he didn't really remember why they had decided to meet up again either. While it was flattering to think that maybe it was simply for the sake of just seeing each other again, they had only met for a few minutes at most. Surely that wasn't enough for interaction at that level. On the other hand, it really wasn't a bad feeling to have - the feeling of someone wanting to see you simply for the sake of seeing you, that is. Either way, he wasn't sure as to how to continue the conversation. Conversing had never really been one of his strong points, and Nina's natural silence didn't really help things along in this matter either. While the accumulated snow and the broomstick in Iroa's hand pretty much told him what she was doing here, he didn't really know what else to talk about. As such, he decided to simply ask.

"So, what brings you put into the cold with this few layers this morning?"

It somehow didn't occur to him that being told this from someone wearing only a single layer sleeveless shirt would seem...slightly ironic, to say the least.
Edited by Kyousho, Dec 29 2010, 01:42 PM.
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"So, what brings you put into the cold with this few layers this morning?"

Not different from a child, Asami's attention was easily snatched. At Trystan's question, Iroa brought her broom to behind her holding it sideways with both hands. "um..." Her eyes drifted and she stalled as if trying to find the words to say. "You know I was supposed to train with the priest this morning too... right?"

Looking up, Iroa seemed to be expecting something but quickly continued not giving him the chance to speak. "He was... rather..well...um... furious." As if deciding that was enough she continued while trying to change the topic.

"So um..." Asami's eyes drifted only to be delighted at what she saw. "Whoa!?" She was looking at the ground where Trystan had cleared the snow. Then she looked up obviously making the connection. "Could..!" Asami suddenly caught her own excitement and decided to compose herself... despite her glimmering eyes betraying her heart's exhilaration.

"Would it.. would it be possible for Asami to learn that wind thing? I..uh.." Iroa peered down at her costume, the broom and then the length of the towering flight of stairs. Peeking up only a short glimpse, Iroa seemed almost embarrassed to ask. Or perhaps she just wasn't used to asking for help? "Well..." Iroa hesitated again. "..maybe.."

Iroa could feel the heat on her cheeks and quickly spun around to hide it from Trystan. "no..nothing. Nothing at all." Asami continued as she swept unnaturally quickly at the floor where the snow was already cleared.
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"You know I was supposed to train with the priest this morning too... right? He was... rather..well...um... furious."

Well, that would have explained why she was out here. Well, if nothing else, it was good training for the mind. Physical pain is, afterall, able to be subdued with a strong mind. The pain of psychological trauma was something that physical bodily pain could not even hope to approach. Perhaps religious training focused on such principles as well? However, they probably did it for other reasons. He could not for the life of him imagine peaceable monks, nuns, and/or priests purposely getting into situations where they would need to suppress pain. Of course, this was under the assumption that this shrine focused on religious religion, as opposed to the ones which went about exorcising demons. He had witnessed a few of those before while hew as wandering in China, and those hadn't been pretty at all, to say the least. Regardless, his train of thought had wandered, and thus, he shook himself from it, just in time to catch Iroa's expression of surprise.

"So um...Whoa!? Could..!"

Well, I guess it's not just surprise this time around...

As Trystan wondered what had generated that sudden outburst, he followed Iroa's gaze as her eyes swept the ground. Adding one and one together...his mind still didn't make the connection.

"Would it.. would it be possible for Asami to learn that wind thing? I...uh...Well.....maybe.."

Still slightly confused, Trystan thought about Iroa's actions once more. She had started out eying the snow that he had accidentally swept away just before. Then, she had looked up at him, with an almost expectant expression in her eyes. After, she had looked to her own costume, to the broom in her hands, and then at the whole length of stairs that they still had to walk down to get to the bottom. Finally, she had flushed slightly, and looked up at him once more, before looking back at the ground and spinning around, continuing to brush intently at a spot with nothing on it. Just what did all of this mean? What could these signs mean? Was he supposed to teach her to make some wind with her costume and broom? But then Iroa'd would freeze! Like a giant popsicle! She looked cold enough as she was. No, perhaps that wasn't it. Perhaps she had meant that she wanted to learn how to "do the wind thing" with the broom, while still wearing the costume? But why would the costume matter in the least?

