The King of Knights[Private, training topic.]

From a deep slumber he awakens, at least two hours before the sun is expected to come out he rouses from his slumber with grace befitting one of his nearly royal status.

His fierce blue eyes scan the room like a wolf hunting it's prey observing the bedrooms slightly disheveled state, he outwardly winces in disappointment..it seems his apostles have once again partied themselves out..they really must break such a bad habit...of not inviting him of course the lord means.

He shrugs his shoulders, he will not reprimand them today...for the hangover will be punishment enough...especially since they will clean anyway.

He chuckles at the thought shaking his head as he tosses his covers aside and slides out of bed, the only article preventing him from being completely bare is a simple pair of red boxer shorts and a pendant bearing his clans symbol, a dragon standing before a shield.

He stretches upwards his arms craning above his head as his cramped muscles are stretched and several joints pop quite nicely working the feeling and flexibility back into his chiseled frame.

With a quick stomp of his left foot as he lowers his arms to his sides he hears several screams of agony, he merely grins.

Not even five minutes after his strong stomp a butler stumbles inside obviously in pain from his head and the ringing in his ears the blonde Knight has caused.

"Must you be so cruel Young Master?" He pleads while wincing up at the grinning blonde man.

"Only when I have yet to see my clothes Wardes." the Knight responds with an eyebrow quirked in amusement his grin merely widening. "I have a schedule, when you drink...drink harder and earlier so your up in time." He responds...of course he wouldn't ask them to stop drinking...that'd leave no fun for him..and he's recently purchased a rather nice french horn..

The Butler known as Wardes left eye twitches in annoyance as he considers the evil smirk his Young Master is wearing, the Butler knows his head is doomed if the smirk is anything to tell by.

Still the butler sighs and brandishes a red tunic and grey pants for the Knight to use.

A pair of red and white sneakers also brandished strangely enough...his Young Master is quite fond of the footwear ever since a strange incident with an electrical outlet.

The Knight nods his grin returning as he waves the man off, he has much to prepare for on this day.

The Butler nods and leaves with a sigh the man muttering about needing aspirin and a soldier pill to keep him going, this of course causes the Knight to laugh much too loudly...the Butler promptly screams.

Messing with his dear friends and servants done he begins dressing himself sliding the pants on one leg at a time before he fastens them with a thread found on the front.

He slides on a mesh undershirt which obscures his chest and upper arms from view before sliding on the red tunic and fastening it around him with a black belt which slides through the loops with ease.

The tunic hands just above crotch level and provide a decent coverage and nice protection from cold.

Fastening black leather straps around the wrists of his tunic and the ankles of his pants to prevent them from getting in the way he rolls his left shoulder preparing to exit his right hand swiping to his side quickly clipping two blades to his left side.

The pommel and handguard shines a bright golden color while the sheath and grips are onyx black like the starless night sky.

Opening his door with his left hand he steps through and shuts it behind him, he has much work to do and needs a sufficient meal to do it with.

Walking into his actually rather simple kitchen he sits at his single round table his meal of fried potatoes eggs and sausage bringing a smile to his face as he takes a form and begins eating the food late out before him.

He savors the meal slowly while taking a sip from a glass of strangely brand drink referred to as 'Soda' it's a recent invention and he's found himself addicted, this particular brand is 'Kumo Jolt' a highly caffeinated version.

Once his meal is finished he wipes his mouth and hands and nods to his maids...who growl in response their hangovers currently grating them.

Once again..the Knight grins.

Strolling down the path and taking a glance back at his home, he realizes how much his family and clothing truly stick out in a city of progress like Tengakure, high skyscrapers and large condo's for homes offset by his cabin like rock formation, a kiln and several pipes sticking out of the house...his family has long since jumped on the indoor plumbing bandwagon...tradition only goes so far thankfully..

Sliding his hands into his pockets as the sun begins to rise casting a golden shine off of his slightly messy golden blonde hair he pulls out a pair of black leather fingerless gloves which he slides on, left hand first followed by his right.

He is truly a sight to the steam powered utopia..an oldschool sight..

