# Yashamaru versus Katana_Ashigaru & BennosukeMiyamoto

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### Yashamaru versus Katana_Ashigaru & BennosukeMiyamoto

(09:11:41\pm) † Yashamaru † Yashamaru stood high atop the mist-ridden earth, the soles of his tabi resting comfortably upon several stalks of bamboo. His strikingly long yet lithe silhouette oscillated due to the heavy winds which blew at this height but did little to disperse the thin veil of vapor that clung to what many would consider to be the "trunks" of the bamboo stalks. Although he had been trained through the years to become accustomed to extreme cold, it was not what Yashamaru considered to be comfortable, the wind's intangible fingers slipping through the openings of his indigo yukata, caressing his lissome limbs in a way which would have made him shiver if he were not focused on the upcoming battle. The length of Yashamaru's kesa, or scarf, that had not been wrapped about the lower half of his face as well as his shoulders flowed freely in the night's breeze, the cloth of the kesa giving off a faint crack every time the strength of the wind picked up. The custom tekkos he had prepared for his various encounters only differed slightly from the more traditional version, featuring a thin sheet of durable cloth which was meant to be worn on the fighter's hands, holes having been cut for both Yashamaru's knuckles and fingers while the sleeves of his yukata, from the forearm down, were tucked into the tekko, bound by cloth and protected by a light plate of steel. In similar fashion, his complementing indigo hakamas had also been tucked into the kyahans he wore upon his shins, so that the pants clung to his legs from below the knee to the ankle, while his thighs were unbound by any constricting material. Situated snugly within the folds of his obsidian obi was the Ukigumo, Yashamaru's tanto, which when coupled with his use of senbon and kunai, along with other weapons, gave Yashamaru the ability to fight from a fair distance away or within melee range of his opponent. Smiling beneath the shroud his scarf provided, the argent radiance of the moon shone down upon his form, filtering through the stray strands of ebon hair that came loose from the incessant winds as well as brightening the faint amber hue of his eyes. "It's a beautiful night. It seems sad it shall be sullied with the death of others."

(09:22:47\pm) .: Katana_Ashigaru :. seen within the bamboo forest was a figure, standing silently; waiting and watching. The metallic bottom of his right zori was placed against the top of the cut-off bamboo stalk; his left leg seeming to hover right over the top of his foot. If one were to gaze upon him from a distance they would see the full moon shining behind him. Katana Ashigaru had his eyes shut from underneathe of his sun hat; he seemed to be in a trance perhaps mu. The same guts of wind that had loosed yashamaru's hair blew the tattered edges of katana's haori. On his back a rather large gourd was strapped to him, whether something was held in it or not was indeterminable at the current distance katana stood at. He let out a long, yet controlled, a thin wire seen from his right hand connecting to one of his swords, although its destination was also undetermined. At the samurai's left side there was a katana: the rather long, elegant blade rested gently at his side. He hopped down from the tall bamboo stalk and landed softly upon the terra firma. His eyes opened, the piercing gaze of his yellow irises seemed as startling as shattering glass. He lowered his left hand to the hilt of sodom, his katana, and drew the blade. He also shifted his right foot forwards; his body juxtaposed to the other stalk that seemed to be very similar to his own. Once drawing sodom he raised his right hand outwards, stancing himself in the gatotsu stance; his movements seemed to be in phases, and simultanious with his counter part. His eyes glaring from underneathe the abysmal shadow that his sun hat had casted over his face; his footing spread, his form ready.

(09:54:30\pm) -BennosukeMiyamoto- BennosukeMiyamoto stepped forward sluggishly, his body's lethargic movements were comprable to that of a vagabond. The gi he wore with both sleeves torn off jaggedly. His tall thin figure slumped over as he brought his right hand across his chest, pulling the achromic. Those azure optics fixated to the man before him, as the plait he wore down his back, that rested at nearly halfway down his frame blew haphazardly with a meager wind. His right hand coming down now, to his left side, grasping the bandage wrapped hilt of Jigoku, drawing it foreward with a sudden fluidity to his movements. His left foot extended forward, the zori sandals he wore bent the bent a acuminously spiked length of bamboo. Stepping over it, the metal plated zori, matted the lush growth. His back was now to his brother, as the haori he wore fluttered at ends. The waving image of the kanji for Sun seemed to be projected forth in a crimson color. His left hand pushed foreward, as the kisaski of of jigoku rested in the 'tigers mouth' the area between his index and thumb. The moon resided at an apical place in the sky, the bright glow was enough to break through the mist about them, Bennosuke's body seeming to effluviate an ethereal aphotic light.

