Solitary days (p, jaye)

The male had spent some time in the area trying to get heads or tails of the situation, but at the moment he simply walked the area. The two voices had been quiet for some reason, since the most he heard was mere whispering between the two as they tried to figure out how they were going to do something...what about he didn't know and he did no care. As he walked he came up to a few trees and looked at one for a moment, taking a deep breath as he centered himself and pulled out what seemed to be a pair of gloves as he smiled.

Outer to inner. Fists expand to control the energy and flow like a river, his hands slowly moved from left to right to a downward position as he took in a deep breath and began to spread his feet lightly. From there he followed the second principle. Inner to outer, a persons center must be his whole in order to understand the flow and go with it. One cannot fight the flow of a river and instead must go with it. With each movement came a swift snap as he threw one swift punch before bringing his hands together to form a circle. A small exhale escaped his lungs and left his mouth as he took his stance once more and pushed outward as if he was pushing an object away only to swiftly launch two more punches and dropping his stance as his danced slowly dusted past the ground and stood up, his hands coming together as if he was praying.

Another breath was taken as he slid back and began to practice with himself, the more he did an energy came over his body as he continued channeling his inner energy before a voice broke his concentration," You use a lot of taijutsu for someone who's whole bloodline revolve around weapons...You sure you are wanting this," in which the gloves were slowly slid back into his sleeves and he sighed. The two voices spoke up in unison before the male listened," You have a lot of potential in you to do more, but i guess i can give you the first of many gifts. There's something you can do with your bloodline that involves summoning armors and weapons, including those made before you. So my armors and this second bum here's stuff can be summoned by you in time however...there are things you might want to consider," the voices went quiet as the males eyes wandered over to a nearby tree that someone had been in.

He hadn't noticed that someone had been in there this whole time while he had been practicing and if he did, he would have just went on with his training but now that he knew? He figured that he would say something to them and try to see why they were here," So do you usually nap in trees or are you waiting on something?," as he turned to face the whomever who it had been he waited to see what they would do...providing they did anything.

A Philosopher huh?

The young male stood there slowly placing his hands into the sleeves of his haori slowly as he looked the male up and down in contemplation. He knew a handful of things and this was only known through his words and how he used them. Curiosity had brought him out here and at the same turn that curiosity caused him to ask the male why. For some reason the male took a small step forward to get a better look at the male before stopping and smiling," I could drink to that. Morals are what keep men from the animals, of course some do not understand this, but it is a lesson learned in time and error. I suppose you have learned this through traveling or maybe you are as monk as you sound," for some reason he liked the cut of this man's jib, something was definitely odd about him and yet it meant something good maybe.

His stance? So he was watching which made the young male smile as he took out one of his hands and knelt down as he explained," It focuses on the principles of mastering ones body. Inner energy to focus the body on a mental level, bringing out your latent power. The movements move into External energy which brings your power out full force. Striking into grappling and so on...its a technique meant for a swordsmen to prepare for hand to hand combat so to speak, but as a taijutsu practitioner? It helps master one's body for almost anything. In time I hope to make this body as sharp as any blade but only time will tell," this man could tell a lot from a stance so...what does that make him exactly?

Swords are nice but they can get messy and even break. Weapons tempered with time and love even fall to rust, but a well tempered body? Can always recover and continue to push past its breaking points. I was once told by a samurai that a weapon was an extension of one's own body and the personification of one's will and body. I took that philosophy in a sense and applied it to my arts and its been doing wonders. Though something i never thought i would find myself doing was continuing my art in spears as well," it was a fine statement but where was the man's spear?

That was another story for another time as he noticed the male doing the same gesture as his teachers did once before. Looking down at the diagram for a moment he stood up and dusted his clothing off before creating a fist with his right hand and pressing against his open left palm," well let us begin shall we?," he slid his feet only a few inches apart before placing his hands outward toward the male, his right hand placed just an inch farther and above the left while his left knee was bent just perfectly. (Basically he beckoning hand stance of Wing Chun)

The bird had always watched its prey before jumping on it, the eyes of the male were no exception as they flickered for a moment watching his stance all the way down to his footwork," Defensive while being on guard..is he leaving intentional openings to test me or...hmm i know what to do then," as Xuba slowly came into a crawl so did Shoko. His foot work was something akin to the weird side which did not fit his stance in the slightest.