Many cast him curious and confused glances while some simply take a glance and nod at him realizing who he is from certain rumors, he is Arthur, heir to the house Pendragon and if the plague had not struck he would be a King in his homeland.
Still he is not bitter, his home is Tengakure and the Tenkage his King, a Knight is nothing without honor and a Knight with no Lord is a Knight without Honor.

Many missions has this Knight went on in search of glory and recognition, his blades being his point of victory, it is with the Blades of Lancelot..that have always been at his side has he conquered several platoons of Missing-nin and set ablaze several encampments of foreign Ninja that seeked to disturb the peace these two super-powers have found.

He doesn't like violence...but he also enjoys the peace..and if the peace is broken more violence merely takes place...so..Violence to Keep the Peace is the only viable solution.

He does not consider himself a cynic, but world peace is an logical impossibility, if world peace were to occur what use would Shinobi be??

What use would Samurai be??

What use would weapons be??

The very concept of innovation comes from a need to improve for survival.

As long as free will exists, there will be conflicting ideals and with those conflicting ideals, there will be War.

Not that one should EVER get rid of free will, that's an even worse option, we will simply have to live as we live, and only strike back when it is needed.

War should never be instigated, but they have to be fought, and they have to have a winner.

Killing is unfortunately a needed statistic.

He enjoys the nations, there are no more border skirmishes or bloody massacres..no more villages burning taking civilian women and barely trained children with them, there are a few fights between Shinobi's but that's to be expected with the state of the world.

There is some peace in this continent..that is Enough.

Stopping near a streetlamp on the paved street he takes a glance towards a vending machine and his grin returns, after making a purchase of some simple cola he takes a swig of the can and continues his walk, he idly wishes he had a horse, unfortunately he is quite underfunded since a mishap with the neighbor boy and a stray Katon Jutsu...he growls slightly as he tosses back the rest of the can and with a sweep of his hand as he walks he tosses it into a wall which rebounds it into an open waste receptacle..inwardly he fistpumps at the success..cool guys don't react over there successes after all..or at least that's what he read in the manga he's probably not supposed to have...tradition and all that...no matter innovation is important on this city after all.

He wanders for awhile enjoying the sights, the tall towers in the distance his destination, the civilian walk is about an hour and even now he notes several shinobi rebounding from one skyscraper to another as they fly in the same direction he's going.

One strangely enough is swinging by what appears to be nylon..why is he wearing all red and blue?
He shrugs deciding to ignore the strange man he keeps up his leisurely walk, enjoying the sights of his home.

He is taking a few day break from his missions in order to recuperate, but training is still needed...especially with all the soda he's been drinking as of late..

...Not that he'll stop...he'll simply have to continue training.

After an hour of his casual walk un-enhanced by Chakra he arrives at his destination, the tall tower that is delegated as training grounds.

This particular tower specializes in Kenjutsu training, the Art of Swordsmanship, it is a facility filled with cutting straw, blade sharpening machines, training weights to be placed on swords and chakra conductive practice Katana.

He walks forward several steam powered automatons strapped to the ceiling dropping as he steps on a pad on the floor...a large circle shaped ring as it were.

The machines are training robots, not durable enough for combat or Taijutsu training but ready purely for Kenjutsu as it doesn't really take two swings of a blade to kill someone..and their easily replaceable costing a mere Two hundred Ryo to manufacture.

Gripping in his left hand the training Katana he does begins channeling fuuton chakra through the length of the blade, watching the wind grind against the blade and sharpen it to deadly levels he allows a smirk to form across his face, his right foot slides back a foot from his left as as leans forward his knee's bending slightly his eyes watching the robots with a clear beast like gaze adrenaline beginning to pump through his body at the anticipation of battle.

He waits his blade waiting at his right hip in a strange stance...almost as if he's sheathed the Katana...

As the automatons rush to meet him in a frontal assault from his sides and front, he reveals his training in battojutsu and strikes them down with a strong drawing motion the wind chakra decimating the first wave with clear lethality in their bifurcated forms.

