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Mysterious Stranger! Trouble in the Zaraki District! [Shunsui/ Gotei members only]
Tue Dec 12, 2017 11:40 pm
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Zaraki district, a land of savages. It was infamous for the man who came from it. Zaraki. This land still was reminscent of an old edo period town. Build of wood with it’s rather low-tech environment. Carts drawn by people or oxen moved through dusty earthen streets as the glaring sun beat down over head. In the throng of heated sweaty men, and women under the shade of their roofs a women in a loose kimono strode amongst them, twin swords secured on the left side of her hip in a way reminiscent of the samurai. Her face naturally adorned by an asian rice hat, it’s wide bamboo covering keeping her face shadowed and shaded as her hair blew out in the wind.
Beneath that hat, eyes of gold glanced outwards, taking in the noise, the bodies that moved in and out of the carts. The people who obviously had too much to drink, the pickpockets that moved deftly between the crowd. This was something she was very much so more used to. However her eyes were drawn to a lady who was clinging to a muscular man, a warrior by the mighty weapon that he had resting upon his shoulder. The women was distraught, begging for something only to be backhanded away by this warrior, the force of the blow sending her flying away to land on the dirty dusty earthen road.
Magnolia’s lips curved into a frown as her eyes glinted dangerously at this rude savage. While people on the road looked at her with obvious contempt due to her ragged clothing and skinny stature. Magnolia made her way over to the women, her feet bringing up small clouds of dust as her sandals pressed into the ground with each step. Bridging the gap as she kneeled down in a slow, and somehow graceful motion to help the woman up, softly dusting her off as she asked in a soft and measured tone.
”Is there something wrong miss? Why are you so distraught.”
Due to magnolia’s stature, her height and flat chest from the bindings she wore, it was easy couple with her mannerisms and the rice hat to mistake her as a man. Thus, the woman who looked up at the mysterious stranger that had come to her aid with a look that was close to breaking out into a full on sob had grasped magnolia’s shoulders, the anguish and fear on her face apparent as she pleaded with her.
”My Daughter who turned 16 this year was taken by the men from the rising cloud dojo. They said because i was behind on my payments this month they’d use my daughter’s “body” as payment. Please! Help her! The men of that dojo have already killed several women from this area by toying with them to death! My poor daughter! “
The woman had broken down into tears as magnolia gently brought the woman to her feet while standing up, saying in a soft voice to her.
”Take me to this dojo.”
And thus, the unlikely duo moved through the crowd, walking for ten odd minutes in the sweltering heat before coming to a massive imposing iron banded wood gate, with the words “soaring cloud dojo” carved from a wooden sign hanging from the very top of the door. Magnolia spoke once as she gently held a hand out to the girl motioning for her to get back.
Magnolia said as she walked towards the doors, step by step. Alerting the door guards that raised their spears and begun to walk forth to intercept and ask what she was doing. Meanwhile inside, the daughter had been brought to the head elders chambers. She had been tortured greviously and a old balded man, whose belly was protruding sat sweat beading from his brow. A soft sigh leaving his lips as he had went to say something. However, the words were lost as a massive boom rang out in the dojo. Those imposing iron banded wooden gates, tens of feet thick with the two guards simply exploded into splinters as a lone individual walked through. Her golden eyes gleaming coldly as she walked into the outer courtyard. Disciples of this dojo already flocking towards her one by one to stop her.
Mean while the man who remained in that room was mesmerised. His eyes moving in the direction of the noise that was getting louder and louder. Battle cries echoing throughout the complex until everything once more became quiet. Soon the door opened, while the fat man scrambled back. Hitting a button that would alert the men of the neighboring district to contact the gotei to say that they were under attack by an outside force. Only then did he look up to see the golden eyes staring down at him from beneath the shadow of the rice hat.
Bam! Magnolia’s foot launched out and kicked the man into a wall with enough force to launch him through it. Throwing him out into the back courtyard where he rolled for several meters before hitting a stone well, which crumbled underneath the force. The old fat man had looked up in fright after reorienting himself, only to feel a foot smash firmly down on the side of his face. Pinning it to the ground beneath the sandal as a voice echoed out slowly.
”Scum, who picks on the weak. Are you ready for the karma that you have sewn to be returned to you? “
Meanwhile after the gotei had been alerted, once they arrived whomever it was would only see countless men , and women sprawled about. Limbs broken, and bruises covering their bodies, however none of them were dead. Even with massive holes being put through the sturdy foundation of this dojo, merely people had only been knocked out. However as the gotei was arriving , the path of destruction would obviously lead like a path through the center of the dojo and out to the back, where a faint spiritual presence could be detected that was stronger than these unruly men. As they passed the inner chamber of the boss they’d see the tortured teenager, laying there with a broken look in her eyes, as if she was unwilling to live anymore. And a gaping hole of crumbling stone and splintered wood which would lead to the back courtyard.
Upon arriving to the back of the dojo the sight they’d be greeted with was being able to see a gleaming scimitar and a man screaming.
”NO! NO! Please, I WONT ANYMORE! JUST SPARE ME! SP-”
The scimitar cut a silver arc , beheading the man who was pinned beneath this mysterious persons foot in an instant, blood painting a crimson trail in the direction of this lightning fast sword stroke. The foot of this stranger would then shift enough to kick the head, sending it rolling. . .