Shimotsuki is a village in the East Blue, home to the Isshin Dojo (一心道場, Isshin Dōjō). It is a kenjutsu school, a school of Japanese swordsmanship. Its owner is Koshiro, who is a skilled swordsman and father of the deceased Kuina.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 7:52 pm
We finally arrive at a small place located in the Shimotsuki village, the Shimada dojo, known for birthing the only masters of archery skills around the entire world. The dojo was only home to one now though, over the years the head master along with his pupils have fallen in combat. Long ago when the Shimada family headed into the grand line... they were never heard from again. The only one left to lead the dojo was a young girl... the daughter of the head master. Her mother had passed not to long ago which made the girl begin to lose faith in her family. Everyone had abandon her at such a young age..but she didn't let that stop her from practicing her archery while holding onto a small faith that her father and brothers would at least return. Year's went by and the young girl had turned into a young woman, she taught archery to young kids these days who sought to become great archer's.
Tsukiyomi was her name, Tsukiyomi Shimada, the last of her clan since everyone had vanished within her family. She honed her skills and became one of the best archers the village had ever seen. Even the master of the Isshin dojo registered her as good as her father was. Nothing ever really got her to leave the village since she wasn't worried about anything else but practicing her archery. Hopefully someone would tell her that traveling she might be able to hone her skills even further. But she still didn't know the truth about her family, and why they really left.
Shimotsuki village it had been a while since she had been back here. It hadn't changed much since her last visit to the village quite a few years back. She had changed quite a bit from back then hadn't she. Besides getting some bigger 'assets' her innocent young self had been long since gone. Only a fraction of her sanity had survived the adventure she had gone through...still this place felt soothing. The sound of wooden swords hitting trees, people yelling with each swing, and the whizzing of arrows. Wait there was no whizzing of arrows. Her hand reaching to the side of her waist she realized her sword wasn't there. Oh yeah she had lost in her previous mission. God damn pirates decided to grab her weapon and throw it off she had made sure they had paid for that. While their dull and brutish weapons weren't all too great for actual swordsmanship they were excellent at making people bleed. She took greater pleasure in harming them. Walking through the village a few eyes would spot the doctor a few of those people gave her odd looks. Well maybe she was odd, wearing her doctor outfit in a village that trains people to be masters in weaponry be that archery or swordsmanship. While she may have been mastering the latter she always had a small interest in archery. It took skill to shoot an arrow and actually hit your target she knew that much. Stopping in front of the dojo Aiko stood there motionless unsure what her next actions should be. Waiting and listening to any sound that may come from the dojo, there was only the sound of one person. What were they doing? She was uncertain but when she had been here in her younger years the place was normally packed to take lessons from the master of archery. Slipping her shoes off she grabbed them before making her way inside the dojo. No reason to ruin the the floor with scuff marks, the place was built by master carpenters and would naturally last a good hundred years or so before showing signs of age. "Does anyone reside in this dojo?" Aiko called out raising her voice slightly. What was the point of asking she knew there was someone inside well there was no reason for the one inside to know that she knew they were inside.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 5:48 am
While making her tea, she noticed that someone was approaching the dojo, nobody ever really knew how she could tell..but maybe it was just some weird disturbance in the air or something? Setting down her tea, she left her bow near the table inside the dining room area as he followed the halls to the front gate of the dojo. Tsukiyomi found herself staring at something rather strange. A woman dressed like a doctor...but...the outfit was a little...atrocious? Tsukiyomi would bow while her arms were within her robes, "Welcome, to the Shimada school of archery. What maybe i help you with today?" Normally Suki wouldn't ask something like this to those that walked into the dojo since anyone that came here sought to learn archery..but why would a doctor be here? Unless this girl was just playing dress up? It was a shame she left her bow in the dining room but at least she always kept a arrow up her sleeve at all times just in case she needed some kind of weapon.
