Jan 14 - Jan 20
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WC 119/CWC 119
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WC 124/CWC 243
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WC 278/CWC 521
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Gains: +35 PL
...+10 STA
...+5 Rest
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Aoi stared at the opening Shinji had created as she halted in her approach.
It wouldn't be very honorable to attack while he's defending another attack, but it wouldn't be honorable to not help my ally out either. And if I am to be training how to slay a demon, I will act as though my opponent is a demon: a being that deserves no honorable defeat!
An aura began to emanate from her as she let out a fierce shout. Making up for her hesistation earlier, the Sentama descendant charged at her sensei and swung her shield at his ribcage, whirling around afterwards in an attempt to hit any part of his body that was exposed.
It wouldn't be very honorable to attack while he's defending another attack, but it wouldn't be honorable to not help my ally out either. And if I am to be training how to slay a demon, I will act as though my opponent is a demon: a being that deserves no honorable defeat!
An aura began to emanate from her as she let out a fierce shout. Making up for her hesistation earlier, the Sentama descendant charged at her sensei and swung her shield at his ribcage, whirling around afterwards in an attempt to hit any part of his body that was exposed.
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Winded, Aoi blinked a few times as she regained her composure. Her Outrage had enabled her to mercilessly attack her sensei in tandem with Shinji, yet she was shocked that she was able to control her inheritance without forcing herself to meditate.
Have I balanced my spirit so well that I can use the Outrage as a blessing instead of a curse?
As her breathing slowed to its calm natural pace, she listened to her sensei's words: now they were to attack him using ninjutsu.
I know a bit of Wind jutsu, but I never tried using it to attack. Only to safely cut and push distant things.
Aoi turns to Shinji and nodded, signaling him to attack first as she removed her shield.
Have I balanced my spirit so well that I can use the Outrage as a blessing instead of a curse?
As her breathing slowed to its calm natural pace, she listened to her sensei's words: now they were to attack him using ninjutsu.
I know a bit of Wind jutsu, but I never tried using it to attack. Only to safely cut and push distant things.
Aoi turns to Shinji and nodded, signaling him to attack first as she removed her shield.
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The girl nodded as she took one of the crystals from Kuro, closed her eyes and began concentrating on the object in her hands.
At first she saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but silence, and felt nothing but the floor and the crystal as she poured chakra into the crystal. A few seconds passed in this relative loneliness, then she felt the earth beneath her pulled out from under her.
I must be brave! My sensei is counting on me!
As she clenched the crystal, she could feel herself drifting downwards until finally she landed on another level. The darkness dissipated revealing a world that was a twisted reflection of reality itself. Whereas Shinji had been to her right just moments ago, an imp now eagerly hopped up and down to her left. The dojo consisted of living, albeit mutilated and bound, sandworms. And their sensei--or rather what would have been their sensei, was some tentacled monstrosity with a single eye staring back at her.
"I was afraid I had to hunt the last one down myself," the demon addressed her as its tentacle reached out and tapped the crystal, etching a twisted design on its surface. "Take this as a memento that I will enjoy watching you suffer for the rest of your days!"
An audible screech woke her from her meditation, sweat drenching her Miko attire. She looked down at the crystal in her trembling hands. The design that Zansatsu had put on the crystal was no longer there, instead replaced with a radically symmetrical design, almost like a perfect crystal blueprint. She glanced around the room, everything seemingly normal now.
Was that nightmare real?
At first she saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but silence, and felt nothing but the floor and the crystal as she poured chakra into the crystal. A few seconds passed in this relative loneliness, then she felt the earth beneath her pulled out from under her.
I must be brave! My sensei is counting on me!
As she clenched the crystal, she could feel herself drifting downwards until finally she landed on another level. The darkness dissipated revealing a world that was a twisted reflection of reality itself. Whereas Shinji had been to her right just moments ago, an imp now eagerly hopped up and down to her left. The dojo consisted of living, albeit mutilated and bound, sandworms. And their sensei--or rather what would have been their sensei, was some tentacled monstrosity with a single eye staring back at her.
"I was afraid I had to hunt the last one down myself," the demon addressed her as its tentacle reached out and tapped the crystal, etching a twisted design on its surface. "Take this as a memento that I will enjoy watching you suffer for the rest of your days!"
An audible screech woke her from her meditation, sweat drenching her Miko attire. She looked down at the crystal in her trembling hands. The design that Zansatsu had put on the crystal was no longer there, instead replaced with a radically symmetrical design, almost like a perfect crystal blueprint. She glanced around the room, everything seemingly normal now.
Was that nightmare real?
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(not even sure if I can post this yet)Gains: +35 PL
...+10 STA
...+5 Rest