Once We Were Warriors [TBTP - Murat]
Sept 8, 2017 15:32:27 GMT -5
Murat Pasha, Acedia, and 1 more like this
Post by Nagato Ishikawa on Sept 8, 2017 15:32:27 GMT -5
21st July 1974 - West Rukongai: District 3 - Hokutan - Mt. Koifushi
The clang of metal rang out amongst the trees of Mount Koifushi as blade met blade. Nagato was thrown back and ducked swiftly as he skipped away from his opponent’s attacks. Unable to get into range to use his dagger he desperately threw a hook kick out at his target’s head, it failed and the counter attack almost caught him. A flicker and the sound of air rushing by accompanied a desperate flash step to the left as he narrowly avoided the glimmering weapon of his opponent.
The Sixth Division Unseated Officer was breathing heavily as he took a moment to catch his breath having put distance between himself and his target, his opponent and his friend. A faint smile caught on Nagato’s lips. He was enjoying himself immensely. Not so long ago when wandering the alleys of the the man had been an unrivaled knife fighter. He’d thought himself the peak of the food chain, no one had been able to stand against him. Even if the six years at the academy had not taught him other the past four years since his graduation certainly had done so. A fighter at his core, despite his preference for the law enforcement role of the Sixth over the front line soldiery of the Fifth, Nagato had spent his years cornering all sorts of Soul Reapers for fighting. However the problem was so many had mastered the sword and, well, for good reason. Most Zanpakutō where swords.
Nagato twirled the knife in his hand. It was a good blade, he’d borrowed it from his division’s quartermaster for this particular training session. His own Zanpakutō, still a Asauchi, was lying off to the side against a tree. This session was for training with combat knives and daggers, there lay the issue. Nagato struggled to find fellow Soul Reapers who studied such weaponry. Many considered the smaller weapons to be unmanly, a moronic idea… how the hell was killing someone with 24 inches of steel any manlier than killing someone with a 6 inch knife? How was it any less honourable? Such accusations often put Nagato on edge and left him feeling pissed off at whoever uttered it.
Regardless over a year ago he’d managed to find such an individual. A veteran of the First Division, the last division he’d thought to find such a master, in the unlikeliest of places. The Records Office.
Glancing over at the other man he saw, to his annoyance, that his friend was having a much easier time of things. The man was Nagato’s superior in more ways than just fighting. He had been a soldier of the Gotei 6 since the late 30’s. He’s seen more action than Nagato could even imagine and his skills proved it. He was restricting himself to knife fighting only for the sake of their training but if he’d started breaking out the Kidō too then Nagato knew he’d be in much worst trouble.
To the casual glance the other man was much less imposing than Nagato himself, he stood at a measly height for a man being only around 165 cm at most. Yet the younger Soul Reaper was fully aware that this meant little, the other man was in perfect fighting shape even beyond what Nagato had managed despite his utter dedication to the martial arts and physical training. Then there was his spiritual power which eclipsed Nagato’s own.
“Getting tired old man?” Nagato quipped despite his breathlessness. “If you ask nicely I might slow down for you.”
He feigned as much confidence as was possible ignoring not only his own exhaustion but the agony he was feeling. He’d yet to feel the kiss of the other man’s weapon, although the tears of his uniform attested to how close it was but he’d received a fair number of kicks, punches and various other strikes that he’d failed to block.
“Come on Pasha what’s wrong? You’re slowing down.” he shouted at Murat with a chuckle despite himself. He really was having fun.
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WC: 681
Total WC: 681
The clang of metal rang out amongst the trees of Mount Koifushi as blade met blade. Nagato was thrown back and ducked swiftly as he skipped away from his opponent’s attacks. Unable to get into range to use his dagger he desperately threw a hook kick out at his target’s head, it failed and the counter attack almost caught him. A flicker and the sound of air rushing by accompanied a desperate flash step to the left as he narrowly avoided the glimmering weapon of his opponent.
The Sixth Division Unseated Officer was breathing heavily as he took a moment to catch his breath having put distance between himself and his target, his opponent and his friend. A faint smile caught on Nagato’s lips. He was enjoying himself immensely. Not so long ago when wandering the alleys of the the man had been an unrivaled knife fighter. He’d thought himself the peak of the food chain, no one had been able to stand against him. Even if the six years at the academy had not taught him other the past four years since his graduation certainly had done so. A fighter at his core, despite his preference for the law enforcement role of the Sixth over the front line soldiery of the Fifth, Nagato had spent his years cornering all sorts of Soul Reapers for fighting. However the problem was so many had mastered the sword and, well, for good reason. Most Zanpakutō where swords.
Nagato twirled the knife in his hand. It was a good blade, he’d borrowed it from his division’s quartermaster for this particular training session. His own Zanpakutō, still a Asauchi, was lying off to the side against a tree. This session was for training with combat knives and daggers, there lay the issue. Nagato struggled to find fellow Soul Reapers who studied such weaponry. Many considered the smaller weapons to be unmanly, a moronic idea… how the hell was killing someone with 24 inches of steel any manlier than killing someone with a 6 inch knife? How was it any less honourable? Such accusations often put Nagato on edge and left him feeling pissed off at whoever uttered it.
Regardless over a year ago he’d managed to find such an individual. A veteran of the First Division, the last division he’d thought to find such a master, in the unlikeliest of places. The Records Office.
Glancing over at the other man he saw, to his annoyance, that his friend was having a much easier time of things. The man was Nagato’s superior in more ways than just fighting. He had been a soldier of the Gotei 6 since the late 30’s. He’s seen more action than Nagato could even imagine and his skills proved it. He was restricting himself to knife fighting only for the sake of their training but if he’d started breaking out the Kidō too then Nagato knew he’d be in much worst trouble.
To the casual glance the other man was much less imposing than Nagato himself, he stood at a measly height for a man being only around 165 cm at most. Yet the younger Soul Reaper was fully aware that this meant little, the other man was in perfect fighting shape even beyond what Nagato had managed despite his utter dedication to the martial arts and physical training. Then there was his spiritual power which eclipsed Nagato’s own.
“Getting tired old man?” Nagato quipped despite his breathlessness. “If you ask nicely I might slow down for you.”
He feigned as much confidence as was possible ignoring not only his own exhaustion but the agony he was feeling. He’d yet to feel the kiss of the other man’s weapon, although the tears of his uniform attested to how close it was but he’d received a fair number of kicks, punches and various other strikes that he’d failed to block.
“Come on Pasha what’s wrong? You’re slowing down.” he shouted at Murat with a chuckle despite himself. He really was having fun.
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WC: 681
Total WC: 681