Yamazaki Ikkadan, a seemingly normal boy, created for an irregular birth. If we were to really reveal his true age, it would only be 3 weeks, by a general standard. He was birthed through means of love and fruition. The fruits of his two parents' love; an unshakeable resolve to have a child. However, the process that led up to the young boy's birth was something that had greatly harmed his Suzuhime-obasan. It was something that he felt guilty for, as if he struck her down with his own two hands. That gut-wrenching feeling of guilt would cause him to seek out a way to grow as a person, and in strength.
Ever since the day at the Yamazaki estate, Ikkadan became completely fascinated by a man they called 'Kuro'. He was a beast of immense strength, and that was something that tingled Ikka's taste buds. Not that he wanted to lick the human-fur-beast or anything.
As the odd gust from the surface above would cause the boy to shudder with a briskness. He didn't really like the cold, nor did he like the dark for that matter. What, can't a boy have a fear? Ikkadan would approach the Dojo, awing it in marvel to the craftsman for his beautiful work. The entrance would seem big, mighty and a sheer emphasis on the power that its owner may have. Ikka didn't know the protocol for entering the Dojo, and nor did the person who directed him towards the Sennin's place of training. Well, this could get awkward.
Ikkadan would stand momentarily before chapping the large door with his gloved hand. Although, upon doing this, he would also creak open the overbearingly large door with a hesitating look over his face. "Kuro-dono!" He would exclaim in search for the beast, his voice hinting to his desperation. And perhaps there was another reason for coming here, albeit that it was something hidden in the back of his mind, but he couldn't help but want to apologise to Kuro for hurting his partner.
He needed to do that much.
Ever since the day at the Yamazaki estate, Ikkadan became completely fascinated by a man they called 'Kuro'. He was a beast of immense strength, and that was something that tingled Ikka's taste buds. Not that he wanted to lick the human-fur-beast or anything.
As the odd gust from the surface above would cause the boy to shudder with a briskness. He didn't really like the cold, nor did he like the dark for that matter. What, can't a boy have a fear? Ikkadan would approach the Dojo, awing it in marvel to the craftsman for his beautiful work. The entrance would seem big, mighty and a sheer emphasis on the power that its owner may have. Ikka didn't know the protocol for entering the Dojo, and nor did the person who directed him towards the Sennin's place of training. Well, this could get awkward.
Ikkadan would stand momentarily before chapping the large door with his gloved hand. Although, upon doing this, he would also creak open the overbearingly large door with a hesitating look over his face. "Kuro-dono!" He would exclaim in search for the beast, his voice hinting to his desperation. And perhaps there was another reason for coming here, albeit that it was something hidden in the back of his mind, but he couldn't help but want to apologise to Kuro for hurting his partner.
He needed to do that much.