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 Post subject: Stepping Stone
 Post Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:32 pm 
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A dark portal opened at the entrance of the Enlightenment Shrine, through it came Saruwatari Hayato. Having newly awakened to the past knowledge about himself, the not-so-lone samurai decided that it was time to make preparations for an inevitable battle.

Having stepped out the portal, Hayato took in the look and feel of his surroundings. This place radiated total peace and a quiet ambiance that he personally enjoyed. The shrine stood gloriously and was quite the welcoming piece for the young man. Taking his first steps forward onto the stone path Saruwatari strode quite adamantly. "Let's get this started, shall we...?"

He spoke to himself quietly as he came within a closer distance towards the shrine. When at the respectable range of closeness between he and it, Hayato got on his knees, sat on the heels of his feet, took several deep breaths, then cupped his hands and placed them together, forming an "O" shape with them. After doing so, the young man slowly closed his eyes and delved into his mind. He placed himself in a trance where he could freely wander his new fully awakened subconscious.

This meditation process was going to take a few swings and a some long tries. The mentality and presence of Himiko still lied within the back of his mind, so in order to face her on the battlefield he'd need to push her evil influence out of his mind.

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 Post Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:35 am 
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Like static upon a cloudy television, Saruwatari entered his ever broken mind. Pieces of memories, floating like broken shards of glass in suspended animation. A path lied before the man, starting from the beginning, outlined with the past, experiences in hand. He started with just a name, a known location and a set of skills. Now, his stepping stone has become the very shards of broken wisdom that seek completion. "For all of us..."

He said aloud, his subconscious echoing the very words as well. A single step was all it took and the memories started to form on their own.

He fell. The winds of the white expanse whipped against his body, fluttering his hair and clothing. Their ferociousness made him squint his eyes and grit his teeth, the force against him was astounding. Eventually, after what seemed like a few minutes of falling, color bled through the white.

18 Years Ago

A warming sun and cooling breeze rested upon the home of the Hayato's. Perfect training weather for the son and father, the perfect weather to have the mother make their delicious snacks. Outside the two stared each other down. A level of determination and friendliness hid their true beasts inside. Bamboo swords at the ready, kneeling respectively towards each other, the two waited for their signal. Up above, the trees swayed in the breeze. Lazily hanging on the winds of nature, the trees rustled loudly in the quietness of the two warriors. Suddenly, a small leaf fell from one of the green trees. Relying on the wind to guide it, the small bit of nature focused itself on the center of the arena the two currently inhabited. Falling, falling, falling. It crossed both set of eyes that bore intensely into each other. The second it passed...

*Woosh!*

In what seemed like the same time frame, both father and son stood drawing their weapons in a quick and decisive standoff.

*Whack!*

Only, the son persevered. Blades crossed and down the middle, the two tried to gain footing, meeting forehead to forehead.

"Good son, good. Not on your butt this time, I see."

"..."

The son didn't ever speak unlike the father. Quiet when in the heat of the moment and collected under duress, he was steady with his hands. Trading sides with just a few mere side-steps, the two were getting ready to clash once more.

*Whack, smack, whack!*

Fiercely did they continually lock blades, one or the other not scoring a single hit on each other. Their movements were quick and precise, yet one always had the clairvoyance and skill to detect and deflect any oncoming blows towards them.

The Saruwatari of 18 years later, watched in delight. Those were arguably his best years. Eight years of age, honing his skills with his father who was probably 32 years younger than him. He was literally there, watching his younger self and his father of late, training hard. The rhythm, movements and strength that landed on each strike resonated with Saru. He remembers those times fondly now that he could. This is what he called Pressuring, a cross between a defensive analysis and an offensive push using analyzed information on the opponent.

None of them had moved away from each other technically. They may have broken contact with their weapons, but that was only to size the other up for a few seconds, before they clashed fiercely once more.

"Come on, live in the fight, son! Throw some words at the opponent, liven up the atmosphere. Don't just wait and attack over and over again. That's boring!"

"..."