Oh great Justice, show me the path!

"No..nothing. Nothing at all."

And suddenly, it hit him. First, the stairs were covered in snow. The areas of snow she had looked at had all the snow piled up on the sides. The snow had piled there because of the draft that had occurred when he was just playing around with Iroa. Iroa was being punished by the priest for sleeping in. The priest had given her a broom, and was making her wear the uniform that didn't provide enough warmth. There were still many stairs left on the way down, and Iroa was cold. Iroa had stated that she wanted to learn "the wind thing". Thus, the only thing that could be concluded from the situation was that...

...It would take too long to teach her to generate enough wind to blow the snow away as he had.

From the flushing, Trystan guessed that, perhaps like Nina, Iroa was either embarrassed or simply just not used to asking for help due to, at least by his perception, her high social ranking. He had found that the easiest method of alleviating this sort of situation was to simply offer the help first, instead of waiting for the other to ask you for your help. He thought for a moment as to how he should phrase it so that he would save face; face was very important to people of high rank, after all.

"Well, this one could definitely teach you how to generate that wind, but this one's afraid that, while you might be able to learn it in a short period of time, Asami-chan might not be able to use it consistently enough to allow you to finish the rest of this-"

Trystan waved with his hand to indicate the rest of the snow that had piled up on the stairs.

"-by today without tiring yourself out. Would you kindly let this one help you with the task instead? This one can try to teach you as we go."
Edited by Kyousho, Dec 30 2010, 02:11 PM.
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"-by today without tiring yourself out. Would you kindly let this one help you with the task instead? This one can try to teach you as we go."

Asami's ears perked up and she turned around to face Trystan once more. She seemed to have forgotten her embarrassment and her eyes were sparkling with delight. Indeed she wanted help, but; there was something else on her mind struggling and keeping her back. One second; Two. Her eyes peeked down at the length of the towering flight of stairs...

"Onegaishimasu!" Asami suddenly bowed quickly again in her 90 degree bow. Her words may not be english but from her gesture it was easy enough to understand. Asami's desire for assistance won over. "Arigato gozaimasu, Sempai."
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Trystan watched as Iroa seemed to go through several phases as she contemplated his offer. First, she spun around, with eyes that did nothing to hide the enthusiasm at either having someone to teach her the "wind thing", or having someone to help her with the rest of the stairs. Well, it could easily have been both of those reasons at the same time as well. However, she seemed to hesitate momentarily, for some reason that he didn't quite understand. One second passed, then two. Finally, after eying the remaining stairs one last time, Iroa seemed to settle on the decision to accept his help.

"Onegaishimasu! Arigato gozaimasu, Sempai!"

Nodding, Trystan thought over how exactly he was going to teach Iroa the process. Honestly, it was going to be a lot harder than he imagined, as, so far that he could tell, Iroa had no experience in actually manipulating her own qi. While the process itself was simple for those who did know how to conduct qi, trying to produce shouki like he had for someone without that knowledge was, simply put impossible. As such, he decided to begin with a simple lesson on qi conduction. All that he was going to do was inject his own qi into Iroa, and guide it along her qi pathways so that she would not only have some qi to work with once they got started, but also to open up all her pathways so that she would have an easier time trying to conduct said qi; it was like paving a road so that the going would be easier.

"Alright then! Firstly, Asami-chan, I'd like you to sit down, with your legs crossed, your back towards me.", said Trystan as he sat himself down on the step.
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"Alright then! Firstly, Asami-chan, I'd like you to sit down, with your legs crossed, your back towards me."

"h...here?" Asami responded with a genuinely look of surprise and uncertainty. "um..." Iroa began twiddling her thumb while peeking left and right. Her expression was as if to say that she was concered that 'people might be looking'. It wasn't that she was against sitting down in general, though certainly she prefers seiza rather than crossed legs, it is just that...

"Sempai...?" Iroa folded one hand over the other while pointing to the forest beside the steps. "Maybe over there?" Even just the side would be fine but Asami just wasn't comfortable doing this somewhere so open.

