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Dravocn Hecoro [ReVamp WIP]
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THE TAI CHI HUMAN TEMPLATE
Tai Chi Human Profile
I. Basic Information» Name:
Tomohiro Budou» Alias:
Dravocn Hecoro, Drav» Birthday:
December, 24th, 609 B.C.» Apparent Age:
Undetermined, though has very strong ties to Buddhist, Taoist, Shinto, and even Nordic and Hindu thanks to relations with Bjorn and Aang. » Association:
Zian-Zi » Physical Appearance Description:
To describe this man's body, in a nutshell, is... difficult. As he was determined to master his body and the energies within and without he had personally crafted his body through skills taught in Shaolin temples supplemented by cultivated energy to craft his flesh into what he deemed to be a lovely mixture of yin and yang. On the outset, he is inherently male, even from a distance it's not difficult to determine his gender. However, through a slightly twisted though not an innately disturbing sense of Feng Shui he had modified his facial structure, muscular and skeletal structure, even his skin to give him a sort of dragon's nest on his body for masculine and feminine energies. To start, his hair is naturally a deep and thick jet black color, as dark as Yin itself, and a testament to his foster mother. Each strand flows down to his lower back smoothly from the two sides of his head and the back, just lilting over his shoulders and down. His hair is uncannily healthy, vibrant despite the color, clean, and almost alive in its own right. His eyebrows are finely trimmed and cleanly stripped into an elegant flow across his brow, just as dark and healthy as the hair atop his head. Despite the length in his hair, he doesn't seem to shed his hair unless it manages to get cut. His eyes are an icy grey-blue, resembling a chasm not uncommonly found in icy mountain terrain, even in the iris there seem to be jagged icy crystals surrounding and pointing toward the dark abyss of his pupils. This is only supplemented by the angular yet soft shape of his eyes and brow, giving the sense that he's seeing right through you to your soul.
His eyes are one thing but as we move beyond the small major organ, we come to the overarching organ that coats even those with fur, the skin, we continue to see the feminine energy coat him. His fleshy exterior is an unnaturally soft sort, made for the destruction of stress regardless of its source, fear, anger, sadness, a mere touch of this velvety soft skin is enough to quell the paranoia of a fearful doe. Its shade is a simple white with a light tan, nothing extravagant, though it does help his aesthetic for beauty to have skin so pristine and free of blemishes from top to bottom. His jaw slides briskly and smoothly down to his sharp and rounded off chin. His nose is small and fine but not mouselike, his entire facial structure just resembles Japanese and Chinese regal beauty, without an ounce of facial or body hair.
Moving on to his shoulders, we glide down his smoothly shaped neck to his tight muscles. His body is after all sculpted like marble, so to say that his body is meek is only a deception due to the clothes he wears. From his shoulders to his ankles, his entire body is coated in strong, tight, muscles that simply ooze masculine energy, tightened and compressed into lean shape so as not to disgust himself from the sheer size he would be otherwise. Having trained his body in what can only be described as "a universal short-distance running then long-distance running" sort of regimen, though of course not just running-wise, he has acquired an abnormally sleek and strong body.
From this point, we move on to his choice in attire. If his body is the masculine energy and his aesthetic appearance is the feminine energy, then his attire must be that of Cheong, the neutral energy. How else would someone usher in this sort of energy? Perhaps he wears gender-neutral clothing? No, nothing so complex. His personality is already sufficiently neutralizing, due to his proclivity to wait and act with precision and patience. Then perhaps his clothing is based on the Yung energy, the intellectual energy beyond positive, negative, and neutral. Also incorrect, as his mind, much like everyone, is already the intellectual energy so long as it learns and uses such a mind. His attire is actually more of a neutralizing agent for balancing out the coloration of his body and hair, as well as a representation of the four energies described. His hair is black so the exterior of his regal outfit is white, his skin is pale, so the color covering his skin is black, the accented trim is gold representing the neutral energy between both yin and yang, all while looking sharp and elegant to represent the intellectual energy. At least, this is his primary outfit and one he is the most known to wear. On occasion, he entertains the modern era's inclination to modern era suits and ties, other times he wears yukata supplemented by geta and tabi. » Physical Appearance Image:
I. Personality Traits» Incomprehensible Patience:
If there was ever a time where he had to be reduced to a singular word, if there was one thing he holds himself to, if there was a name that existed within his being that defined him on its own. It wouldn't be his philosophical mentality, it wouldn't be that he's preachy at times, it wouldn't even be his intelligence. Patience, his patience for progress, his patience for people, his patience for power. His patience is displayed in his smile that he wears without falter. But don't mistake his patience for laziness. Patience isn't the act of doing nothing in the hopes that the thing you want is simply granted to you. You work for what you wish, you put effort into it and do your best to achieve it. Patience is not doing nothing to an injury expecting it to heal in time without treatment, the wound will get infected or you will bleed out if you don't try.
Because of his patience, he much rather prefers to play the long game, much like how Aizen had plotted against the Soul Society for years under their noses with a smile on his face. Whether it be in torturing a person, or simply because of an overarching plan that requires time to get into full swing. He will achieve his goals, the question is how, not when. » Humor:
A lesser key trait of his is the nearly omni-humorous point of view. Similar to a taoist enjoying life as it comes regardless of the depravity that exists in it, Dravocn has a hard time not making himself laugh, even if idiots were threatening to nuke each other simply over a personal dispute. Originally it was a self defense mechanism he had developed to deal with tragedy and painful situations, but it has developed to the extent that he isn't sure if he's laughing because it's funny or if it's because he's uncomfortable anymore. » Confident:
There's a big difference between one's confidence in their skill and one's arrogance in their abilities. Arrogance typically means you disregard the capabilities of another because you feel it will do very little to affect you or your goals. Confidence is knowing your ability to accomplish a task, knowing how well you can accomplish it, knowing you're not perfect but you can try regardless. Dravocn has always thought of himself as humble, not that he denies praise, but he denies exaggeration. Almost everyone has been as weak as he is and therefore everyone can easily be as strong as he is or stronger with enough effort and patience. » Introspective:
As someone who has two or three different reasons to meditate, such as his cultivation, he spends a lot of time in his own head. He sees the world around him much like anyone would. Shoot, thanks to his training and his abilities as an advanced soul, he's probably more aware of his surroundings. Though he catches himself wondering if he's resisting the urge to react or if he's simply disinterested, why he feels angry or why doesn't he and why does he think he should, why does he do something and not another or why does he do something or not do something. His dispassionate yet pervasive passive anger borders on sociopathic. Though considering he knows he does feel empathy for others' pain, he has a hard time associating with that word. In general, he's actually pretty disconnected considering his empathetic approach toward the differences in others. Just as simply, he asks why, how, and what quite often to others as well.... almost mechanical in a way. » Jekyll and Hyde:
Just as Hyde was the Id of Dr. Jekyll, the being that Jekyll was scared to be and the being he wanted to be. The strong, charismatic, confident man that Jekyll did not think himself to be. Dravocn has almost a similar side to him. The difference between himself and those two being that he not only embraces this side of himself but he is still the same person on this side of his coin.
Dravocn can easily be considered patience incarnate, but behind that calm smile is the embodiment of hellish wrath and hate. There are no absolutes, purity is subjective, kindness is also subjective, perspective is everything whether you're right or wrong. Simply because someone is kind and affectionate does not mean that they are without greed or lust. The cruelty, pain, hypocrisy, that mankind and others have called upon themselves and others has not only been witnessed and built up, but created a monster of spite. This side of Dravocn lavishes in a hedonistic euphoria while torturing a cruel or spiritually diseased despicable person. The hellish smile he gains when peeling the skin off of his victim, a rapist, a child molester, a domestic abuser, or simply a man who's cruel for the sake of being cruel. Dravocn embraces this side of himself not because he believes himself to be a punisher of the sinful or damned, but because he knows that he would be incomplete if he resisted the emotions that existed within him. An empty shell does not make a spiritually complete person, one must be in control of themselves not reject themselves. » Likes: » Dislikes:
END OF THE TAI CHI HUMAN APPLICATION
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THE TAI CHI HUMAN TEMPLATE
Tai Chi Human Profile
I. Equipment» Equipment:
(If your character has any equipment, then you should put it in this section. Otherwise, if they don't, do not fill in this section and you can leave it blank.)
