Post by Hagane Sekino on Oct 9, 2019 5:37:26 GMT
Hagane let out a grunt as he swung, his katana moving in practiced, precise motions as he trained in his house’s back yard, the cool wind of autumn helping keep him from overheating. A lot of teachers at the dojo often spoke about only drawing one’s Katana when strictly necessary, but they also weren’t training to become heroes, and Hagane figured that he would need as much familiarity with his blade as possible for the upcoming trials. He’d seen the students in his class, and had met a couple of higher years, and knew he would need to be on top of his game if he hoped to compete.
With a calm breath, the teen drew his prized blade back towards himself, holding it perpendicular to his body as he reached out to grasp the metal with his left hand. Pale skin began to shift in colour and texture as he used his quirk, body replicating the titanium of the blade as his arm transformed. Soon, the muscled teen’s flesh was replaced up to his shoulder with the world’s most durable material, and he began to practice once more. Strikes, blocking, slashing, grabbing. He had slowly developed this style since his thirteenth birthday, when his Dad had gifted him this fully sized weapon as a celebration of attaining his 1st-Dan in Kendo.
Speaking of... it was only a few minutes later that Hagane heard their front door creak loudly open, and stopped in his motions to turn around and make his way to their porch, scooping up the scabbard for his weapon and quickly sheathing it. Careful to use his still skin arm, he opened the door to the house and quickly peeked his head around the corner to see his father. “Hey Dad, where were you?” He asked in greeting. Then he noticed the flecks of red upon his father’s suit, beneath his mask. “Wait, yo, Dad! Are you okay?!” He quickly rushed over, arm’s coming up to grab him by the shoulders as gently as he could.
With a calm breath, the teen drew his prized blade back towards himself, holding it perpendicular to his body as he reached out to grasp the metal with his left hand. Pale skin began to shift in colour and texture as he used his quirk, body replicating the titanium of the blade as his arm transformed. Soon, the muscled teen’s flesh was replaced up to his shoulder with the world’s most durable material, and he began to practice once more. Strikes, blocking, slashing, grabbing. He had slowly developed this style since his thirteenth birthday, when his Dad had gifted him this fully sized weapon as a celebration of attaining his 1st-Dan in Kendo.
Speaking of... it was only a few minutes later that Hagane heard their front door creak loudly open, and stopped in his motions to turn around and make his way to their porch, scooping up the scabbard for his weapon and quickly sheathing it. Careful to use his still skin arm, he opened the door to the house and quickly peeked his head around the corner to see his father. “Hey Dad, where were you?” He asked in greeting. Then he noticed the flecks of red upon his father’s suit, beneath his mask. “Wait, yo, Dad! Are you okay?!” He quickly rushed over, arm’s coming up to grab him by the shoulders as gently as he could.
