It was a quiet day at the office of the Kazekage tower. The Grid was offline and doing maintenance. Keystone was empty, due to a minor malfunction with the heating. The place was freezing and so the Steward was 'put out' in the sense that he could not operate there until the place was return to normal. Sousuke decided to visit the Dojo, after all he hadn't been to the home of the Toraono clan in a week. Last week they had feasted him for some major event... one which Sousuke was not too concerned about. The good thing about a feast though was the leftovers which Sousuke resorted to as his source for substance.
The Steward stood surrounded by target dummies. Upon the destruction of one, two more would appear. Once those two were destroyed, then three would pop up. This was part of the dojo's training exercise. He was using the Toraono's dummy system for practice. The Steward took in a deep breath. Eight targets, then sixteen, and onward and onward. The Steward wondered exactly if there was a limit before the entire room was full of dummies. The problem of course was ... the room. It was small for Toraono standards, but Toraono standards were huge in Sousuke's opinions. He gripped his choice of weapon being the black blade. He did a mental countdown to himself. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One."<i></i> The Steward began warping around the room slashing up various dummies, and then they began to replicate. The Steward continued his assault of hacking and slashing. Once their numbers grew he activated his steel plated armour. The Steward encased himself in steel plate and continued his assault, once the puppets were out of slashing range he proceeded to blast them a distance. A few hand seals and he held out his palm and proceeding the targets. The strategy worked until again the numbers proved to be slightly overwhelming.
The Steward then summoned the next phase of his armour which was still in development. The Steward was now encased in a steel exoskeleton with a completed helmet. The design was somewhat blocky but was meant for speed. The Steward resorted back to using the black blade. His form flickered through the room slashing targets and blasting them with even more fire power. Eventually the suit of armour overheated and had to cool. Sousuke himself was getting out of breath so he stopped. He unsummoned the experimental armour, and then his current set. He was out of breath. Sweat was pouring down his temples. "Too much heat, too quickly... the second stage is meant to last longer."<i></i> The Steward shook his head. "One-hundred thirty-two down... within thirty-seven seconds. I would think Lady Azame would be ..."<i></i> Sousuke paused thinking for the word. "Content?"<i></i> His sword instructor would then proceed to state that he could do better. Of course when your instructor is the Lady Azame ... everything could be done better.
(Kuro pop in when you can ... be it with Kuro, or Azame.)
The Steward stood surrounded by target dummies. Upon the destruction of one, two more would appear. Once those two were destroyed, then three would pop up. This was part of the dojo's training exercise. He was using the Toraono's dummy system for practice. The Steward took in a deep breath. Eight targets, then sixteen, and onward and onward. The Steward wondered exactly if there was a limit before the entire room was full of dummies. The problem of course was ... the room. It was small for Toraono standards, but Toraono standards were huge in Sousuke's opinions. He gripped his choice of weapon being the black blade. He did a mental countdown to himself. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One."<i></i> The Steward began warping around the room slashing up various dummies, and then they began to replicate. The Steward continued his assault of hacking and slashing. Once their numbers grew he activated his steel plated armour. The Steward encased himself in steel plate and continued his assault, once the puppets were out of slashing range he proceeded to blast them a distance. A few hand seals and he held out his palm and proceeding the targets. The strategy worked until again the numbers proved to be slightly overwhelming.
The Steward then summoned the next phase of his armour which was still in development. The Steward was now encased in a steel exoskeleton with a completed helmet. The design was somewhat blocky but was meant for speed. The Steward resorted back to using the black blade. His form flickered through the room slashing targets and blasting them with even more fire power. Eventually the suit of armour overheated and had to cool. Sousuke himself was getting out of breath so he stopped. He unsummoned the experimental armour, and then his current set. He was out of breath. Sweat was pouring down his temples. "Too much heat, too quickly... the second stage is meant to last longer."<i></i> The Steward shook his head. "One-hundred thirty-two down... within thirty-seven seconds. I would think Lady Azame would be ..."<i></i> Sousuke paused thinking for the word. "Content?"<i></i> His sword instructor would then proceed to state that he could do better. Of course when your instructor is the Lady Azame ... everything could be done better.
(Kuro pop in when you can ... be it with Kuro, or Azame.)