I. Natural Abilities & Skills» Skills:
Speed of the Ancients: Through great amounts of training in each of the martial arts that he's practiced, on top of the Lightfoot ability that cultivators learn, Tomohiro has achieved quite a bit of speed. From the evasiveness and mobility of Bagua, to the abrupt striking of Xing Yi Quan, the precision and speed required to use acupressure in combat or Dim Mak, the swiftness of drawing and striking with the blade in most Iaido, with the added motion of cleaning and resheathing the blade in the same blindingly swift moment... all sorts of speed is required for many of these things... having mastered and continued improving upon these arts simply adds to his accomplishment in speed, reaction wise, countering wise, striking, and movement-wise. Never being one to specialize specifically in one form of training, he also has regular training in short-distance and long-distance running to improve his speed and stamina while using such speed.
This speed expands over his entire being, of course, patience is accompanied by decisive action as one waits and thinks before acting. Human speed can only go so far of course, his eyes
Ancient Intelect: If one were to live for so very long and ignore the world around them as it changes and shifts away from what they were used to, then they can only be described as unfit for the new world. Tomohiro, on the other hand, has taken it upon himself to continue learning from the past and the future. The sciences, the philosophies, the understanding of the world around them, the people, and places all changing and advancing. He was an old soul caught up in the newness of it all and made sure to learn and use every bit of information he could get his hands on. Imagine, someone living so long and learning, training, advancing in the mind, body, and soul for eons, the intelligence, understanding, and the sort of being that can come from being around for so long. It's a wonder to behold surely. Now imagine using these mundanities along with the energies a cultivator has in their possession... herbal teas equipped with finely cultivated jing, let alone qi or shen, suits of armor masterfully crafted by an ancient practiced hand, aromatherapy, incense, chemicals, anything added with the advanced energy of a cultivator or the skill of someone so ancient to have mastered each oddity on his own merit alone... someone who didn't just let time pass them by, but learned, grew, and advanced with time... that is intellect, that is knowledge, that is power.
Yijin Jing: This is not a fighting style, but more of an exercise to explain the results of his training over the years. Literally meaning Muscle and Tendon Change, is a manual containing a series of exercises, coordinated with breathing, said to enhance physical health dramatically when practiced consistently. It is a relatively intense form of exercise that aims at strengthening the muscles and tendons, so promoting strength and flexibility, speed and stamina, balance, and coordination of the body. These exercises are notable for being a key element of the physical conditioning used in Shaolin training. (And there is a lot of information on this as well, honestly, but above was the closest to a summary I think I can give)
Baduanjin qigong (Eight Silken Movements): The name of the form generally refers to how the eight individual movements of the form characterize and impart a silken quality to the body and its energy. The Baduanjin is primarily designated as a form of medical qigong, meant to improve health. The Baduanjin as a whole is broken down into eight separate exercises, each focusing on a different physical area and qi meridian.
Iron Shirt: A form of hardstyle martial art exercise believed to help protect the human body from impacts in a fight. This is one of the 72 arts of the Shaolin Temple. Some martial arts are based on the belief that a correctly trained body can withstand more damage than one that is untrained. Iron Shirt is said to be a series of exercises using many post stances, herbs, qigong and body movements to cause the body's natural energy to reinforce its structural strength. Practitioners believe that directing energy to parts of the body can reinforce these parts of the body to take blows against them. In the Shaolin version of Iron Shirt, the practitioner would do things such as lying on a stump or supporting tablets of granite on the chest with the goal of toughening the body.
Iron Palm: A body of training techniques in various Chinese martial arts. It is originally one of the 72 arts of the Shaolin temple. These conditioning techniques are typically meant to condition the hands to allow a practitioner to deliver very powerful blows without injury to his or her hands. Iron Palm is the vernacular for the results of serious training centered mainly on the palm of the hand, although other parts of the hand may also be targeted, and covers many different conditioning methods. Most Iron Palm systems are considered internal, utilizing qigong exercises to train other aspects of development in addition to the external conditioning which ultimately alters the internal structures of the hand, such as the bones and sinews. However, martial artists who practice Iron Palm are not unified in their training and techniques. Some teachers treat their Iron Palm methodology as a valuable secret, and only share their specific techniques, training methods, and herbal remedies with a select few. Not all Iron Palm methods are a martial arts style unto itself, but rather form a special feature of specialized conditioning that appears in many schools of Chinese martial arts. Some non-Chinese martial arts styles, such as Muay Thai and many schools of Karate, also feature hand conditioning, but the term Iron Palm is not typically used to describe these types of training, as they tend not to focus on developing internal power when conditioning the hands for the bone-crushing forces encountered with the striking maneuvers evident in breaking normally "unbreakable" objects.
Martial Artist: As an ancient being who has practiced martial arts since his youth, Tomohiro has mastered several martial arts in his progress through cultivation and self-improvement. Martial Arts such as Baguazhang, Hsing I Chuan, Taijiquan, Iaijutsu, Kung Fu, Daito-ryu Aiki-jujutsu, Dim Mak, and Kenpo are just some of what he has in his arsenal. His favorites to practice are internal martial arts and Iaido, as they allow cultivation through their use, hence the name internal martial arts. External martial arts are more attributed toward exerted force like Karate, Muay Thai and the like, which are easily the expression of Yang energy and an example of how strong even those without cultivation capabilities can be, which further exemplifies just how strong a cultivator is with the simple addition of Jing in their movements.
Dim Mak: The touch of death... refers to any martial arts technique reputed to kill using seemingly less than lethal force targeted at specific areas of the body. Dim mak is depicted as a secret body of knowledge with techniques that attack pressure points and meridians, said to incapacitate or sometimes cause immediate or even delayed death to an opponent. It has been confirmed that trauma may cause disproportionately catastrophic consequences when applied to known pressure points under specific circumstances. Commotio Cordis, for example, is an often lethal disruption of heart rhythm that occurs as a result of a blow to the area directly over the heart at a critical time during the cycle of a heartbeat causing cardiac arrest. The concept known as the vibrating palm is depicted as "a technique that is part psychic and part vibratory, this energy is then focused into a wave"
....There is something to be said about the use of pressure points and acupressure in combat. For something that Shaolin Monks had cultivated into a refined art over years, taken from something meant to heal the body via the soul and chi, it is a fantastic art to learn and use for those who enjoy versatility. With the simplest of gestures, a finger can be a very strong weapon or a terrific cure to ailments, moods, and even longstanding issues prior to any physical damages. Depending on the strength of the jab, one can heal or harm, and with as many points on the body to give distinct effects... that suits Dravocn just fine. Using the teachings of this art, Dravocn supplements his own fighting style, creating an art of efficiency, ease, and devastation.
Baguazhang: Otherwise known as "Eight Trigram Palm" which refers to I Ching. (And holy mother of gods there is a lot to unpack on the I Ching ALONE, so I'm just going to summarize) Baguazhang is meant to be flowing and an ease of motion sort of style, with a principal on "turning the circle" or circle walking. It's an evasive sort of fighting style meant to keep the practitioner on the outside while whittling down the opponent. It's a neat trick to keeping one's opponent in a contained area while maintaining both the offensive and the defensive, which works rather well when combating a group against a single practitioner. Although the many branches of Baguazhang are often quite different from each other, all have circle walking, spiraling movement, and certain methods and techniques in common. Baguazhang's movements employ the whole body with smooth coiling and uncoiling actions, utilizing hand techniques, dynamic footwork, and throws. Rapid-fire movements draw energy from the center of the abdomen. The circular stepping pattern also builds up centripetal force, allowing the practitioner to maneuver quickly around an opponent. Dravocn rather likes this as well, as would anyone with a sufficient understanding of the art. Since learning and mastering the art, it has been a central point to, naturally, the movement and momentum of his art. His practice of patience giving him an even greater aesthetic of ease in motion, as do all of his internal martial arts as they resemble a relaxing flow and inner peace.