The sound of someone walking over had Aiko reach into her little satchel, that held a few syringes, instinctively. The place had never really had fighting with others unless it was training but things could have changed over the years. However when a young looking woman, with brown smooth hair, and wore a kimono appeared giving a bow Aiko would move her hand to the side. Bowing alongside the archer before standing straight again and giving her a soft smile. She had completely forgottten how much she missed the village and it's more traditional greeting. It was a nice change from what she normally dealt with, pirates didn't exactly bow to you before fighting. "Name is Aiko Morana I used to live in this village a while back." It wasn't a while it had been a good ten years since she had left, "I have been just....reminiscing of old times. Looked around the village. This dojo seems to be the only one that seems somewhat empty so was curious. Has anything happen to the dojo?" Had there been a falling out with the village and this dojo, or perhaps they had died one after another, while this option wasn't likely she couldn't rule out that they gave up archery for a more efficient range weapon. Guns have been something she saw a lot of it made otherwise weak people be deadly. No matter how strong you were one couldn't very much dodge bullets with ease a sense they would a arrow. None of this she would mention to the woman standing before it would be rude. After standing still for what would be their introduction Aiko walked around the room inspecting the place to see if she would get any clues if what happened to the place, she could wait for the woman to simply answer her but it was a lot more fun finding things out yourself. With a some inspection Aiko would find out that either the woman are someone that was gone at the moment was taking care of the dojo. Even if the wood wouldn't fall apart dust will start to gather over unused parts however it still looked new and clean.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 9:17 pm
"lived here? I don't seem to recognize you at all..I'm Tsukiyomi Shimada.." for now she avoided the strange confrontstion since about twenty kids started to run in past the woman. All of her students began to come in for the day to study and practice archery..so any kind of violence wouldn't be please at this point. "Please come in.." she bowed before turning away from the girl Aiko and leading her further in the dojo. Making there way into the grand hall, Aiko asked a question,, which was was weird since Suki wasn't sure where she would have got that idea. "It was only empty because the students hadn't arrived just yet...as you can see, the dojo is fine....why do you ask?" Tsukiyomi questioned. This woman was rather off, and the children started to look at her funny as they scatter about in the grand hall. Tsukiyomi didn't have her bow but something was off about this woman..or maybe Tsukiyomi just had trust issues..but she was more of the type to shoot first and ask questions later..but no violence in front of the kids..for a woman like this to randomly show up..what was she really doing here?
"Hm it was a long time ago." Aiko gave a soft, friendly smile that was kind of blocked with her medicine mask. "I never came to the archery dojo. Was kept busy with swordsmanship and medicine" Aiko looked behind her to see the large amount of children heading in to the dojo. They all seemed so happy and full of life, hm that would change later in their life. A change of schedule that should have been expected. It just so happen that the dojo for swordsman had the same schedule so she had just assumed the same for this dojo. There was apparently a new master as well so she should have expected the change in schedule. Well it was nice to know that the place wasn't dead anyways. When allowed inside Aiko bowed once again, "Thanks for allowing me in" Deciding to follow the woman she was little curious about how good this woman actually was in archery. When asked about why she thought the dojo had not been fine Aiko blushed a bit and put her hand over her head rubbing the back of it. "Well to be honest. I thought that archery would be taken up less. With guns being the better ranged weapon" Aiko gasped before saying. "Sorry didn't mean any disrespect" She was acting more different than normally. It was probably the nostalgia of being back home she felt more peaceful, this shouldn't be happening. She shouldn't be getting comfortable since letting your guard down is how people often get killed. One of the little kids would walk up to Tsukiyomi. A brown haired, chubby little boy softly tugged her kimono. "Sensei who is this woman with the doctor mask?" The little kid asked curiously. Aiko may present herself with a murderous aura but her actions and actual thoughts were nothing but non-violent while on this island. Even giving the little boy who asked a friendly wave.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 10:33 pm
"Well that understandable, Swordsmen ship is taught to many but only mastered by few" she replied. Even though she was speaking the truth that wasn't something that needed to be said. She allowed her arms to relax insider her robes. She gazed around at all the kids making sure everyone was here, she was able to tell who they were by the way they walked, talked, and even the certain smell, simple tricks of being raised by this family. A lot of archer's were also hunters, this was a great way to train in the art of archery. "I've dealt with enough gun in my time, i find them quite....boring.." she would say. "The art of archery isn't taken up often since the appearance of guns..". Before she could say anything further, a student by the name Toji started pulling on her Kimono. Looking down to her side she heard the question and looked back towards the woman. Completely unsure to why this woman was really hear, Tsukiyomi wasn't going to question it for now since kids were here. She just found it weird that she would randomly just appear at the dojo...this never happened before..."she's a guest of the dojo. She will be spectating today's lessons so everyone better do their best." she said looking around at all the other students. They all looked at Sensei and started to dart towards the training room to get ready for lessons. "If you would like to join us, please follow me" she turned and began to walk towards the training area. This room was located in the center of the dojo and then next door was the outside shooting range that was used after lessons for more practice.
