Location - Before a Waterfall
Ichiro stands ankle deep in the water, slowly swinging his
katana around at imaginary enemies.
Long laces of silky midnight hair flowed lightly due to the
soft zephyr that impulsed from the force of the waterfall up
ahead. This time a single blade clanked by her side while she
motioned forward feet gently puddling over the surface of water
as her black sandals danced upon the liquid. She carried
herself well with great elegance, while at the same time her
glistening marine eyes glistened from the reflection of the sun
mirroring the water. Sayono was her name Satsujinken no
Sayono, The fire of Konoha, and the Protector of Time.
Noticing the young woman standing nearby, Ichiro ceases his
semi-awkward practice session. Bowing low as he sheaths his
katana, Ichiro says, "Tsurugami Sayono, yes? I am most honored
to be in your presence."
With few strains of locks infront of her face she quickly
swipped them to the side to rest her eyes on the one before
her. "Hai, watashi oname wa Tsurugami Sayono desu," Sayono
introduced herself as her voice was gently swept away by the
breeze, a bow of her head noted her respect for him. "Your
face seems familiar but I can't put my finger on who you may
be."
Raising one eyebrow slightly and smirking, Ichiro says, "I'm
surprised that you would recognize me at all, I didn't think
I'd really made name for myself quite yet. My name is Sasaki
Ichiro. Perhaps Shiro-sama pointed me out to you? He did
suggest to me that I might consider applying to join the
Tsurugami clan...if I could pass the tests."
Sayono smiles lightly while a finger presses into the side of
her cheek with a the tilt of a head. "Ohh...Shiro-kun, that
might have been where I heard of your name, or maybe that
Nagashi girl. Never the less you're here now aren't you?"
Ichiro says with a smile, "I certainly hope I am, otherwise I
don't know where I am." Tightening his obi and stretching his
fingers, Ichiro asks, "Perhaps while you're here as well, you
could teach me a thing or two about using a katana?"
Sayono's blade was a bit different than a typical Katana, it
closely resembled the length of a Nodachi minus the two handed
wielding element. Technically It was a One Handed Nodachi
measuring much longer than a typical Katana. Light Weight but
definitely full tang the blade itself was unique, especially
for her style, Dragon Dance. "I can't promise I can teach you
much for most of my abilties is practiced through my families
style passed down...Though I wouldn't mind sparring you...and
perhaps seeing where you need work."
Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, Ichiro draws his
katana from the sheath at his hip. "I would appreciate that, I
think you'll find that I'm a fairly quick learner." Stepping
into stance, Ichiro holds his sword ready and nods at Sayono.
Within an instant Sayono would bring on the attack without
hesitation her body remain fluent much like the water beneath
her feet as she propelled her slicing blade straight in his
direction with a spinning horizontal slash. The blade itself
was steeled of a crimson style steel that easily sliced through
the air. At the same time there was a decent amount of range
between them after all the sword itself did resmble a nodachi.
Ichiro shifts his weight, almost losing his balance, to counter
the force of the blow as he blocks the crimson blade with the
nearly-black blade of his own. Sliding his blade along the
length of the nodachi to keep it at bay, Ichiro steps in close
to Sayono, shoving her blade away and bringing his own sword
into a downward slice.
As their blades locked and the space between them began to
close, Sayono wouldn't hesitate to push the moment to her
advantage, her dance encored as she turned to evasion in a cart
wheel like motion, pushing off one leg to spin off to the side
as he began to bring his slash downward. During evasion she
applied a counter attack swiftly moving her blade down along
towards his ankles...
Ichiro notices the attack at the last second and slides his
foot out of the way, grimacing as the tip of the blade manages
to catch his leg. Smiling as the wound quickly stitches itself
closed, Ichiro mutters, "I'll have to make a note of training
with Yama-kun to deal with that extra blade length."
Sayono suddenly swings her blade through the shimmering lake,
creating a glistening curtain, and vanishes from behind the
cascade of water.
Ichiro looks around for several minutes, expecting Sayono to
appear at any moment, before sheathing his katana and sitting
down for a drink.