Hsing I Chuan: Otherwise known as Xing Yi Quan. The name of the art translates approximately to "Form-Intention Fist", or "Shape-Will Fist". Xing Yi is characterized by aggressive, seemingly linear movements and explosive power that's most often applied from a short-range. A practitioner of Xing Yi uses coordinated movements to generate bursts of power intended to overwhelm the opponent, simultaneously attacking and defending. Methods vary from school to school, but always include bare-handed fighting training and the training of weapons usage with similar or identical body mechanics to that used for bare-handed intense fighting. The most basic notions of movement and body mechanics in the art were heavily influenced by the practice of staves and spears
Xing Yi Quan features aggressive shocking attacks and direct footwork. Most of the training and footwork are practiced on straight lines. The linear nature of the art hints at both the military origins and the influence of spear technique alluded to in its mythology. The goal of the Xing Yi exponent is to reach the opponent quickly and drive power through him in a single burst. This is achieved by coordinating one's body as a single unit, and the intense focusing of one's Intent and coordinated power utilizing tight circles (usually in a forward direction). Issuing explosive power in Xing Yi is referred to as 'Fa Jin' the same term used in many other traditional Chinese Martial Arts.
Despite its hard, angular appearance, cultivating "soft" internal strength is essential to achieving power in Xing Yi Quan. Also, the advanced practitioner always contains tight spirals within his movements, so even the seemingly direct and linear ones are circular on a very small scale. Such circles and spirals also exist in other martial arts, but Xing Yi likes to keep them smaller than others. Efficiency and economy of movement are the qualities of a Xing Yi stylist, and its direct fighting philosophy advocates simultaneous attack and defense.
You can imagine the reason why he enjoys this fighting style so much, beyond the fact that it is simple yet powerful. Combining Bagua, Dim Mak, and this style together is like creating your very own pincer assault on your opponent with your arms essentially creating their own phalanx. The small tight circles that are damn near unnoticeable... adding to the power, explosiveness, and strength of the strikes, which only further solidifies the efficiency of his fighting style, if patience is his ultimate descriptor, then lasting longer than the opponent via low energy usage, is the perfect art for him... after all, you can tell a lot about someone by the way he fights, shoot people have had full-on discussions and solved disputes without uttering a word and just fighting.
Taijiquan: An internal Chinese martial art practiced for both its defense training, its health benefits, and meditation. Etymologically, Taijiquan is a fist system based on the dynamic relationship between polarities (Yin and Yang). Though originally conceived as a martial art, it is also typically practiced for a variety of other personal reasons and achieving greater longevity. The ability to use tai chi as a form of self-defense in combat is the test of a student's understanding of the art. Tai chi is the study of appropriate change in response to outside forces, the study of yielding and sticking to an incoming attack rather than attempting to meet it with opposing force. The use of tai chi as a martial art is quite challenging and requires a great deal of training.
The philosophy of tai chi is that, if one uses hardness to resist violent force, then both sides are certain to be injured at least to some degree. Such injury, according to tai chi, is a natural consequence of meeting brute force with brute force. Instead, students are taught not to directly fight or resist an incoming force, but to meet it in softness and follow its motion while remaining in physical contact until the incoming force of attack exhausts itself or can be safely redirected, meeting yang with yin. When done correctly, this yin/yang balance in combat, or in a broader philosophical sense, is a primary goal of tai chi training.
Naturally, the practice of Taijiquan isn't as slow as it's meditative purpose shows, but a response in guiding the momentum and the inertia of the attack to empty, deflection rather than blocking, which assists in the evasiveness of Bagua and is made more potent when combined with the counterattacks and pinning responses of Daito-ryu Aiki-jujutsu and Judo, to which Dravocn quickly took note and used to supplement his fighting style.
Iaido: A Japanese martial art that emphasizes being aware and capable of quickly drawing the sword and responding to a sudden attack. Iaido is associated with the smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its saya, striking or cutting an opponent, removing blood from the blade, and then replacing the sword in the says. Iaido encompasses hundreds of styles of swordsmanship, all of which subscribe to non-combative aims and purposes. Iaido is an intrinsic form of Japanese modern budo. Iaido is a reflection of the morals of the classical warrior and to build a spiritually harmonious person possessed of high intellect, sensitivity, and resolute will. Every kata starts and finishes with the sword sheathed. Notwithstanding sword method, it obliges creative ability and fixation to keep up the inclination of a genuine battle and to keep the kata new. Because of this non-fighting aspect, and iaido's emphasis on precise, controlled, fluid motion, it is sometimes referred to as "moving Zen."
.... Honestly, don't think there's much more to add here about how he fights. Other than he didn't just train Iaido, as that would be a bit of a waste of combat skill. Kendo and Kenjutsu are also in his repertoire, but this particular one is notable in that he has made sure that he draws, strikes, or counterstrikes, cleans, and resheathes all in the same swift movement, simply for the sake of showing the end of combat or to be ready to use the next kata. It should be noted that he tends to fight with his sheath as well, and begins combat with that first before moving onto the blade and the combination of both.
Spiritual Awareness: As seen in his earlier years as a child, Dravocn has been able to not only hear but see the spiritual world since at least the age of eight. His years of witnessing and frankly participating in such things have only made him more susceptible and aware of the spirits and those beyond the mortal plane. From yokai, demons, shinigami, and more. After all, if Shenmeiryuu has moves capable of slashing through hollows and Arrancar, there would be no point if one's Dantian doesn't grant them such a skill in the first place.
I. Other Supernatural Abilities» Powers:
(Dantian goes here, as well as which style you use, any sub-sets and Personalized or Ancestral Techniques, and Cultivation Technique.)
Dantian: Cheong Bu (Primary), Tai Chi Fist, Shinmeiryuu Great Ocean Beast (Secondary)
Cultivation Technique: Peace in War, Conflict of Peace, The Ascension of Understanding Preludes the Inevitable Shifting Cycle: Tomohiro's adaptive Yu-Shan Cultivation Technique, altered over the years of consciousness, training, cultivation, and intellectual adaptation. This Martial technique was made as an ode to the philosophies spawned from cultivation, Daoism, Buddhism, Hindu, even Norse Mythology has its roots in reincarnation and a repeating cycle with those within trying to escape it. It's merely a combination of breathing, mannerisms, walking, Wuxia, and Xianxia. His breathing slows to a pace where his heartbeat begins to fade even to those with keen senses, his walk is slow and flowing, easing into each movement as if all time has slowed. His running is made with minimal movement, abrupt as if teleporting, as is his striking, so swift and precise his movement that he strikes air pockets into becoming mere voids in the air. His metabolism slows to a near halt as he walks but burns every ounce of toxin, disease, and fat when he moves in such bursts. The Xianxia of this technique is accounted for by the effect it has on the world around him, from air pockets becoming mere voids, bursting pockets forward to strike the air long beyond, to those that witness him moving so slowly suddenly finding themselves caught up in a similarly slowed existence before being surprised when his sudden movements bring them back into their normal paces.
In Stoic practice, the technique is shown to slow his surroundings, from the falling of leaves and petals around him, to the clock ticking by. It is representational of how time seems to grind to a halt when doing mundane and tedious activities, watching the clock and begging for it to hurry up so that you may do what you wish to do. However, for Tomohiro, it represents true patience, precision, focus. A reminder that there is always time to think clearly before acting, time to plan, time to breathe, and relax. As time slows around his immediate vicinity, it accelerates his cultivation process in real-time, slowing his heartbeat much like agents cold war without outright killing him, which as Cold War agents know is a dangerous skill. Unlike the Cold War agents and other practitioners, Tomohiro's mind and senses do not weaken, in fact, much like his precise, sudden, and flowing motions, his senses prove to be much more exact. As this technique was meant to increase cultivation and mental precision, his mind does not slow. This allows hearing or feeling the little tremors in the environment, such as someone walking toward him or the individual beat of a fly's wings. Mental processing, learning, information gathering from the other senses, all made faster and easier by this cultivation technique.
