#narukamiis

The whistle of a naginata’s blade slicing cleanly through the air disturbed the otherwise pristine silence of the grounds of Tenshukaku– though it was not uncommon for the clamor of training warriors to be heard throughout the confines of Inazuma City, Ei generally preferred to keep to herself in order to maintain her complete focus over her body’s movements. 

Distraction would cost you your life, after all. The battlefield was not a place to hesitate, nor was it a place to focus on anything but the opponent in front of you. In the flames of war, her signature naginata fit perfectly in the palm of her hands, and it functioned as an extension of her physical form rather than a weapon. 

A grimace crossed her features as she continued the motion of her swings, distracted only by sweat dripping into her eyes and causing a vicious sting. It was followed by a sharp breath as she brought her forearm to her face, sweat-slicked bangs sticking to her forehead. The huff of frustration that followed was uncharacteristic of her normal demeanor, but she found herself unable to care as she stepped closer to the wall in order to carefully lean her naginata against it. Muscles in her shoulders ached, and a calloused hand came up to rub at the tender flesh– now would be a better time than any to take a brief moment to regain her focus.

         she has piqued his interests quite quickly. more-so, because he is pretty well versed in one matter over the other. and the fact that. she is asking.

“Of course, thank you.” Speaking in understanding as the other Kitsune began guiding her. Quietly, respectfully following her and keeping her tails from swinging about too much. Upon seating herself atop knees and heels, the same tails neatly curl on the floor behind  while awaiting her go ahead to speak.

“Perhaps yours was less...traumatic if not more humiliating.” He murmurs, idly opening one of the books, titled ‘The Man of Snakes’. Despite the plain title it was a decent read, the ones scattered nearby are much more interesting than this one, this one however feels more appropriate at the moment as his eyes scan the lines, a faint shiver through his frame still wound tightly in the blanket, clearly still cold despite his efforts.

Then of course, there was the poor, poor bastards that found themselves at the Shrine head’s idea of humorous.

He could already feel the static, mildly itchy feeling snapping across his skin like the warning signal of a serpent. Try as they please to dance around each other in the nature of politeness, actions never failed in painting the clearer picture, of how in this moment, that idea of being so utterly goddamn screwed never roared louder then the fox-ish way the Guuji’s eyes edged closed.

Life requires the diminishing of pride for many, at the hope of seeing a brand new day. Thoma of course naturally realizes this.

”So I see! Well--” Staring potential murder in the face always had a way of drawing wind underneath the sails.

“I’d like you to know I’ve taken care of the issue of crass words being spread. But, I believe I might’ve caught you at an unbeneficial hour, now if you don’t mind if I’d take my leave--”