"Indeed it is. The village helped me with the fundamentals of swordsmanship even some more advance techniques but there were some places out there with different techniques. All having their own strength and weaknesses" While she wouldn't go as far as say she enjoyed her own adventure it was an interesting one. Plus it help her discover her talent in medicine to be more precise the act of surgery. A sword digging in to flesh was a lot easier when you knew what part of the body you need to dig the sword in. When she mentioned how guns were just boring and that archery was no longer as popular as it once was. Aiko gave a small nod agreeing with her with pretty much everything. When the little kid brought up her tagging along Aiko had a friendly smile and wave at the kid. No real reason to smile when she had her face covered with a doctor's mask expect for the expression that may have shown. Of course she doubt the kid was paying much attention to small subtle changes in someone's facial expression nor their body language. When the offer of joining them was given Aiko would tap at her eye patch. "Ever since I lost my eye I think range weapons have become ineffective for me. I don't mind watching you....of course that's probably what you meant all along" Aiko would say putting her hands behind her back and just following along with the class curious of the woman's archer skills.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 8:57 am
With the entire class making there way into the training hall, All of the students realized that there was a guest so they wanted teacher to perform the miracle shot. All of the kids started to look at the teacher with puppy like eyes, she stared back with fire in her eyes. All of the kids backed away and went about getting there bow's and arrows ready for class. Tsukiyomi picked up a training bow as well and put a quiver on her back that held a few arrows within them. The teacher made her way to the back of the room and opened the sliding doors to show the training area outside. All of the kids were excited and rushed to the yard and sat on the wooden deck as the teacher would make her way down the three steps onto the grass. On this field of grass there were targets for the kids to practice. There was a target in the far right corner of the fields as well as the left. There was also target on a high post that was at least twenty feet high. All of the kids started to cheer and shout while Tsukiyomi drew her bow and pulled out two arrows and placed them on the string. All of the kids fell silent once she aimed her bow high to the sky. She would pull back as much as she could and release the arrows, they soared so high into the sky they became unnoticeable. Drawing one last arrow she aimed forward as if she was going to shoot a target down the field in front of her. "Kids?" she said all of the kids would smile towards Tsukiyomi as they would all chant "My aim is true!" and the arrow was shot. The arrow soared across the field covered in grass, the arrows from above fall down sharp, they were so close to one another that the arrow heads were literally almost touching. The third arrow would strike the arrow heads from the inside points causing the third arrow to cause them to split off from the force and fly across the field in different directions, this also changed the trajectory of the third arrow causing it to fly upwards with great speed. Then all at once, the three arrows would hit targets dead in the center, the two on the far left and right and the one sitting up twenty feet high, perfect hits. The kids all began to clap while Tsukiyomi looked towards the guest of the dojo with a smile. "This is my families archery" she then turned her attention to the kids. "now go practice or you know what happens next" all of the kids quickly got up and ran back inside to practice. They all spoke about the miracle shot, with the boost in there dedication towards archery, hopefully this would drive them to become master archers someday.
Aiko was one to quickly notice the look the students were giving to the teacher. There was no body movement however glow in the woman's eye meant there had been a deeper meaning in the puppy eyes. What exactly that meaning was Aiko had no idea but she would most probably find out if she continued to following the group. Did it have to do with her? She couldn't help but place her hand on her hip, her weapon hidden inside. While she didn't like to harm kids it wasn't something she was completely against, if you allow emotions control you someone will use it against you. Child soldiers wasn't something new or taboo in some countries. Soon they would reach a yard the kids ran out yelling and playing much like most kids would do. A small smile appeared on her face which was quickly covered then removed. Her nail digging slightly in to her hand to stop herself from enjoying herself too much. Aiko knew how the brain worked and she knew if she let herself have fun then she might start feeling homesick when she left again. It happened before and it had almost caused her her life. Suddenly the loud children would quiet down as the woman drew an arrow and shot them to the sky. What was she doing? Aiko couldn't really see where the arrows had gone it was a little worrying but no matter the woman seemed confident seeing how she yelled that her aim as true. Seeing the arrow push the two arrows she had shot before into their target was quite impressive. "That was great" Aiko would compliment the archer giving a soft clap. Her reaction was calm and collect, not portray how impressed she actually was from the shot. Turning her head to the exit when suddenly the voices of people where getting louder it seemed like something was happening outside. "Sorry for leaving so soon...but it was nice meeting you. I enjoyed seeing the dojo doing fine" Aiko would give a small bow before heading out from the dojo. Outside seemed that the kids were no longer training and the adults had all come together and started to talk. Walking closer she listen in on their conversation, they were all talking about a Yonko having appeared in Torino Kingdom. How interesting. Of course that meant pirates and marines would go there for glory, there would be bloodshed and fallen marines. Which meant there would be people she could take in without much effort. Turning in marines or pirates was her job it didn't matter if she beat them up or not. Heading to her boat she set sail hoping things went as smoothly as she planned. ((EXIT))