In Martial practice, this technique grows more dangerous for both Tomohiro and his goal. To his detriment, due to his heart slowing so much it causes his body to be that much more vulnerable to damage, as the cells in his body are slowed and cause difficulty recovering from damage taken. However, to his benefit, his slowed environment also causes his opponent to be slowed in melee, as are projectiles entering his vicinity, creating the illusion of bullets halting in midair. In essence, he has a sort of Event Horizon surrounding him. His sudden bursts of movement cause adrenaline surge through him in vast amounts, which allows for the seemingly instantaneous movements he makes, which accelerates his instincts and reaction time. However, too much adrenaline does cause health problems in the average person, which means, the process of slowing his heart then bursting with adrenaline then back again is a dangerous thing to repeat too many times. This means, pushing himself in this state is dangerous, but more lucrative in his cultivation process as martial cultivation is the overcoming of suffering, of danger, and triumph.
This technique is as it's namesake suggests. Peace in War, represented by the Martial practice of this technique. The moments of peace and clarity during combat enjoyed thoroughly, the planning between movement, the calculated actions executed. Conflict in Peace, represented by the Stoic practice of this technique. The sensory and mental chaos from all of the information being processed, the danger to his body between each heartbeat, the calm created from the technique. The Ascension of Understanding Preludes the Inevitable Shifting Cycle is both a reminder and a confirmation that despite all of the information given, the learning, the time given to process and plan, there is always more. The Ascension of Understanding is the information, and the Inevitable Shifting Cycle is the existence of chaos, madness, entropy, the unknown and the knowledge that as history repeats itself, as habits are formed, change and inconsistencies always occur, to take it into account simply makes room for further discord. The truth that all Taoism understands, the embodiment of this technique in name and action. Patience in all.
Despite his proclivity to cultivate on a nearly constant basis, simply for the ease and peace it gives him to have the extended perception of time, using other techniques while cultivating is damn near impossible due to the amount of strain put on the body. Even the burst of adrenaline makes things difficult as his body catches up to the sudden speed and cleanses his body of impurities, the chemicals and proteins in his body healing his body faster than normal due to such a thing as well. However, thanks to Cheong Bu his body is used to the enhanced bodily functions and recovers quickly enough to not be too much of a hindrance in combat, about a post between the end of the technique and being able to use something else, and the Great Ocean Beast assists his most basic techniques to become dangerous as well.
Arms Flash: Combining the mastery of Iaido, Kendo, and Kenjutsu, adding further speed, precision, and focus and you have a rather interesting martial art. Add a dollop of Dantian and you have a frightening new style. Ever evolving as all things should, this fighting style is the extension of the blade as much as it is an extension of being. Even without using Dantian, this style appears supernatural as the blade seems to never leave its sheath, enemies finding fine and clean cuts either in themselves, their allies, or the environment. Perhaps this style was the prelude to the exaggeration in cinema where the swordsmen square off and the unfortunate soul finds his enemy behind him facing away from him just to see his enemy sheath his weapon before the unfortunate soul's head falls off. When adding Dantian to the style it becomes much more deadly, especially in Tomohiro's case as Cheong Bu and Great Ocean Beast supplement his might. A tanto could bring a skyscraper down with a single slash of this school with enough skill behind it.
Rank 0: Ranking at zero in this style does not make this move anything to scoff at. It simply means one does not need to use jing to use this technique effectively, which makes rank zero moves stronger and more adaptable as you add jing, qi, shen, and yuiden to it.
I. Skill SheetGeneral Skills
Tai Chi Human Sheet
- Durability: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Trained/Beginner/Untrained
- General Speed: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Strength: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Weapon Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Comprehension: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Physique: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Talent: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Support Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Willpower/Determination: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Mental Deduction: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Focus: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
I. Roleplay Sample» Role Play Sample:
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END OF THE TAI CHI HUMAN APPLICATION
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[adm]Moving this WIP to archives since I haven't seen this person in eons.[/adm]
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Added a few paragraphs of history, still working on the character, just having trouble with time. My apologies... I understand if my apologies are meaningless though.
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THE TAI CHI HUMAN TEMPLATE
I. Tanjo 誕生
The being we are about to introduce to you is one who has been through a lot of loss. Not more than some, not to extremes that people would imagine, but of time, essence, stability... you shall see.
The being was born in the darkness of night, the frosted ground of winter surrounding his hut. A Super Moon, Blue Moon shining down upon them, something that happens very rarely in the world, and for the birth of a child on such a winters night under the bright moonlight, this is a rather grandiose event for the two parents, finding themselves blessed by the gods above for such an amazing gift.
The child was silent but breathing, it wasn't crying, it didn't need to be attacked, nearly instinctively breathing. Time seemed to stand still, the snow around the hut seemed to be still in the air as the boy was born. Whether the boy was human or not was a curious question on its own, this was no normal child... but then again this was a special lunar day. Staring up at its mother as if wondering what would happen next. The inexperienced mortals accepting the blessing from the gods, shamanism not uncommon within the tribes of ancient Japan.
You would find the settlement of these tribal and, soon to be, Japanese people among the island continent surrounded by volcanoes, coming into civilization slowly from their hunter and gatherer way of life. Far before the dawn of the Shogunate, the family of the newborn had the bright idea of improving their society's productivity, this was the invention of Rice Farming. The production of rice skyrocketed thanks to the family's idea, using the wetlands for irrigation and giving them enough money to purchase land, for both expanding their rice farms as well as being landowners and employers to the clans they had found passing through. The family had started the foundation of the survival and expansion of the Japanese culture.
A few years pass and the boy had grown up to the point of walking and talking, four years into his life his parents had a set of twins, two infants that looked far more normal than their firstborn child. The boy looked unto the two girls as they cried, his gaze upon them slowly set them to relax as he gave them a loving kiss on each of their heads, one that unbeknownst to them would spark the beginnings of a bond between the three that would go unbroken and last through the ages. The twins slowly began to calm, their eyes slowly shut as they slowed to a steady, relaxed pace. Once again, another sign to the parents that their son is a gift from the gods.
The children grew up rice farming, learning the payoffs of hard work while ending up living a life of luxury for owning the food and rice farms. Their parents were convinced their lives were blessed since the birth of their firstborn, praising him and treating him as one would a demi-god. Despite his surroundings, he had no interest in the praises and treatment he was given, he didn't believe he was one worthy of such praise... not yet. The other villagers were working in toil, he worked the farms when he could find the blind spot of his parents' eyes to do so. His determination to earn his life was what earned him the respect of the villagers rather than their disdain. The beautiful land surrounding was a sight to see at any angle, the boy finding that his favorite spot was the shore just before the entrance to the forest with the fantastic view of the mountain. It's where he felt the most comfortable and decided that the spot he would live would be there until the end.
This looks to be a great start, however, this was but the uplifting light that would soon become the heavy hand that shoves this boy down into the darkness of sorrow and depravity that we shall explain soon.
II. Sonshitsu 損失
On a dark night, the still blue lake rippled like a shudder as the ground shook. The boy, eight at the time, had been training his mind and body in attempts to earn the praises from his parents rather than take the praises blindly. He awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a loud roar, one that almost shook him to his core. The violet snakelike slits that were his eyes sharpened in fear as the pupils dilated from the sudden burst of light attacking his receptors. No one seemed to wake from such a loud beast in the night, as the boy found out from frantically running through his family's manor to make sure everyone was safe. Another loud roar filled the forest, but once again no one awoke, the boy turned to the forest and quickly gripped his father's ceremonial bronze sword and approached the source of the sounds carefully and fearfully.
