[CLOSED] And here's where the real party begins.

[recycleddestiny]

Who: Masamune, Otoha, and one Johnny Rayflo spectating
Where: Capricorn district; Central Park
Summary: Masamune's first real swordfighting lesson yields some interesting results.
Warnings: Violence/blood, maybe some cursing, and possibly an Awakening?


Once Masamune had gotten word from Otoha when their first lesson was going to be, it actually took a bit for him not to come running out like some sort of fool. In all honesty, it reminded him of when he was younger and getting his first kendo lessons.

The cut on his leg had healed up well enough, at least, so now he was taking deep breaths, sitting in the park with Kagehide sheathed in his lap. Sure, he looked calm, but there almost seemed to be an electric current running through him in anticipation. Last time he felt like this outside of when he and Otoha had fought earlier was when he had first met Yukimura and the two had ended up working alongside each other in a fight in high school. This just felt right.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he stood up. Now or never, he supposed.

Comments

[bakegarasu]

Otoha moves forward as the sword is dropped, attempting to grab Masamune by the shirt again and slam him to the ground. Sure, it was dirty fighting. That didn't matter. In a survival situation you had to use every trick to keep going.

[recycleddestiny]

The wind's knocked out of Masamune's lungs as he hits the pavement, but when he opens his eye it's practically blazing fury - instincts and adrenaline are kicking in, and he lashes out with a punch to Otoha's stomach as soon as he gets the chance, his other hand fumbling for Kagehide.

[bakegarasu]

He doesn't react to the punch at all, grabbing the kid's upper arm and pulling it to the side roughly - probably enough to cause a decent amount of pain. His other hand goes to grab Masamune's other wrist, attempting to pin him.

[recycleddestiny]

[His next breath comes through in a teeth-clenched, painful-sounding hiss, but he's still going to be trying to bust out of that pin somehow, this time with a kick. He wasn't done yet, he wasn't going to be done yet goddammit.]

[bakegarasu]

[Otoha just keeps holding him. The kick doesn't appear to do anything, no matter where he kicks. Kick him in the junk, he doesn't care.]