[Training] My Hero!

[Jin]

Casting down like a batch of fire, spewing from the surface as though it had been enticed by limitless emotional fury the wind scattered as a body descended. The sound of the landing reassured that the end result to it wouldn't be pretty. The sad, sorry, sole person injured from the drop curled into a c-shaped to ease and stabilize the fresh spasm.

The cruel creature who could have done this approached him, said to him that if he didn't rise, he would kick to him again and again. The sound of his voice made the man lying on the ground wanting to vomit. The purpose of it all was to make him a better man...and yet, it looked like the only way this can end is if he either did, in fact, feel empowered and confident, or die hoping.

“Little brother, you should have it in you for what takes to defeat anyone! Get... up!” Mouth writhing, the older brother could only unsheathe his brand new scimitar. It had been quite a long time since he combated, and wanted the sword to actually wind up in his brother's palms used dependability over the people of Sylira, and with a pride to be honored, and a name forever engraved inside the minds and memories of all dwellers of Mizahar.

Because the little brother could not balance himself off the ground the moment when demanded, distorting what the older brother had envisioned, the older brother planted both feet at the front of the face of the oppressed, feeling the power of an all-mighty king, but having the uncured irksome feeling of a perforated pride. His heart bled from every whimper, every groan, and every pant. The violent and complicated nature in the man’s eyes did not signify that it was searching the more appropriate way to synchronization and linking with the kind and gentle being that was to be his very own flesh and blood.

His perspective had to be the inevitable solution. He looked at his scimitar, and it felt as though it were looking back at him. The hope of a failed and darkened warrior seeking for his little brother to become his beacon for a life of veneration had vanished. With the scimitar raised, he waited for the sunlight to bring forth a fine reflection—a signal.

As the sun flickered on over the scimitar, and practically blinded the younger brother, forcing him to raise his arm, the older one saw the flicking light on his sibling’s countenance, believing that this sign of frailty from the reflection had to be it. He hewed down towards the young man’s skull. Then his arms stopped. Some how, for some reason, it stopped. No matter how he struggled, it could not budge beyond 90 degrees. Was it him? Had he really found out that he could not remove a mere stain? It could not be true. After some thought in the following five seconds, he looked back and noticed gleaming black eyes. And immediately, he saw the sky spiraling around him, and felt his skull smacking the meadow field.

“Who are you…” the older brother said as his eyes burned. Standing back on his own two feet, as though he didn’t feel any pain, he introduced himself right then, “The name’s Hidan, of the Mihen lineage. Now you know my name, there’s no need for me to learn the name of a dead man!” Hidan, still having the scimitar firmly grasped in his hands, ran in. He exerted enough adrenaline that it extinguished the dizziness and lightheadedness experienced from the fall, clearing his head and allowing himself to use his eyes as means to assemble a deliberated strike.

Acting on experience and taking advantage of the time able to prepare, Jin glued his feet to the ground, and pushed his belly inwards, releasing air on out of him. All the veins in his right arm were pressed visibility while moving ahead in midair. To increase the force and the appearance of the veins by twofold, he bent it back to the airless belly, and continued on to prepare his left leg. This all happened while Hidan fell. As Hidan rose from the grass, Jin, with his left leg, dug three inches in the ground, while sharpening his visuals on anything questionable or malicious to occur in his surroundings. Ever since he heard about magic, he had to keep himself at the ready for anything to be eerie.

Once the man stood back up, and sprinted, Jin figured that this was nothing more than a man trying to take the life of another through torture and violence. Jin began narrowing the path of concentration to Hidan, and leapt when Hidan swung the blade, and aiming it over Jin’s chest cavity. The sound of a sword cutting only air revealed success for the defender, who’s now able to devise a counterstrike. Three inches of dirt was still in Jin’s feet. As an experiment, he kicked up to Hidan’s eyes. Easily Hidan blocked the kick but failed to avoid the dirt. Flinching as he had dirt in his eyes, Hidan roared out that what Jin had done was a dirty trick. Whoever had said dirty tricks were illegal was probably a sword specialist.

When someone is in a fight, and needs his sword to prove himself to become victor, he can’t wipe dirt from his eyes, or else he loses time. And time is as valuable as preparation and perception. Going along with the time meant going along blind in this case. And he didn’t mind, because as soon as Jin landed back on the ground, and was ready to release his charged fist, his stomach instantly felt a sharp pain. It didn’t take a physics expert to know where a man would land from a short leap so close in range. Hidan used his knee in his first affliction, followed by the blunt side of the scimitar to smack Jin’s cheek, sending him twenty feet east. Hidan felt like the show was on, and had to say something. Right off the bat, he felt like he could be a standup comedic right now. He had to say what was on his mind: “Where’d he go?”

Jin was so close to knocking Hidan’s lights out. If the man just kept the emotion going and using blatant words as knives like he was doing before, it might have worked. Instead, it was as if going berserk actually kept him alive this far as a warrior, and could make decisive plans with a sour tongue. Bracing himself back to his feet, Jin notice his arm was no longer compacted. The attack almost to the temple made sure that all his muscles were loosened. Sighing, Jin turned around and looked even more determined than before. He was not going to lose to a pretentious psychopath.

Breathing slowly, Jin took the same stance, this time without pressing his veins for a fatal blow. The balance changed. Like the seasons, he went from summer to winter by whim, with all the hot and sweltering heat cooling to very low temperatures. He could act on aggression, but knew that not all Unarmed Combat could bring justice to one side’s arms through emotion. Clear the mind cleans the fist. With a fist anew, your punches will fell as though you never hit anything all day. He cleared the mind from Hidan’s taunt, and went sprinting on in. Maybe Hidan would think that he was coming with irritated mentality, and would try to take advantage of his emotions. If so, this could change the weather for Hidan, from summer to an unforeseen, apocalyptic ending for his world.