Upon entering his favorite woodland area, he became confused as there was still no sign of the loud monstrosity. The deeper he went, the more fearful he became that he was being played with already and that he would have made his family wake up the next morning without their son. He gripped the sword rather tightly upon the cloth of the blade, looking for any sign of life... this forest never seemed to be so scary.
While he hunted, a loud crash was heard nearby as a tree fell against another, looking like it had been torn from the middle by some unfathomable beast. The boy stared at the splintered insides of the tree with both awe and terror. He didn't see anything do that, it just happened, and there was no way that was a bear or any sort of animal... that had to be an angry spirit. Shamanism or Nature Worship was not something scoffed at by the people of this time, and it was actually highly regarded, hence his parent's finding him as a blessing of the gods... so this thought process wasn't beyond comprehension... even though the truth was different than his people believed.
The boy had never felt this heart-wrenching fear he now felt surging through his body, he couldn't help but quiver in fear as his eight-year-old body stood in the middle of the forest he loved so dearly... in what may be the angry spirit's hunting grounds. There was nothing like this feeling before, not even when the other children were beating him up, because at least then he knew he would survive. In moments as that tree crashed into another, two further away fell against their neighbors, the dark green sea of trees lost more and more of its population as the monster seemed to be moving away. Upon this, despite his best-laid thought processes, the boy did not cower away in fear but pursued to make sure that his family was not going to be harmed... even if he had no idea how to defend them from this beast, much less himself. Thump, thump, thump, thump
His heartbeat was loud and heavy against his chest as he rushed toward his home. He stopped outside of the edge of the village to witness a great beast before him. The pitch black body with a white face was large, almost titan-like to this child. His body was frozen, his mind screamed in fear of loss, not fear for himself, but the others in his village. He watched as the beast walked onward down the road of the village, it seemed to be hunting.
He slowly moved the blade in front of him, his palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. He was facing the rear of the beast but the fear had encumbered him to a near standstill. He wasn't even noticed by the massive being before him, ignored and afraid, he ran for his home. He rushed to his parents, got onto his knees and plead them to be safe, he was a sobbing mess. His parents woke up to see their blessing of an eldest child begging them for their own sanctuary. They did not and could not understand why.
He told them about the large beast, told them about how he rushed off to find the source, he even told them what he saw in the village. They had heard nothing, they could see nothing in the village. They assumed he had a nightmare and planned to get him to a Shinshoku in the morning. He knew it was real, he knew this was no nightmare, he was in a cold sweat with tears streaking down his face. They didn't believe him, how could they, but he was a child filled with fear at the moment, so their disbelief hurt quite a bit.
His father headed out of the house to satisfy his child's fear. After dressing in his robes, he clacked his way outdoors... Not a scream, nor shout, not a cry. A strong wind like force tore through the man who could not see the beast nor its attack. Next, his mother headed out to join him, feeling her son's fear was quite concerning. She stepped out to see a pool of blood and organs spilled onto the ground before her. Her husband being crushed while hovering in the sky. Her shrieks lasted mere seconds before her body was carved into pieces by the beasts claws.
The boy ran out to follow after his mother, terrified of losing them. Upon reaching outside, he saw his mother in four pieces scattered across the dirt, his father being chewed by the monster... and he cried. His parents had been killed and there wasn't anything he could do to prevent it. His fear and worry had driven him to wake them up only for them to walk to their deaths. He was angry, at himself and the monster.
The boy ran up to the beast and beat on it with all his might, barely doing enough damage to be considered a mosquito bite. He bawled as he beat on the beast's foot, the monster content with simply chewing his victims. Dravocn was coated in tears, snot, and blood. His beating on the beast causing his fists and feet to bleed from abuse, he didn't care. Hate, anger, and unquenchable rage coated his being in that moment.
The villagers had woken to the sound of the mother's scream, only to find the boy they had thought was a blessing, beating an invisible beast and his father's lifeless body hovering and being crushed with loud bone snapping sounds following each motion. The villagers see the separated pieces of of his mother and the mass of blood that almost created a river in the road from the home.
There were thuds of movement as the corpse hovering in the air dissapeared and the corpse of the mother was lifted and swallowed by the invisible beast. Villagers watched in horror as what they could only imagine was an oni having eaten the parents. Further thuds of movement, as the beast was wandering away, leaving the child and the villagers in shock. The boy was crying, angry, and losing his voice from the harsh outcries of misery.
One woman had come up to the boy to hold him and comfort him, kneeling in the blood pool to hold the boy and ease his pain. The pain had not been sated, in fact the woman's embrace had only aggravated the already immense trauma, knowing that neither of his parents would ever be able to hold him again. The other villagers stared at him, some wondering what sort of invisible monstrosity they had witnessed, some thought it had been summoned, some thought the boy was now cursed.... It was a new moon that night.
He rose up, thanked the woman for trying to comfort him, then ran off toward the beast. He could see it, he was the only one who could follow it. Blood soaked clothes, running in the darkness of night under a new moon, he gave chase to the thing he knew very well that he could not kill, beat, nor even hurt. Upon finally finding the beast he screamed at it, only for it to turn around and its mask smiling at him with the largest shit-eating-grin. Before it was slain, sliced in two down the middle. The boy stared in shock and awe as while the beast dissipated, a man stood behind it.
The boy stared at him, unable to process the sheer power that the man must have possessed to kill the beast. Then, just as quickly, the boy became angry again, he knew he wasn't able to kill the beast but then then the beast was slain in front of him. The man had killed his only chance, non-existent as it was, at revenge. The man should have shown up earlier, before the destruction of his life, before his parents were killed in front of him. The man should have been a protector, not an afterthought.
The man had walked away, the beast was slain, and as far as the man was concerned, the boy couldn't see him. But the boy did see him, he saw the monster, he watched as the man had walked through a gateway that appeared out of nowhere and vanished. The boy stared at the darkness that was left behind. He looked to the blade still clutched in his hands, his hands and feet bleeding from the earlier abuse. The blood had dried, his hand hurt from how hard he had clenched onto the blade, it hurt even more trying to open his hands and let go of the blade. He stared into the metal, his reflection... it was ugly...
He had only his sisters now, they lived, and he was to be alone with them. Adoption wasn't exactly a thing that existed back then, it was more or less the village being a disciplinary committee and the parents being the enforcers. Regardless, he had to work harder simply to support himself and the two sisters. The farms could barely feed the farmers themselves, due to the fact that they had to trade off or share the majority of their crops. Stores weren't exactly a thing, so there wasn't much one could do besides own land, farm, or educate... and even then children weren't exactly built or equipped for that. The only choice he had was to visit the shrine.
III. Henka suru 変化する
A few months have passed since the young boy had witnessed the otherwise traumatizing and harrowing scene of his parents' demise. Life with the Miko was to be expected, cleaning the floors and caring for plants and animals were basic chores and privileges, the providing of assistance to villagers, assisting the Miko with ceremony and ritual preparations, and very rarely providing exorcisms. For all intents and purposes, Dravocn and his sisters were priests and priestesses in training. Considering Dravocn wasn't a fan of undeserved treatment good or bad, he was relatively happy to help the shrine in any way he could.
One night, while the boy was in his bed, holding his sisters close in his sleep, he had a nightmare. A strong vivid remembrance of that visceral night. He was trapped in his own dream, unable to wake, sweating and fearful, crying. A woman had appeared beside him, she was calm, dressed in ragged clothes, and watched the two die in front of him in his dream. She looked to him and smiled softly, she told him that they are with her now, that he need not worry. Izanami stood before the boy and remained in the darkness so as to hide her face, the child still crying but calmer after hearing the woman's voice.
The dream had come to a halt, time had stopped. The woman smiled to him and nodded calmly, a gentle chill filled the boy, a relaxing coldness, and warmth of kindness. He looked to the mangled corpses of his parents again, and Izanami smiled, she knew he was trying to obey Izanagi's promise to her for himself. The child was not wise, intelligent, but lacked experience. The trauma of the heart and mind does not make a mature man be, due to his age it may as well have made him stagnant and unable to grow further.
