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Mar. 25th, 2017 11:45 amWHO: Yasusada Yamato and you!
WHERE: Tisse, Tribunal Terrace, and Apprassage!
WHEN: 3/25
WHAT: Yamato regains an awesome fighting skill and promptly loses a fight, wanders around town being confusedhelp him
WARNINGS: mild violence in the form of sparring
I. (the one with the info dump)
[There are a number of reasons Yamato isn't a kendo instructor.
For one thing, he's too young. Even though he's been a student at his dojo since he was a child, he's still only 21 years old; his former teacher had studied kendo for over the entire span of Yamato's lifetime thus far. However, and this is a point Yamato has argued more than once, student instructors aren't a rarity at all. He'd in no way claim to be a master, but surely by now he could handle a few beginners.
He's not wrong, exactly. And nobody could say he isn't passionate, or dedicated. When his bokuto's out of his hand, he's generally easy to be around, and by all rights, he should make an excellent teacher.
It's just that, well... regardless of what kind of fight it is, Yamato can get a little... too... intense.
Until he can learn to tone down the ferocity and recklessness, he isn't going to officially be teaching anybody. And given the way this current spar is going, it doesn't look like that's going to happen soon. His opponent is a fellow student he's fought (and defeated) many times, and Yamato knows him too well--this spar will be his, too.
Except that it isn't.
Yamato's always been a good fighter. Oh, he strategizes and plans, of course, but he's used to following the flow of a fight as well, be it in an alley with some punks or right here in his home away from home. So it isn't the first time his body seems to move on its own--but it is the first time it does something like this.
His bokuto moves quickly--striking once, twice, three times, too fast to block and too hard to brace against. It's the kind of strike meant to do serious damage, to incapacitate an opponent immediately and bring about a quick end to the fight. It's also not the kind of strike he would ever instinctively do--nothing like the sorts of moves he's used to. It's not even a valid strike.
So why on earth does he do it?
It throws him off so badly that he stops, startled and confused, long enough for his opponent to recover and charge at him. He'd hit hard enough that the guy's heavily favoring one arm over the other, but Yamato's focus has been destroyed, and he doesn't even manage to block in time. His opponent makes short work of him after that, and the spar is over before Yamato's even gotten his thoughts together.
That was two hours ago. Now, he's standing in the park, slowly practicing the strike he'd performed with a troubled look on his face. He's in casual clothes now, jacket tied around his waist and clear bruises on his arms and beneath the collar of his shirt. He's too caught up in what he's doing to notice anybody stopping and staring--or to notice if he's backing up into somebody else. So if you don't call out to him, he may very well crash right into you.
He probably won't hit you with his bokuto when he whips around to apologize, though.
Probably.]
Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
II. (the one with the nail polish)
[As much as he'd like to sit around and figure out his life, Yamato does have responsibilities. So he drops his stuff off at home and heads to the library for his shift, settling into the children's section and trying to clear his mind for a while.
Something must show on his face, though. Halfway through his shift, a little girl--8, maybe 9 at the most--looks up from her book (A Little Princess, incidentally), peers at him, and demands that he come sit with her and cheer up.
He doesn't go into details, of course--not because she's a little girl, but because he doesn't know what he would say--but he admits that he isn't sure how, and the girl immediately takes matters into her own hands. And his.
So if you happen to see him in the library during his shift, arranging books on the shelves or carrying a stack back to its proper location, you might notice he now has glittery nail polish on.
It's purple.
And even if he knows you, he isn't going to talk about it. He just smiles (and indeed, it's a little more relaxed than before) and waves.]
Hey, do you need anything?
III. (the one when I remember he's a college student)
[And a pretty good student, at that, even if he couldn't care less about graduating. His major is philosophy, of all things. FREE HIM FROM THIS TEDIOUS LIFE.
But no, he enjoys it well enough, actually. Maybe not his major, per se, which he'd literally picked by closing his eyes and pointing--but the classes he actually chose properly, like political science, or international studies. His workload isn't the heaviest, but that doesn't free him from the burden that his homework. And, just like any responsible college student, Yamato's waited until the last minute to finish writing an essay that's due in... oh... 45 minutes.
Whoops.
It's a familiar sight on campus--some poor student sitting at a table outside, hurried typing away on a computer and glancing at the clock. But of course the world can't go easy on him, which is why a light breeze sweeps past, scattering the papers he'd already printed out and thoughtlessly left on top of his bag.]
Ah, no no no--! [He lunges across the table to try and catch a few, but that jostles his coffee cup enough to knock it over, and he's forced to let them go in order to grab his laptop and his bag, saving them from Coffee Stain Doom. Anybody around will be treated to the rare sound of Yamato colorfully swearing in both English and Japanese, because why. Why.]
IV. (the wildcard)
[Got something else you want to do? Feel free! I'm open to just about anything.]
(ooc: If you'd like to see the in-canon version of sandanzuki and Kashuu's explanation of it, you can watch here, at 7 minutes and 57 seconds. But the tl;dr is that yams can hit people better now and he's confused about it so he gets his nails done by a kid and suffers like a typical college student. COME SAVE HIM.)