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There was a man, brown hair, skin rather fair yet seemingly a bit darker than normal, his clothing was mostly black wearing a sleevless shirt and some rather nice pants that also had a golden dragon design on it. The man in question walked into the village of the east. He had been around the eastern oceans for a while now. He was a gladiator at one point, he still was technically. He performed, fought, and took down people who come from all around. However that all ended when some a*****e who defeated him decided to do something horrible to him. The brown haired man, hair in a pony tail didn't like it one bit. Since he had left and began searching for this person to get his revenge, maybe even take back what was stolen from him. Following any leads he could think of actually led him to this location. This village specifically. Why this specific village? It was very simple actually...the gladiator did what he did with some rather good swordsman ship. The obvious place to go in search of clues was to the village that was proud of their kenjutsu dojo. Of course it had been a long time since he rested and as such the brown haired male seemed to walk into an inn. The building was unique, it actually reminded him a bit of the places he wanted to live in when he was growing up. Part of the reason he was dressed as he was, simply because he wanted to be from around these parts. Looking around the inn for a moment as he walked in before he was greeted by the female innkeeper. She bowed to him and out of politeness for the time being he bowed back. She asked him what he wanted for the time being. "I want a room for the night." The woman nodded with a smile on her face and began to grab papers from behind the desk. When she gave them to him he would sign them and then ask her a single more question. "Can you point me in the direction of the Dojo when I wake up?" The woman nodded to him once more and waved him off just after she would hand him a small sort of door hanger with the number 14 on it. As he began to head up the stairs she also told him to have a nice stay as was customary for these kinds of places. The brown haired male would make his way to the door with the number 14 on it. Opening the door he would make his way into the room and then begin to look around once more. Taking in the atmosphere, deep breaths, and then a series of stretches as if he was about to get ready to fight...because frankly he was getting ready. Then after a moment the male would lay down in the bed he was given and drift to sleep rather quietly.
The eyes of the male began to slowly open, in view now it was clear that his eyes were practically a blood red color. It was not just from him having just woken up, the irises were a crimson red that was very obviously somewhat unnatural. Even he was unsure of the reasoning behind that and to be honest he did not exactly give two halves of a s**t to know in the first place. He would slowly sit up from his bed and then look around. Nothing seemed out of place, and nothing seemed wrong with him. Something he checked just about every day. Removing his shirt for a moment he would head to the bathroom in order to look into the mirror at his back. It was very clear now, likely part of the reason that he wore a shirt that covered his back...or a shirt at all to be honest. The man had two huge scars on his back, each the exact same length and width, and each vertically aligned almost with his shoulder blades. He growled as he thought back to the moment that he got these scars and then turned away from the mirror. Putting the shirt he had on back on before stretching as he had done last night. Before bed and when waking up was his usual stretching routine. He never knew when he was going to get into anything, or how he was going to get into anything. He couldn't simply stretch right before a fight that was a surprise so it only made sense to stretch whenever he got the chance. Now that that was done and over with however it would simply mean that he could move on to his actual goal when he came here. Taking a deep breath before walking out of the room. Looking around and then heading down the hallway. Walking rather slowly and carefully for some reason as he looked back and forth before finally reaching the stairs and walking down them to the main lobby. When he looked at the desk the girl who had been there before was still there. It was actually likely it was this person's inn as a whole, and she slept somewhere in it at night so she could be up in the mornings. Greeting the woman he reminded her that he needed to be pointed in the direction of the dojo he had been looking for. She nodded, remembering but appreciating that he reminded her. It was fairly easy direction she gave him, pointing out that he'd make some weird turns along the walkways and eventually end up near the dojo. He nodded bowing to thank the woman and then would begin to make his way towards the dojo that he had come to see. Every so often stretching while he was walking, people looked at him weird because he wore clothing that seemed like he belonged here but he very clearly was not from around these parts.
Eventually after a little bit of walking, the brown haired and red eyed fair skinned male would come up to the dojo in question. Looking the dojo up and down, people outside were training and he could hear inside the sounds of training as well. It seemed like this place was very serious about their training and the like. As he walked into the dojo he was greeted by an old man who seemed to very clearly be the instructor of the dojo by the way he carried himself as he spoke. He asked if the brown haired male was here for lessons. The male would simply shake his head and then speak up. Informing him of the actual reason behind his visit to the dojo. "I'm here investigating something, there was a gladiator a couple years back that used a swordstyle you teach here at the dojo in a fight against me. I was wondering if you might have any leads to get me going in the right direction to fi-" before even finishing his sentence he was cut off by the old man who seemed to be angry at the moment. 'No, No clue, and even if I had a clue I wouldn't divulge the information of my pupils to someone who obviously is looking for them for mali-' Akin to what the old man had done, he brown haired male disrupted the man's sentence by throwing a punch right into one of the wooden support beams that was nearby. Or to be very specific it was actually more like through the support beam nearby. It was actually quite a feat, the beams were solid wood and pretty thick. The male's arm went straight through it and it seemed he did not feel much in regards to pain because of such a thing either. The brown haired male would speak again, gripping a portion of the beam and lifting it to rip it off the ground. The old man was very clearly on guard now, hand on a blade at his side and ready to strike at any moment now. "Where, Is, He, Old, Man." The brown haired male spoke, loudly in fact. Loud enough to halt the training in a nearby room. Holding half a support beam from the building in his hand he seemed very ready to begin doing damage to things and rather quickly. The old man hesitated for a moment, and then drew the blade from his side. 'I will keep my pupil's location til I die.' The brown haired male was by no means pleased with those words. Of all things he wanted information not to up and murder this old man. Seemingly the training children, and less experienced swordsmen of the dojo left. The brown haired male was currently surrounded by a couple swordsmen. His crimson red eyes glowing as the old man would soon ask for the name of the male in question. The red eyed stare settled on the man.