No words as usual. Instead, he opted to push even harder... His father came in with an upward hit designated for the ribs. A typical tactic used to get some sort of sudden rise out of him, little Hayato instinctively knew this was coming. He reacted quickly, using his bamboo sword to parry the attack perfectly. His father was sent open and reeling, allowing him to close the distance even more and come up with his own upward hit. This move came in, smacked right into his father's ribs and held enough force to send him backpedaling in pain.

"Argh! Ha! Haha! Good show, good show... What is that, 5,000/15,000?"

"More or less."

Young Hayato responded, smirking in confidence. Since his training started when he was four, he and his father had just about 15,000 training sessions. Each hit counted as a victory and a tally up to the scoring. His father only gained so many wins, because Saru was still green with handling a sword. Now the young boy had become much more adept, deflecting and striking whenever necessary. His wins were coming up quite quickly.

The older Saruwatari teared up a bit. Things were so much easier back then. Way before the attack of the Sun God and his second in command...

"Oh you two."

A voice rang from the sliding doors. In front of them was Saruwatari's mother. A naturally white haired woman, fair, slender and young, she presented the two with a tray of tea and cookies. A stark contrast to his bronzed, rugged and brown-haired father. They all smiled and laughed with each other.

"Race you to the tray!"

His father would announce quickly, nudging Saru back with the hilt of his training weapon. However, before he could completely take off, his son would hold his bamboo sword out in front of his feet, tripping him up. The father crashed with a comical thud and the son who was merely pushed back, took strides to his mother. She placed the tray on the stairs ran over to her son and embraced him. He was growing quite well and she was proud of him....

Freeze. The memory frozen in time as Saruwatari finished piecing together that bit of his memories. The color browned to a sepia tone, before blacking out completely, with the black being pulled into a white and the white ejecting Saruwatari back out into his dark subconscious. Unlike before, some pieces were placed back together and were lied out on the path before him. Neatly put together, they formed a cheerful memory in his life.

"Those were the days. Training in the morning until afternoon, mom's snacks... Why did it all need to change?" A question not even his returned memories could answer for him.

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 Post subject: Re: Stepping Stone
 Post Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:34 pm 
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Saruwatari chose to move on. Maybe the answer he sought to the question lied further down the line. While trekking the newly formed path he spotted an object far in the distance. A light. He couldn't distinguish if it were a white or blue light, but he could definitely see it out there. He stopped momentarily to find out if the path were to lead to there but figured that solutions were all the same. "Just keep going."

He said quietly. Shards of memories began to move themselves closer. A sign that he's nearing another dead and broken end in his path. The run seemed to be going on forever with these shards moving at a slow pace, but Hayato would endure without any problems. He owed this to the people he lied to and the people who died for his foolishness.

What felt like hours later the young man finally arrived at the next end. When stepping on the edge, he knew he simply had to throw himself... Which he did. Leaping off the edge with faith in his head, he triggered the familiar whipping winds and white abyss coloring. Soon after, more color filled in, and he went back to a past he thought long forgotten.

11 Years Ago

Inside of his own, inside of the basement which nestled beneath a small cavern, 15-year old Saruwatari was undergoing stricter training. Wearing weights of all kinds, standing in a rocky arena facing his mother. She held a warming smile, but one of deceit. A warmth that would make a man comfortable enough to throw down his guard and get brutally broken by this woman. If anything, Hayato feared his mother and her smile.

"Now, dear, you know that your movements must be swift. When in a fight where your sword isn't by your side, you must learn to close in, strike fast and disable your opponent. This could be by throwing a punch hard enough to knock them unconscious or if you're lucky and precise enough, kill them by hitting the chin with enough force."

She demonstrated each strike in the air, staying in perfect balance and stance. Each time her fists moved, the wind would shake to demonstrate her power itself. The son looked in awe and listened. His task was to stay in his fighting stance, learning to keep each weight in balance with the other. Should he fail, he'll surely injure himself and lose the meaning of this training. Concentrated and firm he continued to watch.

"Some would say a kick like this holds no power. Not much at least, considering its only taking this portion of your thighs into consideration. Though, I must disagree with them for a weak kick like this..."

