Tales of a Kenshi

[JspecWip]

This is my first every library post, but maybe there will be more to come.

Tsujigiri-Litterally cross road cutt v. meaning to try out ones new sword on a chance wayfarer


The words of his masters echoed through his mind
He headed them, and pushed them away, a clear mind
Out breath
As his right foot stepped forward he drew in a deep breath
At the same time his left thumb pressed out on his blades tsuba
His right hand caught the hilt, continuing the motion
*Shhhiiiinnnng*
He gave a shout, the noise seemed distant to him
He knew he had made it as violent as he wished his blade to be

A poor showing of Iiado. The thought drifted into his mind as he saw the mans hand begin reaching for his own blade. He pushed it aside along with all the other information bombarding his senses, even those that told him to concentrate on his Tameshigiri technique.

His sword arched up vertically as it came out of the saya, just before the highest point in the arch his left hand fell into place under his right. He stepped forward with his left foot, putting all his strength and body weight behind the cut.

The sword struck the man between the neck and his right shoulder, he knew what Bottojutsu was about, and had practiced for months for this one moment. He twisted his hips as the blade bit, using muscles across his body, legs, torso, arms shoulders.
Perfection comes in Harmony
He pushed the thought away; this was the moment where most cuts where ruined.
The momentary increase in tension told him the blade passed through the spinal cord.

The blade sprang free just above the mans left hip. Blood poured out just after the blade, like a river breaking free of a dam. His eyes were locked on the mans face though, his expression was frozen in mid shift. His lips still held the sneer, but his eyes were wide with shock. That’s when his two halves fell apart; lower half crumpling beneath the weight of the upper into a rapidly growing pool of blood. Things not meant for a mans eye now exposed on the ground for all to see.

I will never grow used to the smell of insides.

He released his left hand from the hilt.
He took his in breath as he re-squared himself to his opponent.
The katana was held pointed downward to his right in preparation of the post cut forms.

A fine example of Tsujigiri

As he did this the world around him seemed to fall back onto him, the dusty cross-roads was filled with shouts, and he could see people running behind the other men in front of him. He noticed Taketsune’son was behind and to the left of the farthest Theskan, the mans headless body still standing on its feet.

That is not proper for Tsujigiri
But…. They are from Telflamm, and would not accept that fate is what lead to this.

The last man stood directly behind the first “chance” way-farer. He wore a snarl on his face, and his sword was in his hand. He came forward, raising the blade high as he skipped over the top of his fallen comrade.

A fool this one, this attack will leave him open
Why do these people cower in fear of these men?

He pushed the thought from his mind, and waited just enough.

River undercuts the bank
Just before the zenith of the mans skip, he came forward to meet him.
He gave another shout as his left hand fell back into place beneath his right, the blade streaking out from his lower right, the strike ending with it above his left shoulder.
It took the man just above the left hip, and left him just below his sternum on the right side of his torso.

He will live through that a while…..

The mans lower half tumbled forward, his upper half hovering there in mid-air a moment before falling atop the pile of gore on the road. His screams where loud enough to drown out any other noise, but only the men that had cut them down remained on the cross-road to hear them.

The sword slashed through the air, the looping arch stopped suddenly with a snap of the wrist. He knew these motions by heart, had practiced them thousands of times.
He slid the blade back into the saya, and stood overlooking the fallen men.

That first one had a couple inches of steel out. *Taketsune shook his head* Even if you cut well, you will have to show you truly deserve that blade. Few are awarded their sword as young as you. *The other younger man nods back at him* You will have to work harder than most to show you are truly Kenshi, and not just a thief.

Especially because your skin is white like snow. *The older man gives the younger a nod, a small smile on his face*

[foaloke]

One can tell you have a bit of familiarity with your topic. Very cool.