Whether Trystan accepted her request or not, Asami would follow his lead. Sitting down, Asami's long hair drapped down over the nape of her neck reaching down to her lower back. Her eyes were shut tight and her body was tensed up. Nervous? Cold? Maybe a bit of both.
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"Sempai...? Maybe over there?"

Scratching his head, Trystan got up and decided to do as Iroa asked. It was a simple request, and he wasn't going to be stubborn about the place they were sitting. Rather, it was just confusing to him as to why they'd have to move in the first place. The steps were pretty much perfect for what they were going to do. The hard surface promoted sitting up straight, and doing so would also straighten up the qi passageways, making it easier to conduct. Why would people looking have anything to do with obtaining the optimal environment? It wasn't like he was teaching her some secret technique or another. The seemingly much too manga-esque scene reasoning aside, perhaps it had something to do with the slight feeling of either embarrassment or nervousness that he was feeling from her aura. Maybe...she just didn't want to be seen in what she would consider an embarrassing position? As they sat themselves down Trystan wiped these thoughts from his mind. If he was going to teach someone, he was going to do it properly, without any of the usual nonsense that went about in his head. Noting Iroa's tensed and slightly shivering body, Trystan took this into account, then started speaking.

"It's alright to let loose a little," said Trystan as he laughed slightly. "It won't hurt at all. Actually, this one might even go so far to say that it will feel quite nice. You will feel the qi traveling along a particular path in your body. For now, all you need to do is to remember the path it goes on. That will help you cultivate your own reserve of qi in the future. Also, the end may be a bit abrupt, but rest assured that it will go away on its own. Now, let us begin."

Taking a deep breath and raising his own qi towards his palms, Trystan extended his arms, placing his hands gently onto Iroa's back, so as to not startle her with any sudden motions; it felt as if her tension was almost reaching breaking point. Closed his eyes and slipping his own qi gently into Iroa's body, he started feeling the pathways in Iroa's body with it as well. It was somewhat like trying to trickle water out of a water fountain into a cup with only a funnily shaped straw. Each individual had a different construction, and so, care had to be taken so that the qi followed the pathway nicely. While it certainly wasn't dangerous, nor had much possibility of injury even when performed sloppily, it would feel much better if, instead of simply dunking the cup into a pool, one just patiently let the water run its course. All in all, it was a tedious task, but it had to be done by everyone while starting, and Trystan himself was no exception.

Gently brushing past the pathways which led to dead ends, Trystan sought out the various qi gates in Iroa's body, pushing through and "propping" them open, so that Iroa could still use those gates later. This would have the side effect of both temporarily warming Iroa up gradually to a comfortable temperature, as well as enhance her own physical abilities slightly. He gradually worked his qi up, about, and all around her body, so that at the very end, it simply gathered from multiple directions and pooled around her dan tian, or, as the Japanese knew it, the tanden: the main center of both the body and the soul. However, as this was probably the first time Iroa's body had reacted to qi in such a manner, her body would simply refuse all the extra qi. Trystan could feel the excess qi start bubbling upwards. His own master had told him that the excess qi, seeing as qi itself was simply a breath of sorts, would always manifest itself as a violent expulsion of air. This, coincidentally, was manifested in the stomach occasionally, but more often in the lungs, when the bubbling would force the qi out of the pathways and into the organs itself.

Basically, you'd get the hiccups.
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"It's alright to let loose a little," Asami listened and tried to calm down with a deep breath. She is a girl and he is a guy. It wasn't that there is a lack of trust but... guys should be more sensitive to a girl's feelings! "...Now, let us begin."

Though Asami couldn't shake the nervousness away it wasn't something she would simply admit out loud. Afterall, she was the one to ask him for help with the stairs. Iroa felt two hands on her soft back and she reflexively reacted straightening her posture. It was a gentle touch and Asami could feel her heart beating faster still. She wasn't quite sure how to describe it. It was as if a warmth seeped into her soothing her body. Asami's eyes began to relax and her white fist began to loosen.

