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Sept 17, 2021 4:44:12 GMT
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One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Against the soundscape of rain and morning mist, Nobukatsu practiced. The family home had a dedicated dojo; a space supplied with every basic necessity, most of which were unused these days. Nobukatsu trained alone on empty mats, wooden blade in hand, and simply let his body recite the same things he let his body recite every morning.
The first form. The second stance. The third grip. The fourth flow.
It emptied him of his dreams each day, those spoiled things that kept trying to cling to him. Dreams of a father that would never again greet him, and dreams of a mother that he would never see. Not that he saw much of them in the first place - ample amounts, of course, for a military family, but never enough to please the heart. Nobukatsu emptied his mind of their faces now, finishing the routine in silence, with nothing but the basics.
Nothing but what they taught him.
Soon he is cooking a meal in an empty house; he is alone this morning. A praise of thanks is given to a living space that cradles him and him alone this misty day; only then is he able to go out and make his way to today's destination. Before he can fathom it, he has found himself at the grave marker of his father.
Nobukatsu is silent for far too long.
"I'm going to find her," breaking the pitter-patter of rainfall on stone with a stoic voice. "I won't let my training trouble you anymore." As he speaks he unwraps his bandaged left arm, showing off the red-tainted signs of fresh ink there. A new part of the process; a new promise on his skin. "Never again will complacency claim me. In a way, she taught me that."
The rain hides what might be his true feelings as he re-wraps himself and slowly makes his way towards home. He had preparations to make.
Taijutsu [Rookie]
The fundamentals have been practiced and honed. Nobukatsu knows the required martial skills required of a ninja but nothing more and nothing less. His moves are solid but basic, the result of hours of practicing the same drills over and over without real combat experience to back them up.
Kenjutsu [Rookie]
Nobukatsu's kenjutsu is also in its fundamentals. It would be more accurate to say that Nobukatsu is more gifted in the art of kendo rather than kenjutsu, practicing the rhythm of forms and grips over and over without much real experience to back it up. He carries a steel-rod umbrella with him rather than one of the family blades; he isn't worthy yet.
Stealth [Rookie]
Nobukatsu has the hang of silence and stillness, but lacks the full observational awareness to hide himself with efficiency that would work on anyone trained to search out the hidden. Stealth has never been a pride and joy skill in the family, and it shows in his lack of interest in furthering it beyond the bare minimum required of him.
Medical Ninjutsu [Apprentice]
A student that has finally moved on to practical applications. Nobukatsu has always had an interest in the inner workings of the body, initially studying the medical arts to further his understanding of his own self, but has found a nugget of talent within himself that he seeks to nurture. Don't expect him to heal anything life-threatening, but do expect him to wax poetically about the intricacies of your chakra points in conjunction with your major organs. At this stage he's more of a first-aid-kit connoisseur than a jutsu professional.
About Nobukatsu
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Against the soundscape of rain and morning mist, Nobukatsu practiced. The family home had a dedicated dojo; a space supplied with every basic necessity, most of which were unused these days. Nobukatsu trained alone on empty mats, wooden blade in hand, and simply let his body recite the same things he let his body recite every morning.
The first form. The second stance. The third grip. The fourth flow.
It emptied him of his dreams each day, those spoiled things that kept trying to cling to him. Dreams of a father that would never again greet him, and dreams of a mother that he would never see. Not that he saw much of them in the first place - ample amounts, of course, for a military family, but never enough to please the heart. Nobukatsu emptied his mind of their faces now, finishing the routine in silence, with nothing but the basics.
Nothing but what they taught him.
Soon he is cooking a meal in an empty house; he is alone this morning. A praise of thanks is given to a living space that cradles him and him alone this misty day; only then is he able to go out and make his way to today's destination. Before he can fathom it, he has found himself at the grave marker of his father.
Nobukatsu is silent for far too long.
"I'm going to find her," breaking the pitter-patter of rainfall on stone with a stoic voice. "I won't let my training trouble you anymore." As he speaks he unwraps his bandaged left arm, showing off the red-tainted signs of fresh ink there. A new part of the process; a new promise on his skin. "Never again will complacency claim me. In a way, she taught me that."
The rain hides what might be his true feelings as he re-wraps himself and slowly makes his way towards home. He had preparations to make.
Proficiencies
Taijutsu [Rookie]
The fundamentals have been practiced and honed. Nobukatsu knows the required martial skills required of a ninja but nothing more and nothing less. His moves are solid but basic, the result of hours of practicing the same drills over and over without real combat experience to back them up.
Kenjutsu [Rookie]
Nobukatsu's kenjutsu is also in its fundamentals. It would be more accurate to say that Nobukatsu is more gifted in the art of kendo rather than kenjutsu, practicing the rhythm of forms and grips over and over without much real experience to back it up. He carries a steel-rod umbrella with him rather than one of the family blades; he isn't worthy yet.
Stealth [Rookie]
Nobukatsu has the hang of silence and stillness, but lacks the full observational awareness to hide himself with efficiency that would work on anyone trained to search out the hidden. Stealth has never been a pride and joy skill in the family, and it shows in his lack of interest in furthering it beyond the bare minimum required of him.
Medical Ninjutsu [Apprentice]
A student that has finally moved on to practical applications. Nobukatsu has always had an interest in the inner workings of the body, initially studying the medical arts to further his understanding of his own self, but has found a nugget of talent within himself that he seeks to nurture. Don't expect him to heal anything life-threatening, but do expect him to wax poetically about the intricacies of your chakra points in conjunction with your major organs. At this stage he's more of a first-aid-kit connoisseur than a jutsu professional.
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Nobukatsu Mizune looks like Angra Mainyu.
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Nobukatsu Mizune looks like Angra Mainyu.