In the style of his martial arts his footwork would have been precise and pristine, each move calculated and planned four moves ahead. While his partner moved in half circles he was supposed to move his body in such a way that he would be countering his footwork, but he wasn't. With each step Shoko took his body moved in reverse. When his right foot took a single step his body was already pivoting for the next step, his hands remaining in the same position until he had finally smiled.

A name was given in which Shoko would smile and acknowledge it," Shibuya but most call me Shoko...here i come," in his stance he crouched only an inch before leaping forward, his right foot lunging forward taking his body with him making a perfect arc between legs. His right palm formed into a single, fluid fist aiming for the opening as a feint of sorts. By the time the fist was made his right foot was already planted and waiting, his eyes watching the muscles in each extremity for the right moment.

He would expect a counter of some sort so once Xuba did, his fist would point downward and rolling to the right, taking along with it its initial force to block his counter while his left foot repositioned his body. His left hand would slowly unfurl as he brought his right arm back and placed it onto his (Xuba's) chest. The force would surely push him back and if not? His right foot would come forward as his body bent back only a few inches, the foot connecting with the ankle of his opponent to see what he would do. While his body would be in a vulnerable state, his mind flushed all thoughts and strengthened his core as he dropped lower.

His body would then push backwards before moving only a few feet from Xuba, the stance being taken back up after their exchange and a smile on his face," You're rather strong in countering ...Didn't expect someone to have such a nice form, though I wonder what your offense is like," slowly he rolled his sleeves back up and took to his stance once more, a deep yet slow breath being taken as he centered himself and waited.

A dance had required more than ones own self and in a sense so did martial arts. As the two came closer and closer until the first strike was made, Shoko kept his eyes on his opponent making sure that he was focusing on the right spots but then again his offense had been met with a considerably good defense so he was enjoying the fact that he actually had a challenge more than he was perfecting his craft. When his last punch was thrown and he slid back he heard the male speak, and as he did Shibuya had slowly changed his stance. Yes his feet positioning had remained the same, but something was different. While his hands were perfectly aligned with his chest, both palms faced the ground and dropped a bit as his chest and back arched only slightly and his body seemed to go only lower by a few inches.

His left knee slowly bent as he finally assumed what could have been his favorite stance in fighting. A smile appeared on his face as he made a mental note on his opponent and spoke,"True, but not every counter revolves around a strike.In many cases one uses their opponents own strikes and weight against them, but you seem to know more than you let on. Let us dance for a few more moments and see what happens," though when the male announced the name of his style Shibuya simply shook his head as he slid closer and closer," My style has no name as of yet. It is simply an empty canvas of which I shall name once i master both until then? You may simply call it the Empty Lotus style, one of my favorite flowers," with that he would have been only a few inches from Xuba and within striking range as well.

What his opponent didn't know was that he was simply using the first and basic style of his soon to be craft, a power of pure internal instinct. Unknown to him he had slowly been channeling this internal energy onto his limbs as a red hued like substance faintly covered them. As he went in for the first strike, his right foot slid in and arched solidifying his balance as both hands came into play. Both palms would push inward pushing the male back and hopefully off balance as he attempted a basic shove. What Xuba didn't know was the moment he acted the hands would drop and he would be met with a simple shoulder check, his left hand falling to his adjacent side which left his entire body open right? The shoulder check left his right side only open but with his left hand still within striking range providing that Xuba went for an attack he would retaliate by using his left hand to forcefully push off of the males body while also using his left leg to do the same. A single fluid motion to get him out of harms way.

After a few more exchange of blows, Shibuya stepped back and bowed to the male before waving his hands," That was rather interesting actually...Think i should work on my little technique a little more, though question? Why do you roam the world? Is it to seek a new style or....To simply learn what the world could give you?," either way the male would nod before rolling his sleeves down and digging his hands into them. "At either rate it was fun sparring with you. Hopefully our paths cross again later and we both have something more to show each other. Until then? Continue to get stronger my friend," turning his back he would begin to slowly usher his way away from the tree and soon out of the area as he smiled for a moment," You were saying what about this bloodline? Weapons and all? We will see when the time comes if you are correct in what you are saying , but until then i will devote myself to my taijutsu and train that alright?," a man speaking to voices in his head? Now some would assume he was crazy, it was far from the truth and almost the right choice as both voices simply chuckled in unison," You will see in time just how useful your innate abilities can be but until then we shall be those voices you can never get rid of with advice- Oh wait! You can't get rid of - ouch ...stupid kid," apparently one was in control while the other was crazy...who knew right?

Exit with the following claims
2250 for Internal Energy, +11 stats