Stepping back twice twirling the blade counter-clockwise in his grip he now circles the other bots who drop the from the ceiling as the others are dropped into a tube to be recycled, drawing his blade back over his left shoulder his elbow bent the tip the blade aimed forward he ends the fuuton flow and replaces it with Katon the flames coming dangerously close to his face, but they are controlled and he is safe from the heat his right hand coming up to chin level his elbow pressed against his side as he cross steps to circle the robots who begin mimicking his circling motion while stepping into a basic Kendo stance the steel poles meant for safety...but also barbed slightly to give a bit of extra motivation in parrying and dodging.

He dashes forward this time his right foot pushing off as his left hand stabs forward aimed towards the bots neck, the bot dodges with a quick tilt of it's head only to meet the gloved fist of the Knight denting it's blank face plate and causing it to stumble back allowing the quick yanking motion with the fire charged Katana to rip across the automatons shoulder with what would carve through the upper part of a Shinobi's throat and incinerate the bone.
His left foot which stopped his push forward pushes backwards just as the bots pipe swings upward and would have caught the Knight in the chest, if it weren't for the downward palm-strike of the knights left gloved hand which slaps the would be weapon away from anywhere vital, a small knick in the glove being the only damage, the other two advance and the knight brings the blade aimed towards them his hand prepared at his side as he knee's bend and he begins circling them lightning charging around the blade ominously as they advance with no fear.

His muscles tense and he lunges forward again, his left arm arching downward with a diagnol slash, his his pivoting to the right as he pushes off his left leg and twirl with the slash and spins way from the fallen robot to the left, the right meeting him as it begins rushing forward.

Arthur's right foot stops his spin facing the robot which raises it's large steel pipe above it's head and attempts to bring it down on the young Knight who responds by pushing forward again stabbing forward while tucking under the automatons arm the blade ripping through it's chest decimating the circuitry and powercells inside of it, as he ducks slightly the long pipe hitting the ground as it's forearm brushes against Arthur's left shoulder.

Pushing the downed training automaton off of him he calls out casually "Cease." which ends the fighting program.

Tossing the training Katana on a rack casually he begins walking forward, that sword was just a weapon..not his companion like the Lancelot strapped to his sides.

He decides to take a small seat at a resting bench while watching the other swordsman in the facility fight the automatons with varied results.

He smiles as a particularly young boy cheers at defeating a single bot...only to silence in slight fear as two more drop from the ceiling, he chuckles as the boy sighs and charges back into the fray.

Shinobi...Shadow Warriors...ones who fight for their village and not for honor...will he ever truly be one of them?

He shakes his head at the thought, of course not..he may be called a Shinobi and hold the rank of Elite Jounin..but he's no Shinobi..he's a Knight pure and simple.

One who fights for Honor his Comrades, his King and his Country, instead of the shadows and jutsu he relies of his armor and blade to fight with.

He will never excel in Black-ops but in skirmishes and fights he is strong, his solo mission record is flawless and is almost all combat based missions.

Even before Skyscraper became Tengakure he fought for it and he will continue fighting, no matter the cost.

Watching a man dressed in what is obviously servers clothes Arthur waves him over and asks for a water bottle, paying for the drink the man happily brings him the cold beverage which Arthur takes a sip from..he prefers soda but water is important after a training session, even a light one such as that.

Not to mention the walk..the walk wasn't much fun.

He chuckles again before he takes another swig from his bottle of water, the cool fluid relieving the dryness of his mouth and cooling his throat.
He gasps slightly as he pulls the bottle from his lips and wipes his mouth with his right sleeve with a "Phew" of relief.

He stands once more casually tossing the bottle aside which spins through the air and once again catches the rim of a waste bin and dropping in as he turns away his ears picking up the sound of his success..it seems he's on a roll today.

Walking from the bench his head turns so his gaze may fall upon the filled training facility..all of them are using Katana or Ninjato...such is the norm around here.

His family has used the Arming sword for years and will continue to use the blade, such is a tradition he will never break..the Katana is merely a weapon to practice with..it will never be a part of his soul.

