Post by Sakurai Shiba on Nov 23, 2011 15:19:55 GMT
Sakurai stood in the Gedoushu's garden, swinging Kyorumaru as HyperShinkenKuroKaen, perfecting his control over it. His stuns would only last moments now due to the pure power of this blade, but he needed to eradicate all pauses, all control the blade had over him.
Juzo watched him from a tree, standing beside it. Dayu had watched for a bit, but had grown bored, and Shitari hadn't cared. Swing, slash, parry, thrust; wielding the blade properly, instead of his usual pointdown left handed style. He threw it, changing to that style as he continued.
Stun. No... It didn't happen that time.
He kept going until he should have been stunned, but nothing. He threw it back to proper grip and kept going, but nothing.
"You have mastered it, I would say," Akumaro stated as he emerged from the trees, "Very good work, Sakurai."
Sakurai flipped the blade into his left hand, keeping the tip down, "Thank you, Akumaro."
"Now you can use that blade on that sister of yours," Shitari commented, emerging somewhere behind him, "Then the clan is yours, and we get one less Shinkenger to deal with."
Sakurai said nothing. Kyorumaru shot back, impaling Shitari before he could act. Juzo was already rushing him, transforming and drawing his blade. Sakurai drew his Shinkenmaru and slashed it up to parry as Shitari was torn apart, the nature of the location stopping Shitari's second life.
Akumaro appeared behind Sakurai, holding his claws around the Shinkenger's neck, "You show your true colors."
"Kyorumaru was meant for you. Shitari just annoyed me; angered me," he said calmly.
"Oh Sakurai-kun...what am I going to do with you?" he asked, throwing Sakurai aside, his transformation coming undone. He lifted his claw up and pointed a finger at Sakurai. The Shiba fell to his knees, his forehead burning with a dark emblem. When the burning ended, an eye was there, tattooed to his forehead.
"Hell's Eye," Akumaro said, "Now, go and do my bidding, my puppet."
Sakurai rose, no longer in control. He vanished from the place, appearing on Earth, secluded a mountain near to the Shiba household; only a handful of miles away. He drew his ShodoPhone and began to draw a series of kanji.
"Hell"
"Darkness"
"Earth"
Dark clouds swirled around this area, covering Sakurai and his work with his dark Mojikara. He was nothing more than Akumaro's puppet now. If he lived or died, it didn't matter. But if it worked, he would plunge the world to hell.
Juzo watched him from a tree, standing beside it. Dayu had watched for a bit, but had grown bored, and Shitari hadn't cared. Swing, slash, parry, thrust; wielding the blade properly, instead of his usual pointdown left handed style. He threw it, changing to that style as he continued.
Stun. No... It didn't happen that time.
He kept going until he should have been stunned, but nothing. He threw it back to proper grip and kept going, but nothing.
"You have mastered it, I would say," Akumaro stated as he emerged from the trees, "Very good work, Sakurai."
Sakurai flipped the blade into his left hand, keeping the tip down, "Thank you, Akumaro."
"Now you can use that blade on that sister of yours," Shitari commented, emerging somewhere behind him, "Then the clan is yours, and we get one less Shinkenger to deal with."
Sakurai said nothing. Kyorumaru shot back, impaling Shitari before he could act. Juzo was already rushing him, transforming and drawing his blade. Sakurai drew his Shinkenmaru and slashed it up to parry as Shitari was torn apart, the nature of the location stopping Shitari's second life.
Akumaro appeared behind Sakurai, holding his claws around the Shinkenger's neck, "You show your true colors."
"Kyorumaru was meant for you. Shitari just annoyed me; angered me," he said calmly.
"Oh Sakurai-kun...what am I going to do with you?" he asked, throwing Sakurai aside, his transformation coming undone. He lifted his claw up and pointed a finger at Sakurai. The Shiba fell to his knees, his forehead burning with a dark emblem. When the burning ended, an eye was there, tattooed to his forehead.
"Hell's Eye," Akumaro said, "Now, go and do my bidding, my puppet."
Sakurai rose, no longer in control. He vanished from the place, appearing on Earth, secluded a mountain near to the Shiba household; only a handful of miles away. He drew his ShodoPhone and began to draw a series of kanji.
"Hell"
"Darkness"
"Earth"
Dark clouds swirled around this area, covering Sakurai and his work with his dark Mojikara. He was nothing more than Akumaro's puppet now. If he lived or died, it didn't matter. But if it worked, he would plunge the world to hell.