(03:58:11\pm) -BennosukeMiyamoto- His right hand fell along his side, catching hold of the wrapped bottom of jigoku. Allowing his left hand to draw, Fukushu from over his shoulder, pointing the kisaski skyward, moonlight streaking across the smooth steel. The kisaski of Jigoku was now extended to the right hand side, parallel to the gaia. Crouching down against the ground as Yashamaru's form blurred from physicallity, the tip of Kunai merely clipped a thin strand of hair from atop his cranium. Taking on the stance for the Ni-Ten Ichi Ryu; Two Heavens As one. There was a building of moonlight along the mune of Fukushu, the immaculate light seemed to be ethereal in apperance. Employing the Hiten Mitsurugi-Ryu; Rai Ryu Sen, manipulating the massing of light, he shot the beams into the eyes of Yashamaru; This serving to blind him for the time being. A pooling of liquids were now along his heel as he brought the mass of his weight onto the heel of his left foot.

(04:41:55\pm) .: KatanaAshigaru The myriad of constant images increased explosively the particles of water in the mist an attribute to the prolific amounts of images. Each one of the images an apparent vantage point for the samurai; able to at any time ambush from one of the images. He kept his yellow irises fixated on the shukuchi user, each image facing where Yashamaru was standing: each one of the images similar to a gateway for him. From ing within the thick bamboo brush: katana's weapon, sodom, came soaring through and aimed to stab right through the head of Yashamaru, taking in mind the motion of his pirhouette and calculating the path of the blade to stab right through his temple as he soon finished his spinning motion. It was obvious why he hid his images half way behind the bamboo trees, to allow the kunai's motion to become hindered; he continued moving, whether the kunai had an edge to it or not was irrelevant. The image that the kunai was thrown at had used the bamboo stalks to catch the dagger-like blade. Simultaniously with the kunai landing the image that was standing next to the tree faded from sight, the plethora of other images increasing in numbers, rather than dwindling. :.

(04:56:47\pm) -Bennosuke`Miyamoto- Bennosuke's right foot was drenched within the crimson liquid that seemed to be nostalgic of blood. Bringing himself, to the right hand side of Yashamaru. Juxtaposed to the beings body, the debris merely connected against his shoulder, and the last pooling of the liquid. His movement's took on a certain autonomy, The Okuri-Ashi he performed brought him into a broad sweeping motion. Propelling himself toward the form of Yashamaru as he finished his risquè movement, spiraling. The extention of Fukushu in his left hand, brought the radiant rays of moonlight into a palpable mass, giving his blade the projection to be of a much longer shape; Possibly a masamune. With the expanse that the blade covered between the back of Yashamaru and the body of Bennosuke, he lunged foreward, his right foot riding along the serriform edge of his blade. A spark manifested itself, along the blade's edge. The spark brought the entierty of his appendage into a burning flame. The liquid continued to be expelled from the bottom of his zori-sandal. The liquid was discharged in the close space, the rest of the pressurized sack, bursting forth onto the back of Yashamaru. The conglomeration of the flamming liquids to the back of Yashamaru provied a terrace for attack. His foot closed the avenue between them rapidly; there wasn't enough space for a speedy movement on the opposing parties side. His foot flaming wildly seemed to explore the rage within his eyes. The mass of flames palpated along the bottom of his hakama but to no avail, the oddly colored fabric that was sewn into the material there, wouldn't hold rapidly oxidize, as the dried matting of his zori did. The ascension of his foot was aimed to thrust Yashamaru into the air, his mouth spoke quietly, perhaps finishing the speech of Katana, as were there nature. " ....For the path of death.." His words, were underbreath and poorly spoken. They served their purpose, as those glinting iris' flashed violently, serving to only make his rage even more tangible.

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