copy from Shingu forum: [CRP]Koga-ryu

[Hikari]

The man stood in the family's dojo. He had lived in his family's home since his birth. He had rarely travelled outside of Shingu, the only time being to fight for the clan many years ago on one of the many tasks given to them. In his later years he had been wounded by an archer. He lost his left eye because of this. After that Atsuki decided to settle down in the family's household and spend the remainder of his years teaching the next generation.

Hayato-san! Hayato-san! Get in here and practice! You are already late! Where is that god damn brother of yours! He is never here on time that lazy good for nothing...

Atsuki's voice trailed off as he muttered some obsenities. Atsuki swung his sword in a repetative motion...practising.

Mochizuki Hayato: 20 years old, tall with a mahogany tint to his hair and a finely featured face.The oldest son of Mochizuki Harutaka, head of the Koga clan. Already known for his strength and skill, still he must train like any other young man.

Hayato heard the old man's voice shouting out from the dojo and hurried his steps, being late was only fun untill you actually got there...He watches the swinging sword as he removed his shoes and bowed waiting for sensei to speak.

Atsuki turned to face his nephew. He looked at him bow whilst still swinging his sword. As his nephew moved in closer he swung his sword and watched it connect with the boys head.

Why are you late Hayato! When I tell you that you need to train you better well listen to me! Your brother may be a good for nothing but you are certainly his better! Remember...once your father dies you will lead this clan! You cannot afford to slack!

Atsuki threw him the wooden katana and went to fetch another one...not looking to see if his nephew was okay.

Hayato caught the katana with one hand while the other felt the burning side of his head. Itaiii...the old man is extra grouchy today, he thought but spoke aloud instead: "Hai! I will remember, Sensei." He swung to his feet and readied for practice, raising his weapon in different poses while keeping an eye on sensei so as not to get caught off guard, meanwhile wondering what on earth otouto* was up to.



*little brother

Atsuki got his wooden katana and turned to face his nephew. He had jumped off of the ground and was now preapring for combat. Atsuki had past his prime many years ago yet he knew he was still a match for his nephew. He was a good fighter...he just seemed to let his mind wander to other things. He saw it in his face and then began to attack.

Hayato-san! focus! Focus only on your attacker if you ever want to live!

Atsuki lunged at his nephew.

Hayato blinked for a momment and next thing he knew sensei's katana was whistling toward him.
"Hayato-san! focus! Focus only on your attacker if you ever want to live!"
Focus...He inhaled through his nose and managed to just block the first strike. Moving his feet like a dancer he traded blows with Atsuki ojisan. He was faster than sensei by a little but the old man was more accurate and his hits hurt pretty bad: enough motivation to avoid them. Hayato gripped his mind trying to keep everyhing else pushed out.

Atsuki was exchanging blows with his nephew. strike after strike was blocked by the student yet Atsuki did not let up. He was as fierce as he has been in his younger days. His swings were weaker but experience gave him the upper hand. In this struggle time seemed to pass along. As he fought the years fell off of him till he was young again and fighting fit. He smiled at his nephew.

Thats it! Yes, more like that! straighten your back a bit more! Never look away from either your opponent or his weapon. Yes! Better! this may even save you from cleaning up the dojo for being late!

[Hikari]

meanwhile...

Atsushi sat atop a roof near the shrine to the east of the town. He looked out across the town. He was bored...where was ani-chan...probably with oji-sensei.

Atsushi let himself back, his topless back genty pressed against the tiles. His countless scars pressed into his body and the skin seemed even darker in the sun. He held his twin daggers in his hands spinning them around and around between his fingers. He fiddled with the daggers for awhile and then grew bored of them aswell. He slid them back into their belt wrappings around his waist. He looked up at the sky...

Argh...the oji-sensei wants me to train...like I need to...he knows nothing. Ani-chan is probably there though..I wonder where onee-chan is...hmmm..what to do...

Atsushi got up and jumped down off from the roof and onto the street below..he walked away.

Hayato was sweating well now and thoroughly enjoying himself. Though trained in many ninja arts, fighting with a sword was still his favorite. The great lords and their samurai thought themselves superior in the arts of war but what did they know, covering themselves in armor to hack at each other and frightening poor farmers with their long blades. The real fights were close, hot, and silent - and with no rules but to survive and win. The fight of a shinobi, a weapon in the form of a man.
Wooden swords clashed and locked and Hayato swung his leg around in a middle kick when a shout and loud footsteps on the wooden walkway jarred his attention and he slid his eyes to the door.

Atsuki withdrew his attack as he heard the shout. He saw his nephew did the same thing by moving his attention away from him. Atsuki tapped his nephew on the shoulder and flicked his head in the direction of the door, placing his finger to his lips gestering to be silent. He slowly walked towards the door and moved to open it, sword in hand to strike down any enemy that appeared before him.