"I have no name." And with that, the brown haired male threw the half a support beam directly at the old man. The others began to close in on the male, and the old man would stand still and slice the beam in half with his blade. However throwing that beam was by no means where this man stopped. This unnamed person who seemed to want to get information on a supposed pupil of this dojo rushed forwards. By the time the old man had cut through the beam the male was already in his face. His hand raising up and then coming down, smacking the old man's blade into the ground. His leg coming up, practically seemed like the male was flying through the air. His knee smashed into the old man's chin and then pushed him down into the ground with the moment and body weight. From there the unnamed man began to pummel the old man, some of the swordsmen watched in panic, others already ran, but two began to move towards the man who was beating their master to a bloody pulp. However they were met with the raising of the male's arms. Gauntlets on his wrists blocking the blades from proceeding any farther, and definitely not into skin. Rotating his hand in order to practically pull the swords from the grip of these swordsmen the brown haired male would lift one of them up, throwing them into the other one and seemingly hard enough to send them through a couple of the support beams and through a wall. The brown haired male was sick of this dojo at this point, sick of this village too. He came he for nothing? Literally nothing, the old man that wouldn't talk, and a dead end on his lead to the person who stole something from him. The frustrated male noticed anyone he hadn't been beating up had already left, likely going to evacuate the village or something similar to something like that. As such the male would begin to go through the dojo, smashing his hands and legs through every support beam until eventually the building began to collapse on itself. The support beams obviously being what held the building up. This angry red eyed male seemed more and more angry as every moment passed by. Even as the building was falling down, falling on him in fact he seemed angry. Eventually the dojo completely collapsed. The red eyed male who destroyed it currently lost in the rubble of the dojo. For a moment one might think he had killed himself, however that was not the case. He brought his arm out of the rubble, standing seemingly unphased by the building falling on him as he would look. He seemed even angrier, probably from having a building falling on him as he began to walk towards the rest of the village. He was going to tear this whole village down along with his hopes of catching that a*****e.
The brown haired male with crimson red eyes would begin to move through the town. As he walked along through panic of people running about screaming for their lives like they were all dying or something of the sort every so often he would grab large objects, either portions of building or something akin to that. Sometimes even people who dared run up and try to attack them. Then throw the object or living being through the buildings he went by as well. He didn't feel it was necessary to walk into each and every building if he could just destroy them all from the outside. His head tilting to the side, hid neck cracking a bit, his hands coming together for a moment and cracking his knuckled before resuming his spree of destruction he was raining down upon this village. The rage and anger he felt at the time overwhelmed the man's sense of logic, as building fell around him and people ran about trying to escape the destruction and other ran about trying to help quell it the brown haired male simply...smiled. It was clear he got some sort of enjoyment from such a thing, despite being clearly angry still, still destroying building after building that he was passing by. Taking out attacker after attacker as they ran up to him knocking them aside as if they were some sorts of grayed out side characters only there to assure people that the main characters were not the only things that existed in the universe. The brown haired male enjoyed destruction, although it would probably have been better if it was a fight instead of total carnage as he was doing. There was no fight back for real, he was simply destroying the buildings, and beating anyone who dared attempt to oppose his current endeavor. There was no end in sight for this destruction of this village. The brown haired man's smile turned into the look he carried with him the majority of the time. He was now bored once again. With a majority of the village...no all except one building was destroyed at this point. The inn he had stayed in. The brown haired male would walk up to it. Anyone who had opposed him was already dead, or seriously injured, and the civilians all got out of the village already, there was just one last building to take care of. Entering it the woman who had been there before seemed to still be there. Scared obviously. very frightened in fact. The brown haired male did appreciate her assistance earlier in the day. He would grab her, hoisting her over his should then walk by some of the support beams, swinging arms and legs through the beams until the building began to shake. Signifying that the building was going to come down. With that the village was destroyed, and he had a hostage. The male figured a marine might show up. So he'd wait sitting on the rubble.