Due to the strength of belief in ancient times and how often people turned to religion rather than logic, it was quite impactful simply to believe Izanami was visiting him to comfort him. Rather than the monstrous image assumed by death itself, she seemed beautiful, she felt beautiful, she sounded... well... beautiful. Death was something to be accepted just as she eventually accepts everyone, the inevitability of sitting down with her for dinner is nothing to fear nor despise. One should not look for her, she will come to you in time. She is a release of pain, of sadness, of anger... but also a release of happiness. The boy smiled softly through his tears.
There was nothing for a moment, and time continued inside the dream. Izanami followed him to the death of the monster that ate the boy's parents. She tilted her head at the man revealed in the dream and time halted again. She pointed to him and told the boy to follow him, that he was going west, to a land untouched by her and her brother. She could feel the coming void of death, of lasting life for thousands, her brother would take physical form there... she knew it.
The boy did not understand, but took the words to heart. He would not disobey a goddess, especially one he came to quite like. She smiled at him and gently, ever so lightly, touched both of his shoulders and kissed the boy's forehead in a motherly sweetness. In that moment, the boy woke suddenly and abruptly, clutching his young four-year-old sisters in his arms, waking them.
They looked up to him confused and hugged him, thinking he had jolted from a nightmare, trying to comfort him. In his truth, he had a divine mission... The very next morning, after doing his chores for the day he had profusely and repeatedly thanked the Miko for their kindnesses before telling them that he must take his leave. The Miko nodded and gave them some rice and water for their trip as he took his sisters with him to his unknown destination.
Of course, there wasn't exactly a traveling system set up nor even domesticated horses or boats, so the three of them walked westward toward the sun. The goddess Amaterasu being their guiding light. Aimi and Kimiko were unsure why their brother was so insistent in going so far away from the village, but they didn't want to leave him alone... especially after last night. They were a caring duo, knowing that he was all they had even though they were still so young. They didn't know where their parents were, but they wanted to all be together when their parents came back.
It was a long walk to the edge of the island country, taking several rests from the strain on their little legs. The rice ran out and they had to go out to forage for edible plants, making pit stops at any nearby villages so they may gather water for their trip. About a month or so of walking and they finally reached the edge of the island. Aimi and Kimiko looked up to their brother who was staring out at the sea... He didn't understand, how was he supposed to obey the goddess if there was no path?
Aimi smiled up at her brother and held his hand with a light squeeze, hugging his arm close with Kimiko following suit with his other arm. He looked to the two girls and smiled in thanks for their support and affection, though he still didn't know how he was to cross, and he certainly wasn't going to leave his sisters. He stared at the sea and sat down, if the goddess wanted him to cross something so vast, then she must have a plan.
Faith can do a great many things. Sometimes it makes you stronger, sometimes it can get you hurt, sometimes it creates miracles. The boy and his sisters had walked for over a month, children on their own on foot. These children at minimum had faith in each other. This was a boy who saw 'demons' in a time where seeing spirits was more than simply a rarity. The boy looked to the two girls as they slept, he was glad they followed him for as long as they did, but perhaps the dream was simply all it was, a dream.
Upon midnight, the light of the full moon fell upon the trio, and the ocean itself seemed to shrink. Tomohiro tilted his head curiously and surprised, inexperienced in low tide or high tide or anything ocean wise other than what the tales of Shinto say of the gods. Although what came next was nothing short of divine intervention because as the moonlight passed over them and then over the ocean, a pathway of ice was created slowly. Tomohiro was flabbergasted and rushed to awaken the girls so as to get moving before the ice melts. The girls stared in wonder at the ice as they crossed the pathway, watching as the ice melted behind them.
Izanami must have made a request to Tsukiyomi… or perhaps Tsukiyomi is rewarding their faith, Tomohiro didn't know, but he was grateful. He looked to the girls and told them to hold hands so as not to lose anyone off of the pathway. They walked all throughout the night and what seemed impossible was that they had somehow managed to make it to the other side in that night... Tsukiyomi was a god and was creating a pathway, but he could only help them overnight, so perhaps he had shortened the space between the lands because he didn't want his gift to go to waste? Again, Tomohiro did not claim to understand the wills of the kami.
They rested for a majority of that day, having walked so far for the past while, it was a bit much to ask of small children, especially four-year-olds. After their well-deserved rest, they awoke to the beach behind them. Aimi was hugging her brother rather tightly from the amazing thing they had just done and witnessed last night. All three of them, at worst had a new level of faith within them and uncommon gratefulness for their gods looking over them. A few steps over the hill of grass just beyond the beach and they stop to see a bustling existence.
One hundred years into the Zhou dynasty. China has been around for so long, they have had countless of monarchs in their hundreds of thousands of years of existence even in the time that these children had arrived. While the country isn't twenty-first century advanced, they are vastly more developed than the still infant country of Japan. So you can imagine the huge culture shock to see so many people and such well-developed people.
After a few moments of walking through the new place, well... several moments as it was almost awe-inspiring, the trio began walking through, unsure as to what they had found themselves in. Hustle and bustle, busywork, and the occasionally appreciative smiles to imperial guards, the fish out of water almost felt at home here. It was then that they had met with whom Tomohiro believed was their saviors, as a couple stood together buying groceries with the woman in nearly exact likeness to the woman he saw in his dream. Tomohiro's childish glee at meeting the goddess and god in physical form was mixed with confusion again and hope, but he rushed in to hug the woman's legs. Despite his not having announced himself, the child was somehow expected, or at least seemed to be, because neither being was shocked by the affection he has for these perfect strangers.
Of course, seeing their brother rush in to hug a strange woman in a new place confused the girls, but being their age and loving their brother enough to walk as long as they have, clearly they trusted him with whatever he did. Kimiko approached happily with Aimi following shyly behind. Tomohiro smiled at his sisters as his head was ruffled by the woman he had been hugging, eventually introducing themselves as Izanagi and Izanami to the children.
The children had no reason to believe them, though why mere humans would introduce themselves as gods of Shinto deities was also a prospect of doubt. Tomohiro recognized Izanami from a dream, that and without warning or reason, the two had introduced themselves to children they don't know that they are gods. The situation itself requires trust and faith, due to the oddity of it all, any more experienced people would be skeptical, but these children were tired, unsure as to why they were walking in the first place, and participated in what they could only believe was godly intervention.... faith was not in short supply.
Taking the orphans in, Izanami and Izanagi showed the boy the reason for their travels to this futuristic land. They are not quick to dissuade their deity from the boy, as simply telling a small child that what he saw was perfectly normal isn't exactly true either, so they explain to him that they are willing to train him in their ways. Gleefully accepting the tutelage of his gods, the boy had begun his first steps into the martial realm.
The first steps of training was not combat, but philosophy, method, the enhancement of the mind and spirit. He was given an education, as were his sisters, chores, and fitting labors for children their ages. He was taught meditation, contemplation, instinct, and to think on his feet.
This is not a story of how an eight-year-old became a stereotypical protagonist in a day or year, the changes and teachings were difficult to get accustomed to at first, as they were pretty big changes for a child. Though he isn't slow on the uptake either, he was a smart child, just one who clung to hope like a baby who got a cheat day from weening on his mother's breast milk. Besides, if you had the experiences he had as a child, you wouldn't exactly be defiant nor ungrateful for gods teaching you anything... especially back then when sitting on your butt doing nothing wasn't watching TV.
Tomohiro was quick to get accustomed to his new way of life, by comparison to modern-day average people at least. His body typically went into autopilot a lot of the time when doing chores and labors. His mind usually in a state of meditation and contemplation, not ignorant of his surroundings, nor ignoring those he was surrounded by. This mentality growing into a level of contentedness whether in isolation or in social circumstances. Not that it's easy, maintaining a balance between focus on one's surroundings and inner thoughts can easily tip into a hyper fixation or escapist isolationism... A child is more likely to run into hyper fixation due to the amount of energy exertion usually required to develop a healthy childhood. Tomohiro just so happened to create his balance so as to better learn from the gods teachings, a lesson he taught himself by that of determination.
