The crazy cat [Open]

It was a day like any other for Vallen , he was woken up at 5:30, put through 3 hours of physical training, THEN allowed to shower and eat. Just like every morning the shower was as cold as the food he ate. He only ate a perfectly balanced shake, to keep his body at max capacity. It tasted like 10 week old turnips and smelled the same way. Like every morning he drank it down with a grimace. A grimace he was always punished for. A bamboo stick crashes into his back, instantly welting up. Nothing was ever said, he had to learn without being told. Vallen would have longed for another life, if he knew there was any other option.

After breakfast come combat training, Vallen's favorite time of day. The young boy had an unnatural ability to swing around his large training sword , like so many legendary Samurai before him. Watari held a great deal of promise, if he survived. Most figured since he already defeated most of his entire class, that he would continue to excel. Today was another day of fighting, first up was a 2 one one match against Vallen. The lavender eyed boy figured this was as fair as life would be. He was ready though, his breakfast had him amped and ready to go. Vallen knew just how he was going to “kill” these two.

They both rushed him Ninja A held a kunai close to his chest and started to make hand signs, while the other covered him with a wave of senbom. Vallen spun his back to the men, letting the large sword clang the senbom to the ground. Vallen was unimpressed, until he noticed the water at his feet, that had not been there before. Vallen used Hocho to the left, taking a glance only after he was in motion. Ninja A had created enough water to create a dangerous water dragon. Vallen knew this jutsu was beyond him countering with any thing he had, he had to do something els.

So he ran directly toward the two only now taking his large wooden training sword from his back. Once he grabbed his sword he moved faster, much faster. The weight of the sword on his back and its length hindered his movements that were no longer a problem. With both hands holding his sword to at his side, moving with sure fast steps he used Tatsu to close the gap. He sends his sword towards Ninja B,to get his out of the way. As his sword crashed through a water clone, Vallen kept his momentum and slid on his feet, letting the swords weight carry him for roughly a foot until finishing the 360 Hitohashiri. Truth is, Vallen had planned on that, with Ninja B hiding and ninja A directly in the path of his sword, he would kill them both and his sword wouldn't even have to stop.

Ninja A saw the coming blade and froze in fear, he reralized he was going to die. He never though that with a two one one battle that he would loose, he just didn't. As Vallen's emotionless face comes racing towards him,. Ninja A Panics and pushes the water dragon down as fast as possible. The head of the dragon was larger than Vallen realized, easily encompassing his body. As the Dragon head flew towards him, Vallen smiled. As the water dragon Crashed into the ground he used to be ,Vallen used Tobou to leap up over the dragon and towards it’s caster. Vallen came down on the head of of Ninja A, his sword slicing Ninja A clean in half.

Ninja b watched as his partner was cleaved in half by the large sword. Ninja B was not going to Die the same way. He started to make a hand sign when he noticed Vallen bearing down at him. Vallen noticed the water moving towards a specific direction. The fool was using the water on the floor for a jutsu, so the water had to move to him. Vallen wasted no time in running in the same direction the water was. With a single sweeping blow Vallen sliced at the hidden Ninja B. To avoid the attack he jumped into the air.

As she looked down and saw the water clone dissipate into the ground. It was at this time that he realized that he was about to share his partners fate. He looked up just in time to see the edge of Vallen's large blade cut his arm off. With another lightning quick spin of his body Vallen cut off the opposite leg. As Vallen landed he could hear the 3 thumps of the body parts hit the wet floor. The proctor has the “bodies” removed and declares Vallen the winner. The ninja’s were in fact training dummies with specific tasks, designed to mimic fighting Shinobi. As he did it with such grace and style he was allowed to roam the village for a while.

As Vallen cleaned the sweat and grime off of him in a cold shower he began to notice that his life will be like this for ever, unless he goes up in rank. So he decided that today he would start to find himself a team, A combatant team that would be able to handle this kind of training. He decided that’s what he would do. So while he was free to roam the village he decided to go to the training grounds for the normal students. When he got there it was empty so he decided that he would just play with his sword for a bit.