WHERE: Tisse, Tribunal Terrace, and Apprassage!
WHEN: 3/25
WHAT: Yamato regains an awesome fighting skill and promptly loses a fight, wanders around town being confused
WARNINGS: mild violence in the form of sparring
I. (the one with the info dump)
[There are a number of reasons Yamato isn't a kendo instructor.
For one thing, he's too young. Even though he's been a student at his dojo since he was a child, he's still only 21 years old; his former teacher had studied kendo for over the entire span of Yamato's lifetime thus far. However, and this is a point Yamato has argued more than once, student instructors aren't a rarity at all. He'd in no way claim to be a master, but surely by now he could handle a few beginners.
He's not wrong, exactly. And nobody could say he isn't passionate, or dedicated. When his bokuto's out of his hand, he's generally easy to be around, and by all rights, he should make an excellent teacher.
It's just that, well... regardless of what kind of fight it is, Yamato can get a little... too... intense.
Until he can learn to tone down the ferocity and recklessness, he isn't going to officially be teaching anybody. And given the way this current spar is going, it doesn't look like that's going to happen soon. His opponent is a fellow student he's fought (and defeated) many times, and Yamato knows him too well--this spar will be his, too.
Except that it isn't.
Yamato's always been a good fighter. Oh, he strategizes and plans, of course, but he's used to following the flow of a fight as well, be it in an alley with some punks or right here in his home away from home. So it isn't the first time his body seems to move on its own--but it is the first time it does something like this.
His bokuto moves quickly--striking once, twice, three times, too fast to block and too hard to brace against. It's the kind of strike meant to do serious damage, to incapacitate an opponent immediately and bring about a quick end to the fight. It's also not the kind of strike he would ever instinctively do--nothing like the sorts of moves he's used to. It's not even a valid strike.
So why on earth does he do it?
It throws him off so badly that he stops, startled and confused, long enough for his opponent to recover and charge at him. He'd hit hard enough that the guy's heavily favoring one arm over the other, but Yamato's focus has been destroyed, and he doesn't even manage to block in time. His opponent makes short work of him after that, and the spar is over before Yamato's even gotten his thoughts together.
That was two hours ago. Now, he's standing in the park, slowly practicing the strike he'd performed with a troubled look on his face. He's in casual clothes now, jacket tied around his waist and clear bruises on his arms and beneath the collar of his shirt. He's too caught up in what he's doing to notice anybody stopping and staring--or to notice if he's backing up into somebody else. So if you don't call out to him, he may very well crash right into you.
He probably won't hit you with his bokuto when he whips around to apologize, though.
Probably.]
Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?
II. (the one with the nail polish)
[As much as he'd like to sit around and figure out his life, Yamato does have responsibilities. So he drops his stuff off at home and heads to the library for his shift, settling into the children's section and trying to clear his mind for a while.
Something must show on his face, though. Halfway through his shift, a little girl--8, maybe 9 at the most--looks up from her book (A Little Princess, incidentally), peers at him, and demands that he come sit with her and cheer up.
He doesn't go into details, of course--not because she's a little girl, but because he doesn't know what he would say--but he admits that he isn't sure how, and the girl immediately takes matters into her own hands. And his.
So if you happen to see him in the library during his shift, arranging books on the shelves or carrying a stack back to its proper location, you might notice he now has glittery nail polish on.
It's purple.
And even if he knows you, he isn't going to talk about it. He just smiles (and indeed, it's a little more relaxed than before) and waves.]
Hey, do you need anything?
III. (the one when I remember he's a college student)
[And a pretty good student, at that, even if he couldn't care less about graduating. His major is philosophy, of all things. FREE HIM FROM THIS TEDIOUS LIFE.
But no, he enjoys it well enough, actually. Maybe not his major, per se, which he'd literally picked by closing his eyes and pointing--but the classes he actually chose properly, like political science, or international studies. His workload isn't the heaviest, but that doesn't free him from the burden that his homework. And, just like any responsible college student, Yamato's waited until the last minute to finish writing an essay that's due in... oh... 45 minutes.
Whoops.
It's a familiar sight on campus--some poor student sitting at a table outside, hurried typing away on a computer and glancing at the clock. But of course the world can't go easy on him, which is why a light breeze sweeps past, scattering the papers he'd already printed out and thoughtlessly left on top of his bag.]
Ah, no no no--! [He lunges across the table to try and catch a few, but that jostles his coffee cup enough to knock it over, and he's forced to let them go in order to grab his laptop and his bag, saving them from Coffee Stain Doom. Anybody around will be treated to the rare sound of Yamato colorfully swearing in both English and Japanese, because why. Why.]
IV. (the wildcard)
[Got something else you want to do? Feel free! I'm open to just about anything.]
(ooc: If you'd like to see the in-canon version of sandanzuki and Kashuu's explanation of it, you can watch here, at 7 minutes and 57 seconds. But the tl;dr is that yams can hit people better now and he's confused about it so he gets his nails done by a kid and suffers like a typical college student. COME SAVE HIM.)