IV. Keihatsu 啓発
Tomohiro and his sisters had lived with the twins for a good few months, the twin sisters had had their birthday and were soon approaching the next step to their education. Tomohiro was a budding flower of knowledge at this point, learning maths, sciences, and developing logical processes quite quickly. His progress showed particularly in his eyes and behavior, the curiosity and awareness of himself and his surroundings were far more potent than mere months ago. His mind advancing so much and his meditation having gone so well, he had shown rather soon that he was ready to train his body.
Labors were typically the main way to develop one's body back then, increasing difficulty and workload being the equivalent of increasing reps and weights. So his body going into autopilot wasn't as easy for him as the strain it had to take on his body in order to improve it was necessary. However, at this point, he had been doing quite a bit around town for his guardians and the surrounding populace that he's been decided rather charitable. This earned him quite a bit of kindness and respect, as well as the labors and chores generally improving the surrounding situations. Farmwork, janitorial services, being a courier for mail and product alike, with respect and without fuss nor request for payment, all this earned the child a positive reputation over the past months. Now his workload increased and his work radius spread further around, to develop his body gradually and increase stamina reserves so as to do even more labor. These are the basics of human adaptation, as well as the basics of karma, kindness, and how fast repetition, reputation, and honest work spreads and builds character and respect... even for children.
Further months pass and the boy's body is quite alive and fit, no bulk to speak of, but his skin, hair, eyes, and mind are much more awake and alive. His charity had spread to villages more inland and larger areas. Farms and shops booming with improvement due to regular maintenance and free labor. Word had spread so far that his guardians decided it was time to allow the boy to meet their teacher.
Not a lot can be said about Shakka without making him seem like a benevolent stereotype of a man who lives and breathes Eastern philosophy. Patience, humility, wisdom, and temperance reflected on this man who has spent ages cultivating his own inner power and teaching others for just as long. The sheer presence of the man gave off a serene warmth to all those who witnessed him, and Tomohiro was hoping to absorb that presence like a sponge. However, training with Shakka, not going to happen, not for a mere seedling, not for a long time. No, it was merely a gift by the twins to allow him to meet the man for his hard work and dedication. He still had to train with them for a while yet.
As years passed the boy grew more and more into the lifestyle of cultivation and the lifestyle within ancient China. His awareness of himself, others, the nature of things, and how things work on both the metaphysical scale and minute scale became more precise. His body growing to develop muscle, much endurance and stamina, and a mature yet youthful beauty to his skin, hair, and eyes. His chores and labors spanning entire regions, each task is done before night's fall.
All was not peaceful in his early life, raiders, bandits, and the like were still around back then. There were times when he would arrive home bruised and cut, but with a pearly white smile still on his face. True, he hadn't been taught combat since his arrival to China, but with his mind, body, and spirit in the shape it is in, he could easily topple full grown average mortal men by the tens. Eventually, the boy did have to learn combat however, and seeing that teenage years are where ancient times considered boys became men, it was time to teach him how to fight. So once again he was back to basics.
Tomohiro was first taught the breath of life, the first kata. Just as when one is born they are taught to breathe before they can cry, they must relearn how to breathe in order to gain a deeper understanding of the energies flowing inside them. All sorts of practices in modern-day explain how important breathing is, from martial arts, meditations, psychiatry, medicine, and even the military. The art of the breath can change one's perception, the atmosphere, and even the tone of action. From Tibetan monks drying clothes by heating up their backs, to surviving frigid temperatures naked, to striking, everything is breathing. It keeps you alive and it makes plants happy. Breathing is key, the way you breathe defines you.
This all made sense to Tomohiro, and he quickly advanced to the second kata, the exhale. The act of how you push the air out of you to exert more energy into what you do, like shouting kia during a punch or humph during a kick. It feels more effective because it is. It even helps to suppress pain and allow further effort being put in than normal as well.
Of course, these were the ways things were explained to the boy without talking about mystic energies. Though in time the less mundane explanations would be described to him. He did feel a noticeable difference in himself after learning to breathe properly, the different breathing techniques, and how they work.
His progress was significant after this point. Being the scholarly type he was, he had traded his autopilot mode for significant training in his breathing techniques, which unknowingly kickstarted his Cultivation skills. Already he was taking his labors as time to become more efficient via breathing and creating Jing out of his Reiki. His body growing more powerful without knowing that that's what he's doing. It wasn't long before after several months of cultivation without expending any Jing that the overflow created a compressed area, condensing his Jing into Qi. As this was prior to being taught the benefits of the energies inside, he simply took things to mean that his breathing techniques were getting better. Soon everything seemed far easier, the volumes of Reiki to Jing and Jing to Qi were building up that it was probably pretty impressive to see. Tomohiro using the first kata only to build his efficiency and control himself, be aware of his energy levels, and properly manage his overall performance, using the second kata to hold back or add more effort when needed. Through this and meditation he grew and grew rather quickly into the next stage of cultivation.
Due to his lack of training in combat, he quickly reached a stagnation period. One he was not very happy with as he was so proud of making such leaps and bounds for his teachers. After explaining such problems to the deities they replied with teaching him about cultivation and all that he could handle each day. His ability to get so far in months was an impressive feat for someone so new to the lifestyle, and therefore his efforts were doubled when hearing of his actual progress.
Though as the stagnation period persisted, he found that in order to properly move forward with his training, he needed to exert the energy that he was no longer building up.... not through lack of trying mind you. So he trained in martial arts so as to gain the ability to exert his built-up energy. Beginning his training in the oldest martial arts in the world, Baguazhang, Hsing-I Chuan, and Tai Chi Fist.
Baguazhang, the art of fighting eight opponents at once. Hsing-i Chuan, Chuan translates as “fist.” Hsing means “to form something.” I, specifically in the word “hsing-i,” refers to the ability of the mind to create an idea and project it into the body, creating a functional physical form. The term hsing-i, then can be looked at from two perspectives. First, it is whatever form the mind directs. Second, the form can manifest a wide variety of ideas, so you learn how to develop all the ideas within a form. In other words, Hsing-I Chuan is the precursor to modernized Kung Fu. All three of these martial arts are internal, energy-efficient systems that predate modern martial arts and in themselves cultivate the body and Qi.
Another few years pass and the boy finally manages to push passed his stagnation period through constant cultivation and martial training. One does not master martial arts in a singular year nor three, but those who dedicated themselves to their art like IP Man and Bruce Lee can become masters of at least one within the course of a decade. After all, Ip Man practiced Wing Chun in both forms and mastered both, continuing to train even in his greatly later years, and Bruce Lee mastered a few martial arts before he died in his early thirties.... after surpassing most people in power and skill, creating a fixation on the one-inch punch that sent a man flying across a room without strings. No, martial arts isn't easy to master, but it is possible through intense dedication... and it is never truly mastered. Within the decade the boy compressed his Qi to Shen and began his journey into cultivating further, now marking himself among the upper class of his age and in turn slowing down his aging. He is now twenty-one, with the image of a teenager, and he has quite a few more decades before his aging cases entirely.
As one is typically fairly old when they finally gain access to Shen, the mere idea of a child as new as he was to get so far was unheard of. His progression was a combination of sheer determination, focus, and talent most likely from how excited he was to be breaking new levels. The Shen kept him young, kept him energized, and gave him youth even as time passed over years.
Eons passed before he felt it was necessary to leave the roost he had made for himself and explore to gather greater understanding. After having said his goodbyes and hugging his sisters, giving each a kiss on the top of their heads, he took his leave to continue his training. The world was far more advanced than the last time he had joined them. Wuxia was full of new things to explore within China alone, plenty of cultivators spanned the country to learn from and test mettle with. Tomohiro was an excited man and eager to grow, his mind and body molded into something modern men and women would find impossible for someone so young. He walked through the country, continuing his laboring even when away from home so as to maintain his training and the expanse of his reach.