He started to swing his huge training sword around with one hand. The strokes where VERY powerful but lacked control. The power was such that he could leave dents deep into a tree. That was pretty good considering he was not intending to hit the tree. He switched to a two handed stance and swung the sword with even more power and much much more control, something he picked up from Kentei. The strike smashed the tree to the point that the bark and wood got blasted from the tree, though it had about 4 feet worth of stump left. Vallen continued to practice his swordsmanship, alternating between one and two handed fighting. Switching hands each time for the once handed practice, this after all the best way to get better using either hand.

After a while Vallen’s shoulders started to burn and his body wanted him to stop, so he gave into it and walked back to the village. It was high time he returned his oversized wooden sword, he shouldn’t need it for the rest of the day. As he walked to the Samurai in charge of the training equipment Vallen took the time to polish his sword, returning it in better condition than when he got it. The man greeted Vallen with a hearty smile. All done with that for the day Vallen? the man asked with a happy sounding tone. Vallen responded with a nod and placed the freshly polished sword . Oh man, Every time you return something it’s nicer than when I gave it to you. You have a truly honorable soul Vallen The man said. Everyone in the Village knew Kentei was gone and that Vallen was left behind. So many of the samurai did what they could to try and cheer him up.

Vallen smiled up at the man and bowed, still not saying a word. Letting the loss in his lavender eyes speak for themselves. He wasn’t good with emotions; he had been raised to ignore them. He understood he had then, and was indoctrinated since birth that it’s not having the feelings that defines a Samurai, It’s what you do with the Feelings that defines you. This lesson was the constant line of his father and grandfather before him. The mantra of the males in his direct line and a Samurai philosophy that more than a few subscribed to. So for people to see Vallen touched by such sadness, they can only try and make it better.

So needless to say as Vallen walked through the village people either left him alone or gave him a pleasant greeting. Vallen didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was who he was going to train with now that Kentei was gone. Not 10 minutes after he handed his sword in, he was already yearning to cross blades with Kentei. It was habit more than anything, just something he did to kill time. He and Kentei would fight until forced to go to bed by either injury or parental instance. Tonight however, he was just left to wonder the town. See the sights eh had neglected, maybe meet a new friend. He didn’t hold high hopes for it but he wasn’t ENTIRELY closed off to the idea.

As he walked he heard a commotion, he was too far away but he was a bit curious so he decided to go take a look. As he got closer and closer he started to make out what they were saying and started to with he hadn’t gotten this close, but now he couldn’t ignore it. He Uses Hocho to move through the crowd to get closer, getting away from silence of the night. Then he saw her, the Cat Samurai he had seen once or twice around his Clan’s compound. He remembered the first time he saw her, it was just a glimpse and she was gone. He thought it was a trick of the eye or something until he saw her again. Jumping out of the General’s window and to say he was amazed by her appearance was an understatement, Though her movements and grace quickly outshined any physical feature.

Vallen was usually the one on the bad end of a mean crowd. He focused more on training than hygene and if he wore his hair back, he kind of looks like a girl, a very pretty girl none the less. So instead Vallen just trains and puts his skill as a samurai before anything else and as such isn’t very nice or well liked. Truth be told, Vallen’s only real friend was Kentei and he was gone on a mission for the next year or more. Leaving little Vallen all alone in the Village, which could have made him a target if not for his skill with a blade. So needless to say he wasn’t fond of a crowd of people making fun of anyone, let alone someone the general obviously respected. LISTEN UP SHIT HEADS, NOT ANOTHER WORD. For a moment a section of the crowd did in fact quiet down, if only long enough to see that it was only Vallen. Then they started laughing even harder, pointing at the boy. Yeah right, ya little shit. One of the crowd said, which was received with uproarious laughter.

Vallen was fine with this part, he had thick skin and he would just take it out when he spared with Kentei in his head later. For now he just stood there, not responding not retaliating. He had gotten at least some of the crowd to stop mocking the woman.