The man holding his hostage was sitting on the rubble of the town. There was not much else he could do right now, the girl, the innkeeper seemed to at least not be struggling too much, or at all. For the most part she was simply quiet and sitting there with him in the rubble. She even asked his name to which he would reply "I have no name." Before going quiet again. Why did he even decide to wait around the destroyed village in the first place? He wanted to fight something, someone worth while. He needed to drop this anger he had built up somewhere and the responding marine if there was one. Hopefully one would show up cause it would be very disappointing for him to sit here for some time and end up without a fight and just wasting more of his time. After all he still needed to find that gladiator that took something from him and gave him his scars. Smacking the rubble below him causing a bit of the ruined inn to fall a bit farther down he yawned. Laying back on the rough rubble and beginning to relax. As it seemed the girl was still patient and quiet. She seemed rather use to this to be honest, or maybe she was simply not really caring much for this. Her village was just completely annihilated and she was the only one left standing in it that hadn't left. And she was sitting right next to the person who destroyed her village. He also seemed almost as if he didn't give a s**t that he just ripped down a whole village. Seemed like it was nothing in the grand scheme of things, and to be honest that was exactly how he felt about it. Ripping down this village was nothing in the grand scheme of things to him. This village was just collateral damage, a stepping stone in the wake of the destruction he intended on leaving as he made his way towards that gladiator that gave him his scars and took something important from him. It was actually frustrating still. Waiting was frustrating, searching was frustrating, he honestly needed something to drink. He would begin to search through the rubble of the whole village. "You, stay close." He said to the woman who did exactly as she was told. He and she began searching the rubble for bottles of wine of any sort. Of course having her made the process a lot quicker. She knew where the tavern was in terms of the previous build of the village, and thus she knew where to look. She found two broken bottles and one seemingly full unopened, and unbroken bottle of some very expensive wine. Jackpot. Snatching the bottle from her he quickly popped the cork and began to drink the wine. Passing it to the woman to offer her a drink as they sat in the rubble, the ruins of her destroyed village now.
Pirate Log
Solo Word Count: 3000 // Solo EXP Gain: 15,000 Interaction Word Count: 000 // Interaction EXP Gain: 0000 Destruction Campaign: 3000/2500, Destruction Complete
After quite some time of waiting, the unnamed gladiator sighed. At this point it was very clear no one was going to show up anytime soon and he wasted even more of his precious time waiting for a fight that was never going to show up in the first place apparently. Despite this frustrating him even more than normal he seemed to calm down quickly. Unlike before he did not go on a spree of destruction...simply because it wasn't necessary this time. There was nothing around to destroy at the moment...simply no need to go all the way to another village or island to simply destroy the thing because he was angry. Thus there was no need for the anger, he looked towards the distressed woman, the so called hostage he had and then brought his hand up to his chin. Pushing his chin to the side, causing his head to turn, which in turn caused his neck to make a loud popping noise as he cracked it he sighed once more. "You, I'll find you people to begin rebuilding your village. I will be considered the controller of the rebuilt Shimotsuki Village until further notice, understand?" He questioned the woman, who shook her head in understanding. "You specifically, make sure you keep tabs on -everything- that happens in the new village. Got it?" She shook her head once more, then stood up from where she was sitting. The brown haired destroyer looked at her for a moment and then nodded. "Start clearing the debris, I will return shortly. I recommend not leaving as you will not be a fan of what will happen in the event you decide to leave." The girl looked towards him and then spoke herself. 'If I intended on trying to leave don't you think I would have already. I get it you're threatening me, it's getting a bit excessive now.' She then immediately went to moving the debris from the man's destruction out of the way, essentially trying to form a pile of it somewhere around the streets of the village as opposed to letting the piles of debris sit at the base of where the buildings once were. Of course this was simply because it would be easier to rebuild without debris sitting where the buildings needed to be sitting. The brown haired man looked towards her for a moment and nodded. There was no reason to bother her anymore, it seemed as though she was cooperative with him and the situation at this point. She would likely be a valuable asset to his rule of this village. Now he just needed to go find the villagers that had run from the village and get them back so that they may once more begin working on it. Holding the bottle of expensive wine in hand still he would drink the last of what was in it before taking a deep breath. Then he would quickly make his way out of the village, searching.
Of course, as he was leaving the village he was going to be moving some of the debris himself, doing what the woman was doing and picking stuff up as he walked through it and tossing it into the streets. Sometimes he'd even just kick a whole pile of debris off to the side and have it end up in the street as opposed to at the base of what was once buildings. Moving along he finally reached the edge of the village, the direction most of them had run was this direction specifically. He only knew because the direction he was coming from was the opposite. Why would anyone run towards the person destroying their village? Of course aside from to try and defend it. The brown haired male turned once more looking towards the destruction he caused for a little bit of a reason, then sighed again. It once more brought him back to the fact that he came here for answers, then did not get him. Destroyed the village in hopes of getting someone...anyone to truly fight...and didn't get that either. It was an unfortunate event at this point and he simply sighed about it. It wasn't a big deal, but at the very least he would gather the rest of the villagers and inform them that he was done with the destruction of this place and that they could return and begin to fix their village. However he also would have to tell them that he was going to be their new ruler. They had not much in terms of options of the situation, honestly in his mind they did not have any options at all. They were going to be part of the village once more, and they would deal with it. The brown haired male continued on searching for the hiding villagers. He honestly expected it to be something of a difficult task to accomplish. He wasn't sure exactly but he did have a way to find those that were hiding well enough. Of course however he was going to find some people hiding.
