Post by Harris on Mar 5, 2008 20:43:30 GMT -5
Sengar Teleported from the roof of a building. In his hand was his sword. The sword was one of his least used items, and Sengar never took the time to look at the beauty of it.
The blade came from The Village Hidden in the Craftsman, and was created by their original kage. It was passed down for generations, and eventually was given to the Leaf villages ANBU Corps. When Sengar fled the village, the ANBU tracked him down and attacked him. He managed to kill them and retrive the Sword. And within a mere four weeks, he mastered it. Though he held the blade for a number of years, he was always on the move and was never able to take the time to really look at it. To really understand the power of it.
On the hilt of the blade, the word Pride was placed. As great of an honor it may seem to be, Sengar didn't think much of the blade. He never really thought much of anything anymore. But this time, it was different. He hadn’t touched the blade a single time since he left the leaf village, and had grown rusty with his skill.
This place is always too quiet. Too peaceful. How can anyone be expected to enjoy something like this. It will have to come to an end eventually. I choose now.
Sengar's speech was calm and sudden. Just as sudden as his speach was, so was his hand.
Sengar slowly pulled his blade out, and then took a sudden step forward towards a tree. With that single step, he teleported up to the tree and unleashed a single Horizontal slash. Sengar had a look on his face like never before. With the simple slash, the tree was completely destroyed. Such a basic weapon held such power that it even surprised him, a ninja who’s seen nearly everything.
Sengar slowly fixed his stance, and within a moment, placed his blade back into It’s case. Such a small amount of practice made it clear to him. Destruction of the land truly ment nothing to him. Sengar took a step back and began to walk towards the Rivers. The Rivers were always populated and held some great places to train, and also some to relax.
Suprisingly, Sengar wasn't there for any trouble, but just to relax. He hadn't any reason to kill the many ninjas. None held high bounties on their heads. Sengar walked down to the the water, and sat down, simply closing his eyes and resting.
The blade came from The Village Hidden in the Craftsman, and was created by their original kage. It was passed down for generations, and eventually was given to the Leaf villages ANBU Corps. When Sengar fled the village, the ANBU tracked him down and attacked him. He managed to kill them and retrive the Sword. And within a mere four weeks, he mastered it. Though he held the blade for a number of years, he was always on the move and was never able to take the time to really look at it. To really understand the power of it.
On the hilt of the blade, the word Pride was placed. As great of an honor it may seem to be, Sengar didn't think much of the blade. He never really thought much of anything anymore. But this time, it was different. He hadn’t touched the blade a single time since he left the leaf village, and had grown rusty with his skill.
This place is always too quiet. Too peaceful. How can anyone be expected to enjoy something like this. It will have to come to an end eventually. I choose now.
Sengar's speech was calm and sudden. Just as sudden as his speach was, so was his hand.
Sengar slowly pulled his blade out, and then took a sudden step forward towards a tree. With that single step, he teleported up to the tree and unleashed a single Horizontal slash. Sengar had a look on his face like never before. With the simple slash, the tree was completely destroyed. Such a basic weapon held such power that it even surprised him, a ninja who’s seen nearly everything.
Sengar slowly fixed his stance, and within a moment, placed his blade back into It’s case. Such a small amount of practice made it clear to him. Destruction of the land truly ment nothing to him. Sengar took a step back and began to walk towards the Rivers. The Rivers were always populated and held some great places to train, and also some to relax.
Suprisingly, Sengar wasn't there for any trouble, but just to relax. He hadn't any reason to kill the many ninjas. None held high bounties on their heads. Sengar walked down to the the water, and sat down, simply closing his eyes and resting.