Then a snatch below stopped Jin. It was the younger brother trying to stop the chaos. Trying to break through his wounded coughing he begged, “Please, sir… Just leave. I deserve not to live. If I was the light of hope for my brother Hidan, I apparently am no longer. And therefore should not exist.” The words touched Jin, but not so far to make him distance his mind from the battle entirely, just enough to reply to him briefly: “The deserving has to at least commit to something wrong first.” With that, he continued onwards, with the first intention to dodge the next scimitar’s swing, and eat his opponent up from there.

What he had in mind did not come to light, for Hidan started to stand still, waiting for Jin to do something. He even let down his sword, and figured Jin had no knowledge on what he was about to do… Thinking Hidan for a fool, Jin went closing in, striking him after leaping into the air, first clenched and ready to mash downwards. Then a push entered his bowels, and started transmitting pain on over. What had happened could be explained by Loust, Hidan’s little brother: “He knows Projection! Stay back I told you!”

Jin murmured a “what?” for he had no actual grasp to the meaning of Projection. Heck, magic was something he couldn’t even write on over a sentence or two. The knowledge he carried were all survival related, and most of that had even been concealed by his rebirth. As the sun started to show the sign of evening, with its once milky clouds beginning to bleed on fire, when Jin was released by this invisible energy, able to land on his own two feet, he thought some more. He couldn’t defeat this guy. Most of the skills under his sleeves were probably left unrevealed. But he knew he couldn’t run either. It was something his instincts cannot, and will not allow to happen.

Nearly losing all his air, he struggled on for Hidan’s shoulders. Each arm shook its way to their goal. When they were successful, Hidan laughed. “You arms are lucky! And will be the only things able to touch me.” That’s when Hidan lifted his scimitar off the ground, and lifted it in the air with both hands. Jin knew that this was it. His time had to be now. Hold the shoulders, knee the stomach, and stop the swing of the sword, that’s what he had in mind. In Hidan’s case, the same idea but in vice-versa, with his sword going for a chop before anything regretting happened.

[Jin]

Unknown to both of them, stood Loust, with a slingshot positioned and aiming toward Hidan. He didn’t like how this was going. The two were willing to do their best to take the other out, and the one who’s just crazy for blood happened to be his brother. To him, he would shoot Jin if he went out of hand, but in this case it was Hidan. His choice to enforce justice for the first time had taken effect as the rock in his slingshot flew their way. This resulting in Hidan’s unsuccessful attack, with him flinching and focusing his anger at Loust for a second.

And time is as precious as preparation and perception... Losing focus in one area will have an opponent lose the game. Kneeing in at the right time, right amount of preparation, and the right direction of perception, Jin continued to dig it in. Then went for a repeat, over, over and over again until Hidan dropped his weapon and started losing breath. Jin couldn’t stop even then, for he wanted this man to have his lights completely knocked out, so with the rest of the energy he had he release a hand and made the palm swap the chin of Hidan, forcing him to launch. His teeth started flying from out his lips as wind picked up from his body mass.

Casting down like a batch of fire, spewing from the surface as though it had been enticed by limitless emotional fury the wind scattered as a body descended. The sound of the landing reassured that the end result to it wouldn't be pretty. And, in fact, it didn’t, for he started to bleed from his head, and his eyes were literally looking up. He wasn’t dead, just put in a vegetable state.

Even though he had won, Jin knew what had happened. He didn’t really see the rock hitting Hidan, amplifying his chances to be winner of this bout. What in fact made him feel suspicious was when he found a balled rock landing in his hair while striking his opponent. When he revealed the first evidence to Loust, and saw the second—the slingshot—in his hands, he could only glare at him for a while. Loust, feeling unworthy for a second time, begged the stranger to kill him. He even said that he didn't care if the people of Syliras were around, since the city was nearly a few miles away, he wouldn't tell them that he accepted this before dying. That's when Jin couldn’t have it anymore. He had to persuade the young man that death shouldn’t be sought after, no matter what the person had done. When he took appropriate measures to approach Loust, grabbing the slingshot, and holding him back up with firm grip around both shoulders, Jin advocated:

“There is no reason to seek other place for the rest of eternity,” he hoped that pausing there would allow Faust to start listening. He understood that it was as silence started picking up in the atmosphere between them. “All you can do is become who want to be. You can be a person of peace and not wield a sword or cast magic. People seem to look at these things in one perspective, when in fact life has so much to value. You need to understand this, and try not to succumb to everything your brother says. In all honesty, abandon him. And if the same atmosphere is within your family, abandon them—they are not to be in your frequency.” The tears told it all, and Jin felt as though he were talking to someone he had known long, long ago after seeing this. As if he had a protégé, a nephew, a child… and was trying to cheer them up. The moment felt very awkward when Faust went on in from Jin’s grasp and hugged him. Thanking him for understanding.

Faust looked like he could be a purposeful person if he kept these words to heart.

[Ataraxia]

Jin XP Unarmed Combat + 2, Philosophy + 2, Rhetoric + 2 Lore Arriving in the nick of time | Fighting a superior opponent | Being attacked with projection | Giving life new meaning to another Comments Interesting thread, I prefer threads like this to the standard training thread. Unfortunately, it was pretty short. I'd also like to note that on your CS, you have a skill "Persuasion". You might want to change this to "Rhetoric", since that skill is official and essentially is the same thing and more. I gave you xp for the rhetoric skill, which can be applied to what you now have as "persuasion". If you have any questions or concerns, just send me a message and we can figure it out. Peace out!