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Subject Post 12Subject: Re: Unabara Training Grounds Henrex Sun Mar 26, 2017 10:08 am
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THE INSANE RAVEN'S POST
Artist: Sword of the Stranger - Song: Ihojin No Yaiba - Word Count: 856
The goal of mastering his eyes was only part of what the full goal was. It was the first thing that he wanted to do. With this new light in front of him, he wished to perfect it. Yes, it seemed simple, but it was something that would give him the drive to continue this evolution in body and mind. It was a mere stepping stone in the journey that fate had give him. As he felt the stone-like gaze of the Unabara bore into the form of Henrex as he rose to his feet, his own eyes shimmering in the light as they met Tsubasa's own.
As the gravity in the area shifted and expanded, Henrex's eyes flicked upwards, seeing the expansion of the gravity well with his own eyes, before Tsubasa's arm moved yet again, causing the dissipating of the well entirely. As he turned and began to walk into the yard, Henrex followed suit, his eyes flicking around from object to object. The attendant that appeared seemingly out of nowhere did not go unnoticed by Henrex. His own focus -- albeit on a much lower level than Tsubasa's -- was able to keep track on a deep level of understanding with the many things that registered into his mind.
His eyes quickly switched to the item that she was holding, a single sword made of a metal of some sort. Perhaps it was an Asauchi? As his eyes spun slowly in the sockets, they quickly locked onto the blade of the sword. As the EMS began to skim over the blade, the way that the blade was crafted, the tint of how the normally shining, crystal clear metal would be, and there were noticeable differences against something like his Zanpakuto, a proper weapon that was built for cutting. This...this was not. It was a prop, something that was meant to be put out on display.
But, with someone like Tsubasa, he had no doubts that he could turn something as plain and ordinary as that into a deadly weapon. It was like when he was introduced to a bokken -- a wooden sword -- for the first time. At first glance, it seemed so weak and ineffective as a weapon because it was made from wood. But, he had not only witnessed the weapon's strength, but also done it himself. He had killed hundreds of people with a bokken alone. So, while it was a bit strange for him to have a technically fake weapon in his hands, it had the potential and the correct wielder to use it in a way that it would be considered real.
So, the cold, but sullen gaze of the male would be partially pinned to the blade of the weapon at all time, with at least one eye. But, as he sat down next to the koi pond, outside the Home of the Unabara, he was asked a question that he...had never really thought of. What were his strengths and weaknesses? It was something that took him aback at first, his eyes widened slightly from the initial surprise of the question. Turning his head to the ground, the boy searched through the depths of his mind to discover the answer...or answers.
What made him who he was? What were the things that made him rise above everything that the world had thrown at him, and conquer it all?
Blinking twice, and turning his head to look at the weapon at his side, he knew that his swordsmanship was one of the answers. But, as he looked at the sword, he could feel the answers flowing into him. His memories flowed back into his brain. And with that, Henrex had figured out what he was.
"My strengths are -- my swordsmanship, my speed, my versatility, my adaptability...and my heart."
Those final two words would be what brought the eyes of the Raven to close. The heart was his greatest strength. There were many reasons for something like that to be an answer. For him, the aspects of his heart always was what held him together, and helped him push through. For him, his mind, heart, and soul had always been his greatest strengths. But then, he knew that he would have to answer Tsubasa on what his weaknesses were. That was a lot easier to answer, but for everyone, it was a lot harder to admit. No one wished to admit their weaknesses.
So, with a soft sigh, the male swallowed the natural instinct to stop himself from keeping what would normally be secrets, and spoke.
"My weaknesses? If you wanted me to list all of them, we'd be here all day. My physical weaknesses would probably be Kido and Hakuda. I haven't spent much time training in those. Mentally...that's another story. I can't even begin with those."
Shaking his head softly, and lifting his head up, he stared at Tsubasa, wondering what he would say. Were his weaknesses pathetically simple? Would he help him in destroying those weaknesses to gain strength? He hoped so. For him, the path to strength was something he was waning on, and he wished to stay the path, and fulfill his wishes.
“You don't have to kill someone to hurt them.” ― Glitchtale
Henrex's eye twitched slightly as he watched the display of the prop demonstrating the hidden killing power it had. It was like when he saw a bokken for the first time, and laughed at the possibility of a wooden sword being able to be used by someone like Takeshi Masamoto and kill nearly a thousand warriors with the bokken alone. But, once he held and used the weapon for himself, he was able to clearly see that the weapon was very dangerous in the right hands, and even someone who wasn't properly trained could cause some damage -- more collateral damage than anything else, however.
So, the next words that came from Tsubasa were phrased in a way that Henrex wasn't able to fully grasp, but he just nodded his head in pseudo-understanding. The hand-off of the weapon was something that was continuously observed by the Raven, before hearing Tsubasa snap his fingers, and hearing the creaking of doors opening behind him. Turning around with his hand already reaching towards his sword apprehensively, Henrex's gaze locked onto these doors, apprehensive out of nervousness of what lie behind these gates.
As he slowly stepped forward, using his free hand to test the doors and softly push them, yielding no progressive response -- as the doors would not budge. Listening to Tsubasa as he spoke about how the doors were alternatively named "The Gates of Hell" and that they were unable to be opened until one faced their inner hatred, and made peace with the things that they hated about themselves. Now, with the self-confrontation so close at hand, there was one major question...
What did he hate about himself?
It was one of those things that when someone actually were to think about it when the time came, they would not be able to think of a single thing to list -- otherwise, they would normally be able to think of at least ten things to list for something like that. It was ironic how that was affecting him, despite his immense memory capacity. Well, if he couldn't think...perhaps this would force him to.
And it did.
In a single instant, he felt as if the world had been cut off from him entirely. A crushing weight that felt as if he were Atlas, from the myths of the Greeks. The titan that held the world on his shoulders. He knew what this was. It had been spawned from his past, as had most of these things had. It was how he hated himself for being so incredibly weak -- and it wasn't just referring to how he was now. Flashes of the past shot through his head, causing Henrex to squeeze his eyes shut.
No. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by these problems of the past. As a human he had so many limits...but now, as the man he was today, he would break those previous limits. If he hated himself for being weak, he would just keep getting stronger and stronger until he was able to surpass the limits he had before. If he hated himself for being slow, he would get faster. No matter what, he would surpass his limits. Henrex's hand reached outward, his pale fingers wrapping around the door handle.
His eyes shimmered with determination as he rose, beginning to discard the weight that had been so suddenly dropped on him. The red eyes that hung in his sockets slowly began to shimmer white, with rings flowing outward from the pupils. Six rings in total hung around the ends of his eyes, with the red brightening into blue, like litmus paper in an acid. Small sparks flew off the ends of his eyes, and Henrex turned the nob, before pushing the door open. It only cracked open. The weight was not fully gone.
As Henrex slowly felt himself being pushed down again, he could feel memories coming back to him. All of his mistakes and mishaps, all of the ones that had left a profound mark on his mental state, and his future. One by one, he recalled those mishaps in their entirety, taking the time to notice all of the mistakes he had made, and eventually coming to accept what had happened, and that the things of the past were the past -- they were not meant to hold him down from going towards the future. It was arduous, but it worked. The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours, and so on.
Eventually, the Raven was standing once more. He pushed the door, causing it to open further and further as he finally was able to open the door, and push through...
The past had not been forgotten. It had been accepted. Henrex's eyes slowly began to close, before opening once again as he stared into the crimson gaze of his golden-haired instructor. Silence was the only thing that came from him during this time.
Silence was the only thing that was needed at this time.