Every weapon he encounters however..will eventually become a part of him...that is the way of his clan after all.

He briefly ponders when the elders will deem him worthy of the Clans Technique, and the Blade that Promises Victory.

The only answer he keeps getting is 'When your ready.' he'll just have to keep training...

He of course knows the chant, he of course knows it's capabilities..he of course is capable..but the point of the technique isn't strength..it's wisdom and spiritual might.

Discipline thankfully...was not mentioned..he thinks with a grin as he once again purchases a can of soda.

He chuckles as he pops the top of the can open, this particular brand is from Konoha, it's merely called 'Medic Spice.'

He finds this one is his new favorite..and reminds himself to tell Wardes to pick up several cases from the market...how can something so unhealthy be so good? It's simply not fair...he'll just have to keep up with his hygiene and health to make sure it does not affect him.

Of course the caffeine has been making it quite easy for him to awake as of late..which is always fun considering his Servants often drink themselves into a stupor on several occasions.

They've become to used to him being gone on missions..no matter..him and his trusty new french horn shall solve all those little troubles...tomorrow morning in fact.

He chuckles evilly on the street as he returns home the servants sweat dropping as he steps through the door...they know that look..and it's never good for their poor heads.

And with a quick shower to end the day with the Knight begins shedding his clothes and weapons to head to bed, the sun comes down as he eats a small meal in his night robe and then the Knight falls asleep...prepared for the morning and his next training session.

[Exit, Final WC; 3,029 towards Unlimited Blade Works, 15 Stats 30 JP, awaiting approval.]

Approved.

It is the King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon that is now crouched in front of a black Philly with a white tuft of fur on her nose, he sighs before glancing towards his servant "This..is my noble steed?" He questions in a deadpan his eyebrow quirking only for it to twitch in annoyance as the pony nips at his blonde hair.

He sighs as the servant merely nods and gives a 'You must earn it's loyalty, and what better way then raising it?' before walking off.

Arthur sighs again and glances at the horse with a quirked eyebrow "I'll name you Agro..." He says with a nod..the horse is actually quite cute and he can wait..

An apple is produced from his left hand and he hands it to the horse who neighs happily before she takes a bite of it.

He stands as does the Pony he gestures of his right hand the horse following him as he turns out of the stable at the back of the house the Pony trotting behind him before it nudges his back causing him to stumble slightly.

He glances back with a quirked eyebrow before his left hand reaches back and he lightly pets the horses snout earning another happy nudge.

He sighs "You better be fast when you grow up" He says his lips quirking upwards in an amused smile the horse glancing up at him with what seems to be narrowing eyes at the challenge.

The Pony braces itself Arthurs eyes widening as he steps out of the way the Pony dashing past Arthur in a slight blur..

Arthur blinks and grins "That'll do Horse...That'll do." he nods as the pony trots back up to him holding it's head up high as if smirking.

Arthur quirks an eyebrow smirking right back. "Carrots for your dinner tonight" he says in approval while turning on his heel the horse seeming to chuckle as it shakes it's mane trotting at Arthurs side.

The two begin walking down a street of Tengakure ignoring random stares they get, Ninja's have partnered up with Ostriches before for crapssake!!

A horse should be relatively normal..then again...the term normal doesn't fit in to most Shinobi..especially the more powerful ones.

Arthur glances backwards and briefly wonders how fast Agro will grow up to be, it is already quite speedy and when she's grown will make a wonderful steed for him on his travels.

He must soon journey out to forge his armor and defeat the beasts of stone and shadow that followed his family here to the elemental nations, they are Evil spirits who yearn to test the blade of the Pendragon line and take great pleasure in decimating the lines of the Kings.

They won't get very far with him if Arthur has anything to say about it...not very far indeed.

A trusty steed will of course be essential for his victory in these trials made by the vile demons who demand his Lines blood in battle.

With that the Philly and the Knight make a round the block and return to their olden style home.

[Exit, 507 Words Horse Trained.]

Have fun with your "noble steed"