Of course the moment he thinks about it, he notices a small group of people that seem almost camped out rather close to the village. It was almost as if they never even left the village to be honest. As he approached this small group there was clear panic among the group. However they did not move from their spot, in fact they seemed to inch closer to the village as opposed to away from it. The brown haired male seemed a bit intrigued by this. In fact he was quite surprised. "Why didn't you go farther away?" He asked. The people still mostly panicked however one of them, an elderly fellow however seemed a bit calmer. He seemed a bit more aware of the world and the situation and as such knew that if the brown haired male intended to harm them at this moment they would likely not be alive or at least not conscious right now. The elderly man would speak to the brown haired male standing before him. 'We intended on returning once you left, obviously we need to renovate our village due to your destruction of it. Most of us did not want to go far from our village. It is our home destroyed or not' With those words in mind the brown haired male nodded. "Loyal, and honorable reason I can appreciate. Although I myself am not too honorable of a man but little do I care for such a thing as honor. None the less, I am quite surprised, I find you reason despite what I just said to be ridiculous. Anyways, I did not come out here to tell you this obviously. You are to return to your village and assist the female innkeeper in clearing the debris and then begin repairing your village. The village will be under my claim from this point forwards. If you do not like this then you may leave...AFTER my village is repaired. Until then you, and anyone else I find will be fixing it. Understand?" The group seemed to look between each other for a moment, however the old man seemed to immediately head back into the village. He didn't speak a word as he likely began to work more than likely. With the old man doing that, the rest of the group seemed to follow suit. It was almost like the old man was their leader right now. They didn't exactly have anywhere else to go anyways, but none the less they were now going to be part of the brown haired male's village. With this done the male would take a moment. He seemed a lot more calm now, that was pretty easy so it was a change of pace from what was going on before. Things weren't going his way but at this point they seemed rather fine. Although with how that group followed that old man there was a bit of room for uprising of some sort. He would likely have to deal with that eventually however for the time being he would be fine. He now had to move on, finding more people to help.
As he moved along there was plenty people who were capable of assisting that he managed to easily find as he moved on along the sort of path he managed to figure out. A lot of the villagers were pretty bad at hiding, there wasn't much in terms of good hiding spots anyways however. So getting them and telling them to return and help was rather easy. However it seemed almost like at this point there was no longer anyone else. Only seemed like it though, the brown haired male was well aware there were likely those who were indeed capable of hiding properly. Closing his eyes he would focus on his mind, using the energy that his body had, the spirit he had, using his haki in order to sense for a moment. Although it was only five feet, it seemed to be enough. From the area he was in it seemed there were two people hiding rather well to his left. Moving in that direction he looked around before thinking. He didn't know the exact but they were just on the edge of the range of his haki. He couldn't find them however. It was actually quite awkward for him. He never really had this issue before. It was then that he noticed the breathing nearby, the tree was breathing as was a rock. He would reach his hand out and grab the two. Pulling them off and low and behold nigh perfect disguises. The two seemed to be twins, and he smiled at them. "You two, are going to return to the village and help with rebuilding it under my command, and then you both will have a job that puts your skills to the best of their abilities. Understand." Then both nodded frantically and hurried back to the village. He figured this was enough for the time being. Then began to make his way back to the village. Eventually returning he noticed a lot of people were working. He seemed to make it back just before the twins he had sent back made it there. They had stopped to wash their disguises off, Now that he could see them he noticed they were both girls, rather young girls in fact. He wondered how they learned how to make such disguises at such a young age. Must be twin prodigies if he were being honest. Either way, it seemed progress was going quite well. A lot of the building's bases were cleared of debris, and someone had the smarts to begin neatly stacking debris as needed. It was quite a sight, and for a little while the brown haired male would begin to help. Picking out the wood that needed to be cut down due to it being broken, and assisting in cutting it. Eventually the villagers seemed ready to officially begin rebuilding. The brown haired male went to the twins. "What are your names?" He asked them, to which they would respond. 'Aria and Iria Ayatoki.' The brown haired male nodded. "Tell everyone to make their way to the middle of the town." He said to them, they would nod and then do exactly that. A little later all of the villagers who had returned were now in the middle of the town. The inn keeper standing next to him would look about. There was a decent amount of people around. "As you all may be aware, I will be the village's leader or whatever. However I will be going off to find the man who cut off my wings, as well as a new swordsman to teach at the dojo. I will return when I accomplish either option. Until then...follow Suzaya's instructions to a tee." With those words, he left.
