Post by Koden Vallen on Feb 25, 2014 3:02:32 GMT
It was latter in the evening and Vallen had just finished all the daily chores assigned to him, picking up some of the slack from a certin person's absence. So by the time he was done there was a lot less time so instead of cleaning up he just took the time to make his official training Gi as clean as possible. The amount of respect and honor that Vallen had for even being allowed to wear it was something he couldn't hope to explain. So he demonstrates his feelings by taking such immaculate care of his Gi. The rest of himself, not so much. Vallen was known to have an odor about him from how hard he works. He puts so every bit of himself into every task and that can make a boy his age perspire something fierce. When some of the stupider children try to mock him for that, or anything really, Vallen always responds the same. You should be working harder. As he continues about his chores or training.
Putting on his usual thick winter kimono with old grass and blood stains on it. It was fine for the most part because it was a deep black kimono. It didn't have anything special about it as it was meant to be ruined through training and no one trained harder than Vallen. One other person trains just as much as Vallen but no one trains more. He's a dedicated kid and his parents know well enough that it would be a waste of money just to go get him nice things at this age. For now he just changed and left, racing out into the biting winter air once more to make it to the training grounds before he had to get to sleep.
On this particular evening he was more perturbed than usual. His best friend( not that he would ever admit it) and rival was away on a mission that was not only above Vallen's pay grade but would take forever too boot. Normally Vallen and he would fight for a few hours,not necessarily keeping track of Wins and losses openly. Though if truth was to be told it was dead even for the most part. The Two were well matched and they knew each other well, having grown up rivals in everything. It was one of the reason's he tried so hard. For now he walked through the cold night air to an open training area. HE did however have one pleasant thought. At least for tonight he didn't have to use wooden swords he could use his real Katana and Wakazashi which he prefered over the wooden Boken.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Vallen unsheathed his swords, each hand arcing over his head in a traditional start to a dual for his style. His eyes remained closed as he envisioned his foe before him. Kentai, the child of the general and Vallen's rival for as long as they have known each other. Vallen's left hand held his Wakazashi, always ready at waist level. His Right hand held his Katana above his head with the tip pointed down at his enemy. With his sideways stance,the Niten Ichi-ryu style of sword fighting was known for it's versatility and it's leathality. His body was tense,his knees bent not locked. He may have been just a student but he had the basic stance well practiced. Though Vallen knew Kentai was no less a swordsman in his style and held a great deal of respect for him as a combatant and training partner. So envisioning him as his opponent made it all the more challenging a mental exorcise.