心眼通

-]– ;; What a grand stage for a newly formed holiday. The spirit of the stoned, those whose minds were sky high in a completely different sense.. This was their day to be recognized. It would be only the anthem of maestro of words Snoop Dogg that a revelation was underway!

-]– ;; Steps as a dramatic shounen esque scene begins.

//Whose callin a nerd. You nerd.

-]– ;; How long had it been since they’ve reached the golden light at the tunnel’s end? In honesty the macabre themed marathon promised to be handle had met its end. (At least for this October of many.) The swordsman who pondered the sentiment at this point could care less. The heart pulsing thrills that weren’t up his ally at the least bit finally came to a close. So what had ritual post celebration contained? Something that anyone knew him remained very much aware of.

Training.

A countless span of hours tallied up as a form of stress relief.

After finally making his way back into the esteemed inn that, those blissfully sore muscles earned their chance to unwind. Comfort was soaked in as the familiar scenery and now faces was here to welcome him. While a volley small chat ranging from ‘How are yous’ to bad puns (to the swordsman dismay) was made, not even for a second would a change an inch. What did confuse him would be the share of known smiles but the lack of a familiar figure who dropped by to welcome him. ‘Work must’ve snagged her again. Heh. I can’t lose out to the ethic of her’s either.’

Further thought was promptly stomped the moment a gourmet aroma faintly wafted through the hall towards his room. Sanageyama would know from a mile away, of course it’d be one of the delicacies he held a shameless penchant in enjoying. Oh the lucky son of a gun that got to savor it.

If only he knew who that ‘son of a gun’ was going to be. The answer had revealed itself the second he slid the rice paper door.

“...Ah?” Not only did he discover the source of the treasure food, it’d belong to a miniature army of chocolate bats. All the brave fighters were gathered up into a bag, the angry expressions designed onto them directing their beady gazes to the room holder. With the door sliding shut after he stepped in, the awaiting sugar rush was swept up into his hand with a sense of care normally not held. All for good reason.

These were a one of a kind on a certain day, all on a day where his spirit was constantly trying to break free from it’s fleshy constraints due to fear. As the scarlet bow was gently unraveled it came. Sanageyama could easily imagine the sight of a cheerful grin, one he held in fondness one of the choco-bats were chomped upon. The strength of reason made these things taste even better than they originally wore. An appreciatively goofy smile was donned in a heartbeat.

“Turnin’ those demons into somethin’ fun, ah? I’m gonna have to pay that hard worker right back later on.”

It’d be fine even if they couldn’t visually meet for a day or two.

-]– ;; Funny how his body held the tenacity to adjust. Once the subtle tempo of his steps were haphazardly reduced to a halt, within that short span of time did he shoot a glance of surprise towards the lug who held a surprisingly sense of humor. A new situation unwrapped; a small window presented itself for to act unless a few dislocated bones was the fate he wanted to embrace! Switching from foot first to head, the sight of those sharply lined stairs flashed across his sight before his body tapped into instinct.

Jutting a hand forward, the dusty expanse of the stair would bare the brunt of his weight as a landing was made. Shifting his weight by his terms compared to gravity’s, Sanageyama then sprung off the limb and resumed the descent with an agile flip in the air. The bit of air time gained would be used to position himself, nailing a safe landing upon his rear upon the metallic railing of the staircase instead. Riding the momentum as he slid down to the bottom level, a content cheer could be proudly heard on the way down.

Always keep on your toes. That style of living had been ingrained into them ever since the days they followed the radiance of Honnouji’s leader whom they held dear. So it should come as no surprise that dangerous antics could also fall into their lifestyle, at least when it came to the physical powerhouses of the Academy. Nudging him off the rail and back onto proper ground, a grin that bolstered the promise of a unbridled challenge flashed across the lips of Sanageyama Uzu!

“Neither in the highest heavens or lowest hell could I let it be that easy for ya now. Take it that’s your sign we took off to the training room?”

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-]– ;; Her burst of spiritual strength from a prospect of a good meal was undeniable. Before his sewn gaze lied a road that intended to incinerate him on the spot if he dared to handle it half-heartedly. Challenge however remained a strong suit that Sanageyama intended to embrace until the end of his days. Bringing up a hand to grip at the ivory cloth of his coat, the jacket was quickly discarded in dramatic display as those steps forward were taken. “Can’t say I expected anything less! So I made sure we kept it on even grounds here.”

“Just like you--” He began to explain assumed the position; one hand braced upon the Earth as he equalized his weight. “Not one ounce of a proper meal refueled this form of mine all day so far. So the ledge of advantage is non-existent is this one. Exactly how I like it for people I wanna beat!”

Let the road of a demanding appetite be the key to breakneck speed!

Anyone from miles around could feel the flames of DETERMINATION that threatened to spill from the swordsman’s being within this golden set moment. A specific balance had been found, allowing himself to balance effortlessly off the strength of a single arm. A tilt of his head be given towards Chie’s direction, his brow knitted in concentration showcased his seriousness.

-]– ;; “What is--”

An invisible weight was found, a source to be embraced in the profound silence that they began to share. Before his eyes lied a gift that held no easily handled weight in the script of his life. The trained eyes of the swordsman had wasted mere seconds in fully collecting care, detail and effort into the crafted sword before him. A few steps were taken forward, a small make up to compensate for the words that effectively halted within his throat.

Part of Sanageyama had to wonder if she realized the meaning behind giving him such. Naturally did a bolstered wind of emotion that held ‘thankfulness’ stormed through his heart. Moreso did the underlying sense of responsibility that came with taking the blade into his hand. To these calloused hands of his, there was a story to be accepted the moment a new blade was to join by his side. The past roused from it’s memory to momentarily ensnare him.

Aside from the scarred blade that served as the starting spark for his delinquent livelihood, there had been another important mark in the form of another kendo sword.

It’d be the one personally bestowed to him by Kiryuin Satsuki herself. She was a woman whom he considered not only a truly respected rival and leader. She was considered someone who he’d protect with his life by pure instinct. Her ambitions, her drive, there hadn’t been a day since they hadn’t spiraled within him resolutely once he took the weighted hilt into his hand. Fast forwarding to now. Not a second thought was given before he reached out, a firm grasp taking hold of the gift.

He was positive that she didn’t nearly hold such a request in return for this. A blade isn’t only meant as a method of survival in times of hardship, to Sanageyama Uzu, they also served as brush to create the paths to unforgettable people. Could this be a sign that a new chapter of his was about to unfold? For what reason?

If his start had been a defiant slash of rebellion against a sibling’s shadow..

To the next being a tempered stab to pierce through the apparently endless darkness, all in order to seek the tomorrow they desperately wanted to embrace..

Shouldn’t this next attack be in his name? Isn’t it time for him to embrace the future by his own means?

With a war against the chaotic fibers drawn to a curtain close, the opportunity to further himself once more had been granted. A new, peaceful and adventure filled purpose would be instilled in this blade. As a satisfied grin bloomed upon his features, a testing slash that effortlessly cleaved the sky was made.

Now wasn’t the time for his tempo to be exhausted!

“Heh.”

“If this is your aim, than so be it, Arisato Minako.” Excitement shone clearly within his once hazed eyes, that element completely dispelled. Hoisting the blade over his sturdy shoulders seemed like second nature. It was fine if his true thoughts hadn’t tapped the surface of reality. Hopefully his actions alone would be enough to showcase his emotions. They were the method of language he excelled at best after all.