InsaneAsylum
The Chocobo Champion
Izanami Kutsuki
Izanami looked on, in sheer awestruck, jaw dropping surprise at the chunk of flesh Enkai’s jutsu took out of the man’s torso. Before that moment, Izanami hadn’t though much of his odd abilities. But the sheer raw power behind that technique was undeniable.
However, the ninja was still alive, albeit keeled over on his knees. A wave of blood surged out of his mouth before he was reduced to labored raspy breaths.
Izanami approached carefully, her blade, Sesshu-ki still in hand. Her eyes were fixed on his form, and it was far more pathetic than the villainous image of ninja she held in her mind. Despite him killing her people, she could see some of the humanity within him through his pain. She felt her hatred for him begin to melt away, but then the memories of the fallen samurai reverberated in her mind, reminding her of what they’d done.
The hatred returned. But even still, a samurai had no need to prolong their enemies suffering. It was her duty to finish things.
She pointed the tip of her blade at the man’s face, holding it only inches away.
“Accept your death with honor, ninja. It’s over.”
She withdrew her blade from his face, and stepped beside him, raising Sesshu-ki vertically and to the right of her chest. Taking a deep breath, she then lifted her blade into the air. The weight of the odachi strained against her already fatigued arms.
A gentle breeze blew through, and a crow cawed loudly in the near-distance.
Then, with a single swing and well-practiced flick of the wrist, She swung down at his neck with a powerful stroke of the blade.
Izanami looked on, in sheer awestruck, jaw dropping surprise at the chunk of flesh Enkai’s jutsu took out of the man’s torso. Before that moment, Izanami hadn’t though much of his odd abilities. But the sheer raw power behind that technique was undeniable.
However, the ninja was still alive, albeit keeled over on his knees. A wave of blood surged out of his mouth before he was reduced to labored raspy breaths.
Izanami approached carefully, her blade, Sesshu-ki still in hand. Her eyes were fixed on his form, and it was far more pathetic than the villainous image of ninja she held in her mind. Despite him killing her people, she could see some of the humanity within him through his pain. She felt her hatred for him begin to melt away, but then the memories of the fallen samurai reverberated in her mind, reminding her of what they’d done.
The hatred returned. But even still, a samurai had no need to prolong their enemies suffering. It was her duty to finish things.
She pointed the tip of her blade at the man’s face, holding it only inches away.
“Accept your death with honor, ninja. It’s over.”
She withdrew her blade from his face, and stepped beside him, raising Sesshu-ki vertically and to the right of her chest. Taking a deep breath, she then lifted her blade into the air. The weight of the odachi strained against her already fatigued arms.
A gentle breeze blew through, and a crow cawed loudly in the near-distance.
Then, with a single swing and well-practiced flick of the wrist, She swung down at his neck with a powerful stroke of the blade.