Helping those he found along the road had given him a great number of karmic boons. At the time ancient medicine had expanded beyond that of herbal remedies, although herbs, teas, and tisanes were still being used, medicine was simply expanded upon with acupuncture. Modern medicine has been determined as the only viable form of medicine, reducing the ancient practice of acupuncture and other herbal remedies and Neidan to the title of pseudoscience or worse a sham, however, with the skill and effects of cultivators that were so prevalent in the Age of Might and the Golden Age it was far more effective than the Age of Sorrows gives them credit for. Tomohiro took his learning to paper and wrote notes, knowing he won't be able to learn everything in the world of Wulin before his time in the world is over, at least that's what he thought at the time. After taking everything to paper, he would later study the practices, not in any rush to know everything but too excited to stay put for too long, after all, he could feel his progress beginning to stagnate again.
There in the Golden Age, Tomohiro had found the Wandering Bazzar, filled to the brim with merchants and cultivators alike. The men and women that filled the place were exceptional, not only to see but to observe and admire, thanks to the light that cultivators exude the lights given off were magnificent and gained Tomohiro's full attention simply from the newness of it all. It was, however, when the lights began coming from items that he had an abrupt wake-up call as he had no idea equipment could produce something so glorious. His curiosity and insistence on progress gave him so much excitement that he felt like a small child again, almost rushing toward the forgers and crafters, asking all sorts of questions. When offered one of the items, he tilted his head, he was well aware that items came with a price but when it came to cultivation items this brilliant he was unsure how to take such information, it would surely be too expensive for him, even if he had a job since childhood, which he didn't, he, in fact, had no money.
The shopkeeper simply smiled at him and told him that he could earn some coin if he worked at the bazaar, perhaps learn a thing or two about cultivation, people, procuring the items, and maybe even crafting. At this, his eyes went wide like a child being offered a giant cookie and he grinned from ear to ear and began working under the tutelage of this merchant. At first, he was simply a laborer, which he was used to, gathering supplies, fresh or being sold by another merchant, even getting to see the Yu-Shan cultivators sweat SoulSteel for the sale of the merchants, earning quite a bit of money for themselves as well. Being so used to labor like delivery, courier, and gathering, he was soon allowed to watch the crafting being done. He was excited as liquids they called Qi Alchemy were produced of various degrees of glow, to which he determined showed the level of brightness the items would be sold to. People who glowed the same or just a little less than the item were safe, people who had eyes too big for their health would not be sold the item simply because it was unsafe... unsafe is bad for business. He was all sorts of excited as he saved up enough money to buy something, but as he was, he didn't want any items just yet, he did say he wished to pay for training in these lovely things. Particularly in the forging they had shown him, they corrected him and told him that was Soulforging and was typically used for metals, accessories, weapons, and armors. He nodded in understanding and still wanted to learn Soulforging and Qi Alchemy, it was such an interesting thing. These cultivators seemed to get on by without fighting, so he thought that he could train his martial arts after learning the basics of these things and learn further later.
So he took a few years of training in the art of Soulforging. He was not skilled right off the bat, in fact, he had made quite a few mistakes that cost him and his teacher time and money, for which he had to earn back through labor and quite a lot of trial and error. Thanks to his mistakes and punishments, his body remained quite fit despite his training being spent on forging when he wasn't in stoic meditation. The majority of his beginner training was done by normal metals, that was all he was allowed to touch at first until he could get the hang of things, not even starting with inscribing or the special metals, only iron was given to him to practice on. He was only able to move forward to a new metal when he mastered forging iron equipment. After which he moved on to inscription, which to him seemed like painting, drawing, and writing on the equipment. He was very curious to see what would compel someone to put ink down on the metal when it would wash off, but after his teacher had put the metal in water, he saw that lovely glow and it did not fade from within the water. After seeing the ink remain on the equipment, he got all excited again and understood.
He was an excited child for years, forging iron first, then inscribing, then a new metal to which he was not allowed to know until much later, the fear of not knowing how expensive the item was caused him to be more cautious and careful with what he was doing, eventually, the precision had become normal and he was allowed to learn to engrave on iron. The advancement was much appreciated as he examined and learned from the master, every day, every moment was a learning experience to him, more so than modern society says so but never practices outright. The boy was eventually, though not soon, able to craft a sword he took decent pride in due to it being his own making in a gestalt fashion. From there he was able to move on to new metals but he had not gained the skills of a true master, his crafts were not on the level of a professional in the art like his master, so he was content with the prices they were selling his personal works being allowed to keep all of the earnings made for the items he crafted and sold himself. A few years after that he bowed to his master and took his book of notes with him as he thanked his master and headed onward toward further adventure.
Tomohiro's adventures through Wulin had given him quite the name for himself for all of his support to the towns and villages he had passed through. His speed and efficiency had brought prosperity to them all, from the farms to the deliveries of supplies to stores, much like any village blessed with even one of the decent cultivators in Wulin living within their neighborhoods. Such prosperity is why cultivators such as him were uncommon, as a good cultivator was able to do far more work than the average human workforce. Towns and villages would do everything they could to keep these men and women working with them, so naturally with so many benefits being gifted to even silver or gold rank cultivators, creating a home in these areas was commonplace. Cultivators would find work as bodyguards, farmhands, delivery people, and law enforcement simply from their capacity and energy alone. Tomohiro wasn't rare in his traveling, but he was uncommon. Healing the sick through acupuncture and a little jing, tonics, herbal remedies, and the like, helping villages gather food and water before winter, such kindnesses brought him more renown through the lands. Renown was about the only form of payment he acquired as he usually left a place before they would repay him, after all, he was using his labors as training to keep his body in form, not for any monetary gain.
Eventually, he had found his way into the capital, where he would find a public archive rather than personal archives found in homes as he had back home with his sisters and foster parents. The library itself had a vast assortment of scrolls, to which he smiled and asked for directions to those pertaining to cultivation. He, of course, knew the basics of these things, though it never hurt to get back to basics. The stronger the foundation, the sturdier the building after all. He hadn't the time to learn everything there was in this building, there was so much to read, and as far as he knew he had a very limited time on this earth, so he had to find himself some very specific items. He found himself some scrolls on acupuncture, some on meditation methods, and as a result of his discoveries in meditation methods, he looked into cultivation techniques. He smirked at himself, of course, that explained his slowed progress, he needed a method of enhancing his cultivation. From that point, he thanked the space around him and bowed before putting the scrolls back where they belonged and exited the building to create his own method of cultivation.
At first, it started with a simple observational test, examining how his cultivation progressed in each thing he had done. He started with walking, the way he walked, the way he moved, the way he took a breath, made small changes every few minutes to examine how much faster and how much slower each change had made his cultivation. This was at a minimum a week of trial and error. He then began breathing far slower, each breath minutes in between each other, but each breath deep and slow, silent and lasting. The more he did this, the easier it became and the more natural it came to him before he had to slow his breathing further. His purpose was to drag out each exhale and each inhale until his organs would adapt, his lungs expanded to take in more air and nutrients and to last longer without an exhale. At first, this caused him to sweat and get light headed, but the more he did this, his body had changed on a biological level. His body was regularly cleansed, cleaning his pores and sinuses, his body gathered more and more nutrients from each breath and each exhale had released greater amounts of impurities from the air. His body grew far healthier than it had ever been, his stress levels lowered, and as this became a passive habit, he had grown into the next stage of his cultivation progress.
As his body had grown to cultivate on a near-constant level, absorbing natural energy and nutrients in its purest state, he found that eating, drinking, and even waste disposal were growing more and more unnecessary. His kidneys and lungs alone were eradicating impurities as they entered on a far more efficient level. His mind was more focused, as his body was supplemented with more nutrients from his breathing, allowing his brain to gather and process information more clearly and efficiently. As it turns out, the healthier the body, the healthier and stronger the mind.
END OF THE TAI CHI HUMAN APPLICATION
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