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fandomhigh2018-07-06 08:27 am
battlewithstyle) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-06 08:27 am
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Japanese Blades, First Period, Friday [07/06].
The Danger Shop had been set up as your typical dojo setting - sliding doors, tatami mats and all. So yes, no chairs, y'all. Enjoy sitting on the floor, if you chose to sit. Mitsutada stood at the head of the room, dressed up in his armor... well, to the extent of what bits of his battle outfit were armor. He looked more like a butler who had cobbled on pieces of samurai armor than anything that you'd typically consider actually a protective suit. Next to him stood a smaller figure, under four feet tall, wearing a blue short kimono with the hem tied up and the sleeves pulled back. This other figure had a huge poof of blue hair that matched his clothes, and he had big eyes.
"Welcome everyone," Mitsutada said, pulling a wooden bokken out and taking a few swings with it. "You've signed up for this class because you have an interest in Japan, swords, or possibly just combat. But because of the particular unique nature of myself and my little comrade here, you are going to get a chance to learn not just about the different types of weapons of Japan but from the different types of weapons of Japan."
He posed for effect. "I am Mitsutada Shokudaikiri, a tachi forged by the great smith Mitsutada Osafune. I could go into my own story, but today we are going to talk about some of the smallest of weapons, Tantou."
He put the longer bokken away and then he and his smaller compatriot pulled out short bokken - not much longer than a large kitchen knife.
"I am Sayo Samonji," the boy introduced. "I was named after the poem by Saigyou Houshi. But the matters of my origin are not such a pretty sight... I am covered in blood and hatred, a revenge tragedy. I was forged in 1334 by Saemonzaburo, a sword of a ronin from Nissaka. After his wife died, the ronin went to sell me to help provide for his son, but he was killed by bandits on his way. When he later learned what happened, the son vowed revenge, and became a sword polisher. He waited and learned for years, and then the fateful day came when a man came in to have his tantou polished. When the son removed the handle to see the tang, he saw the inscription which told him that it was the sword of his father."
"When the customer returned, the son used his father's blade, me, to kill him," Sayo continued. "He satisfied his need for revenge, though that desire is still within me, but I make sure to only use it against those we must fight on the battlefield."
Mitsutada was doing his best to look supportive while also looking like he was not entirely prepared for starting this class with such a dark backstory. "I suppose now would be a good time to open things up to questions, and also introductions from each of you."
[ooc: Open!]
"Welcome everyone," Mitsutada said, pulling a wooden bokken out and taking a few swings with it. "You've signed up for this class because you have an interest in Japan, swords, or possibly just combat. But because of the particular unique nature of myself and my little comrade here, you are going to get a chance to learn not just about the different types of weapons of Japan but from the different types of weapons of Japan."
He posed for effect. "I am Mitsutada Shokudaikiri, a tachi forged by the great smith Mitsutada Osafune. I could go into my own story, but today we are going to talk about some of the smallest of weapons, Tantou."
He put the longer bokken away and then he and his smaller compatriot pulled out short bokken - not much longer than a large kitchen knife.
"I am Sayo Samonji," the boy introduced. "I was named after the poem by Saigyou Houshi. But the matters of my origin are not such a pretty sight... I am covered in blood and hatred, a revenge tragedy. I was forged in 1334 by Saemonzaburo, a sword of a ronin from Nissaka. After his wife died, the ronin went to sell me to help provide for his son, but he was killed by bandits on his way. When he later learned what happened, the son vowed revenge, and became a sword polisher. He waited and learned for years, and then the fateful day came when a man came in to have his tantou polished. When the son removed the handle to see the tang, he saw the inscription which told him that it was the sword of his father."
"When the customer returned, the son used his father's blade, me, to kill him," Sayo continued. "He satisfied his need for revenge, though that desire is still within me, but I make sure to only use it against those we must fight on the battlefield."
Mitsutada was doing his best to look supportive while also looking like he was not entirely prepared for starting this class with such a dark backstory. "I suppose now would be a good time to open things up to questions, and also introductions from each of you."
[ooc: Open!]
Re: Introductions/Questions!
Re: Introductions/Questions!
Look, she was a villain. And villains didn't traditionally fare too well against talking sidekicks.