Wait. A thought suddenly entered Iroa. Sempai is controlling this right? Does that mean he can feel m... Her cheeks suddenly blushed a beat red. Nonononono, just don't think about it. Just don't think about it. Her thoughts were interrupted when, "hic. eh?" She wondered. "hic. sem hic. pai?"

Not sure if she needed to do anything, Asami sat relatively still wondering what was happening otherwise waiting for next instructions.
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Dun dun duuuun! why so serious?!

tell me if you want me to change anything :P


And of course, being the nearly gender oblivious individual that he was, all of Iroa's gender concerns were lost upon said individual. Well, what else would, or rather, should one expect out of one who grew up surrounded by only male, martial art crazed monks?

"hic. eh?"

Trystan had to stifle the small smile that was appearing on his face. While he knew that this was the reaction that was supposed to happen, as well as the fact that such bodily noises are natural and shouldn't elicit nearly as much humor as it really did, he simply couldn't stop himself. He, like his fellow compatriots all labeled by the fairer sex as immature, still found himself giggling like a little girl to himself from time to time whenever someone released gases. However, he quickly caught himself in the act, and regained his composure. He was teaching someone now, and it was no time to be acting frivolously; teaching was, as a great individual had put it before he had, a tremendous task, and was not one to be undertaken half-heartedly.

"hic. sem hic. pai?"

"Don't worry about it, Asami-chan. The hiccups are normal. That is simply your body's way of purging the excess qi that it can not handle. It should stop as we begin the exercise. Next..."

However, while he said this, he wasn't really sure how far and to what extent he should be teaching her. Traditionally speaking, Ryoushou-Ryuu was a style that was taught only to those who either had an innate ability to sense sakki or who were planning on learning how to sense sakki. Honestly, he couldn't see her ever needing to use such a skill. While it could be used as a method of telling the general indications of mood in an area, it was a technique which was far more useful for both detecting and directing hostile intent; it was more an indication of how bestial an individual could become than anything. The reason why such an ability, if it could even be called that, was a pre-requisite to learning was that it allowed those who practiced killing arts to differentiate between those who were involved and those who were not, as those untrained would simply be unable to detect the hostile intent being spread around. Thus, by actively keeping up and spreading their [sakki[/i], practitioners were able to make themselves stand out to those who might be interested in placing their lives at risk - it firstly kept the small fry away, and would secondly keep the high profile targets from going after the small fry. As such, Trystan decided to simply test Iroa. It would be, hopefully, a less awkward exercise than simply outright asking if she could sense hostility.

"Hm..."

While pretending to stroke his chin in a pensive manner, as if deciding how to word the next set of instructions, Trystan directed a slight wave of sakki towards Iroa's general direction. The more observant might have seen a slight glint in his eyes while he did this. However, this wasn't really an indication of actual ability to sense the hostility. Different schools had different methods of not only sensing this intent, but also describing the feeling that came with it, but all of them would agree that, at its most subtle, sakki simply isn't something that can be seen - it is felt. It is felt in the bottom of your gut, in a place that a biopsy wouldn't be able to locate, in a place that could not be seen, in a place that can not be felt, causing a feeling that only God Himself would be able to replicate. It is a place that, upon first exposure, could make the strong-willed sick to the stomach, cause the weak to succumb to insanity. It is, for lack of a better analogy, simply a library of all raw detrimental emotions that evolution had the foresight to lock away from the general public. Such was the sort of darkness that one would feel when overpowered by another's sakki. He himself had been overpowered multiple times, most recently during the Heartless invasion. It was claustrophobic, it was nauseating, it was something disgusting that words could no describe; yet, there were those intoxicated by this feeling, going into demonic rampages voluntarily, simply to experience more and more of its poisonous burn.

Trystan had estimated and lowered the amount of sakki that he had released so that, even if Iroa was able to sense it, she would only be slightly affected - perhaps a slightly queasy stomach, a sudden sense of claustrophobia, or even bits of both. Either way, it wouldn't have been enough to drown anyone, and would likely pass within seconds. Regardless...Trystan wouldn't have minded at all, maybe even preferred it, if Iroa wouldn't be able to sense the sakki.

Innocence lost could never be regained.
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