Pirate Log
Solo Word Count This Post: 2000 // Total Solo Word Count: 5000 // Solo EXP Gain Total: 25,000 Interaction Word Count: 000 // Interaction EXP Gain: 0000 Territory Claim (Unclaimed Shimotsuki Village): 2000/1875, Claim Complete
Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 11:04 am
This was the place right? Some random guy was terrorizing the place? "I don't see anybody though." The little lizard would hold a confused look on his face as he walked through the village. The place was definitely destroyed, there was no doubt about that. However, it seemed like people were just around rebuilding and trying their hardest to stay calm. Some seemed frantic, as if something had happened that just left him completely frazzled. The tiny chameleon could only imagine how it must have been to be living your life as normal and then be suddenly thrust into a temper tantrum of a wandering psychopath.
"Excuse me." The little lizard would call out to a woman who seemed to be struggling to repair her bar. Her confused look scanned the area around her before finally realizing that Cameron's voice came from below her. Her appearance shifted to that of someone who was poised to run, but the tiny chameleon spoke before she had time to do so. "Don't worry. I'm actually here to help." Cameron would rummage through the side of his shoe to pull out his Marine badge so that he could show her that he was a good guy. "Can you tell me who did this?" The young woman went through a slightly detailed explanation as to who the man was, but the one thing she could never give Cameron was the man's name. The tiny chameleon would just nod as she explained her side of the story. Apparently it was some guy who wanted to get another guy for stealing his wings? Must have been one of those people from that Sky Island place. Cameron shrugged to himself before once again locking his gaze with the woman's. "Do you know where he went?" The woman could only point in the direction this unnamed man went, but with the Blues being so sporadic in island placement, Cameron would not have a great time following that kind of direction. "Well then.. maybe I'll wait here and see if he comes back?" It was the woman's time to shrug as she just turned to continue rebuilding her bar. Cameron himself did not help for the time being. Instead he sat on some rubble and awaited for a return that might never happen.
Just outside the village The Gladiator stood alongside one of his two new companions. Aria standing next to him seemed a bit nervous as she waited. The Gladiator was leaning on a nearby tree, looking towards Aria for a moment. "Your sister is likely fine, do not worry about her. If you're worried about yourself no need I intend on treating you and your village with the utmost of respect so long as you all treat me as a proper leader." He explained to her, which seemed to calm her down a little bit. Not too soon after that Iria had come running back. Breathing a bit heavily from the running as she spoke to The Gladiator soon enough. "Sir, the Conomi Islands are rather close it seems. I know of a village there that might be fitting for you." The brown haired male would look at Iria, raising a hand and patting her lightly on the head. "Good Work, lets return to the village for now. We will set off later." Iria and Aria nodded at this and began to walk ahead of the man. Who stood behind walking a bit slow.
When they arrived in the town, The Gladiator was immediately greeted by Suzuya. "It seems there is a talking chameleon with boots and gloves looking for you." The brown haired male would do as he had done to Iria moments ago, lifting his hand and placing it on Suzaya's head patting it lightly. "Thanks for the information, point me in his direction." He asked. Suzaya didn't seem too pleased about this course of action, in fact she seemed a bit frustrated with the patting. None the less she pointed him in the direction. "He was nearby where the bar was." She said to him, and then immediately went back to working on rebuilding her inn. The man would look towards Aria and Iria. "Aria go ahead and find Wakiya to help him, Iria you stay with me this time." Aria nodded, then went running off through the town to find Wakiya. Iria stayed close behind the brown haired man and they made their way towards where the talking chameleon was supposedly. The bartender was still there, had begun rebuilding her bar with what was necessary to do it, and there was a chameleon, sitting on some left over rubble, waiting.
The man would make his way over, along with Iria, Iria who had white hair, apparently some kind of fox ears, and looked like a normal human child otherwise followed along. The brown haired man would reach the Chameleon's location and sit directly in front of him. Crossing his legs, while Iria would stand next to the man waiting. "I hear you were looking for me....why?" Blunt, right to the point. No beating around the bush, he simply wanted to no why. It didn't make it seem like he had any sort of ettiquette training or he was polite, a simple why.
Aria and Iria AyatokixxxxxxxxxxxxxxSuzaya Sukuro
Pirate Log
Solo Word Count This Post: // Total Solo Word Count: // Solo EXP Gain Total: Interaction Word Count: 495 // Total Interaction Word Count: 495 // Interaction EXP Gain: 4000
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