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morirelogs2012-10-26 06:26 pm
kurokenshi) wrote in morirelogs2012-10-26 06:26 pm
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Who: Kazuto and you
When: Early morning, January 3
Where: One of the main streets
What: Kazuto was practising his sword skills in what he thought was a quiet little yard, out of sight. But he was spotted and dragged into a fight.
Warnings: PG for violence in general
The black swordsman usually took great care not to draw attention to himself. Using swords in an age where firearms were more common already drew plenty of attention from passers-by. But given his distinctly foreign appearance, and the recognisable curved hilts and sheaths, he supposed (and hoped) that they wrote him off as a samurai. That seemed to be the first impression that many people had of him, as much as he had initially tried to dispel it.
For discretion's sake, he always chose an out of the way location to train and hone his skills. The actual place changed daily and randomly so that he couldn't easily be targeted and picked off by a rival assassin. At least, that's what his trainers had told him.
He had drawn one of his blades and settled into a ready fighter's stance, about to launch into his first deadly sword form against an imaginary enemy when a group of perforare users slouched by. From their momentarily surprised looks, they hadn't expected to see anyone in this back street. Their surprise quickly turned into wolfish grins, and they surrounded him.
If Asuna were here, this would be over in seconds, he thought to himself as he wordlessly drew the second katana from the sheath on his back. Seemed like he'd get to practise on real opponents today.
When: Early morning, January 3
Where: One of the main streets
What: Kazuto was practising his sword skills in what he thought was a quiet little yard, out of sight. But he was spotted and dragged into a fight.
Warnings: PG for violence in general
The black swordsman usually took great care not to draw attention to himself. Using swords in an age where firearms were more common already drew plenty of attention from passers-by. But given his distinctly foreign appearance, and the recognisable curved hilts and sheaths, he supposed (and hoped) that they wrote him off as a samurai. That seemed to be the first impression that many people had of him, as much as he had initially tried to dispel it.
For discretion's sake, he always chose an out of the way location to train and hone his skills. The actual place changed daily and randomly so that he couldn't easily be targeted and picked off by a rival assassin. At least, that's what his trainers had told him.
He had drawn one of his blades and settled into a ready fighter's stance, about to launch into his first deadly sword form against an imaginary enemy when a group of perforare users slouched by. From their momentarily surprised looks, they hadn't expected to see anyone in this back street. Their surprise quickly turned into wolfish grins, and they surrounded him.
If Asuna were here, this would be over in seconds, he thought to himself as he wordlessly drew the second katana from the sheath on his back. Seemed like he'd get to practise on real opponents today.
no subject
If he could have a space to practise without needing to worry about gawkers... The offer to train on the Foundation grounds was tempting. Kirito wanted to say yes and thank him for the offer, but he hesitated.
"Are the training facilities neutral ground?" he asked cautiously. "I could be part of an enemy family for all you know. No offence, but I don't want to walk in there and be massacred."
Kirito knew that his trainer would be gleeful over any chance to spy on other organisations under a legitimate pretext. As much as it disgusted him to exploit Jr's kindness, he wasn't brave enough to defy them for the sake of his principles. They'd quite clearly stated he'd be killed if he tried to leave.