His mother turned her body towards a small boulder. She was close enough to it to make it seem like a kick on a normal person wouldn't do much except distract them. She was about to show him a simple kick that was far more dangerous than what a flashy kick could do. With a loud kiyai, she pivoted with her left foot, brought her right leg up the highest she could and struck the boulder with a side kick, using the heel of her foot.

*Smack!*

This sound echoed within the large arena, a testament to the fact that her kicks held power. The boulder didn't get destroyed, but a dent and a few cracks were left where a human being's throat or head could be in that situation.

"Do you see it, son? No need for flashiness or the like, just precision and power. You want to take out your opponent as soon as possible, not give them a good time. Understood?"

Little Hayato nodded, just like with his father he didn't need to speak or anything else of the short to show that he was all there. With the family, they all knew each other well enough to understand each other on that speechless level of communication.

"Good, now I will remove the weights."

In what seemed like a brief flash, her mother was already in front of her son. With a high placed push kick to his solar plexus, she broke the weights off, freeing up his sternum. This high powered kick tested his control and balance, he stood strong and aired out his systems to avoid losing too much of his air. A small wince was all that came out. She then moved closer in, grabbing forearm, forcefully pulling him in, then chopping at his head weights. These broke off with more ease and more complicated techniques would be displayed she removed his weights.

Older Hayato found himself being able to mimic his mother's movements. In fact, he stood by her the entire time watching her flow with grace and power. Each step, pivot and turn she made he made as well. Eventually, they he and his mother ran with almost the same type of speed to his little self, the difference was that she was faster even to this day. Next, he found himself performing the same type of complicated techniques, knowing that most opponents can't really stand an up close and personal battle. In terms of fist fighting, he knew he had the upper-hand always.

Young Hayato was freed from his bonds and felt lighter than a bird. His mother smiled genuinely this time and kissed his forehead. She was feeling the frame of his body, checking to see if he was eating properly and if he were growing steadily. Much to her happiness, he was. Several cuts, bruises and tough lessons were all it took. Coupled with patience and perseverance one could master their techniques in a matter of years. 15 years and Saruwatari was considered to be a rather hardened veteran of the techniques he learned, though he was still far from being as powerful and as skillful with his martial arts as he could be.

"Several years from now, I'll show you how to incorporate chakra into your being. These lessons will be brutal and punishing. You must learn to accept pain as one of the learning tools, though, you have already done so I feel you'll be ready when the time comes. Remember, chakra is sort of like the life giver. Everything is based around chakra. All the gods, if there are any, all the creatures, plants and so forth all have a form of chakra that make up the basis of who they are. Learn how to manipulate it effectively, and you'll be as powerful as the gods one day!"

She jokingly said, laughing along with her son who chuckled softly.

"I can definitely become a god! A warrior god!"

"Then work harder, Mr. Warrior God! You slack off too much, just like your father."

The mother said, softly bopping her son on the head. They exited together, smiling and laughing. Hand in hand, the happiness continued to flow back into Saruwatari, along with his lost knowledge of control and technique.

A familiar sepia stopped the memory, the color faded to black and the black faded to white. Being spit back out into his subconscious, Older Hayato saw the path stretch further The shards were disappearing one by one, but there was still many. He still had a long way to go before gaining a remedy for his memories.

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 Post subject: Re: Stepping Stone
 Post Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 6:07 pm 
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Once Saruwatari got a bit of strength back he was going to go a bit further. Before that ever occurred he received a message from someone. This was a call going out to all Void members. Something about a team being assembled, an unknown name for it, but it needed members of the Void to come in join it. Saruwatari, thinking on a more "kill two birds with one stone" mindset figured that he can help the village AND Shinta, by going along with the missions and completing them.

"Better start now... I can't stay in solitude forever." His words echoed. Closing his eyes in his mind, opened them in the real world. They shot open and he took a sudden deep gasp for air. Releasing after a time, Hayato stood out of his meditation position and looked at the Void Amulet tied around his neck. Holding it up, he thought of the Town Square. The amulet then created a portal that led to the location he sought after. Saruwatari wondered what was the whole team thing was all about, as he stepped into the portal.

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