Kimao made himself comfortable on the concrete floor as well. “I do not know what he told you, but it seems obvious he didn’t tell you much at all,” Kimao had a strange look on his face. Almost as if as he looked like he was betraying a trust.
Chapter Eight: A Forgotten Past
The busy streets of the Arcadian capital were bustling with workers and business men. They headed of to their work places, construction sites, and offices as the young adult stood amongst the crowds, surrounded by the world around him.
“524 central park, this is it,” he said to himself. He walked into the main building, a military officer at the desk in front of him. The room was fairly small, several young men crowded around what little space they had. There was a door behind the desk, possibly leading to another equally small room.
“Name?” the officer didn’t look up.
“Ash,” he was quick to respond.
“Last name?” the officer wrote it down on a small piece of paper that looked it had gone through a lot before settling down on the desk.
“Err…” he was obviously not prepared to answer for this, “Li- La- Lio.”
“Ash Lio,” he wrote it down. “Do you play any sports? Any physical activity?”
“I am a 5th Dan blades master,” his voice was a little chocked.
The officer looked up at him finally. “You’ve got to be joking me,” he burst out in laughter from his distilled face. “It takes a lifetime to reach a level of ability of such a technique!” he calmed down. “Look kid, you’ve got be honest with me.”
Ash interrupted him before he could finish, “I’ll prove it.”
The officer was stunned; he walked through the door behind him. Ash could see that he had already created a scene amongst the other recruits. There was a distant conversation in the back, Ash didn’t bother with it. The officer didn’t come back alone.
“So I hear you want to prove your worth to the Arcadian army, Ash was it?”
“Correct.”
“Follow me if you please.” The man was dressed in a nice red Kimono; he carried a katana slinked around his back. He led Ash through the crowded rooms to finally they reached an empty room, a very large one too. The ground was laden with wooden mats, and the walls were decorated with swords of all kinds, varying from large to small.
“I hope you recognize the significance on this room Ash,” the man stroked his long gray beard.
“It’s a nice dojo.”
The man smiled, “correct.” He threw Ash a spear that was hanging amongst the other weapons on the walls. “A blade master as you already know is skilled with all weapons,” he picked himself a spear of similar size. “Now demonstrate your skills.” He lunged forward, thrusting the spear towards Ash. He was quick to dodge, and so the battle began.
Ash was flawless in technique, keeping good focus on the ongoing fight.
“Hit,” Ash tapped his opponent lightly with the tip.
The blade master backed away in a guarding stance, “excellent, I guess that makes five for you, and zero for me!” he laughed in amusement; Ash gave a grin in return. “It would seem you posses a rare talent my young friend, having mastered such an art in so little time of your life.” Ash was not surprised. “Welcome to the elite Samurais, young Ash.” He offered a handshake, Ash patiently accepted.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
Kimao made himself comfortable on the concrete floor as well. “I do not know what he told you, but it seems obvious he didn’t tell you much at all,” Kimao had a strange look on his face. Almost as if as he looked like he was betraying a trust.
Chapter Eight: A Forgotten Past
The busy streets of the Arcadian capital were bustling with workers and business men. They headed of to their work places, construction sites, and offices as the young adult stood amongst the crowds, surrounded by the world around him.
“524 central park, this is it,” he said to himself. He walked into the main building, a military officer at the desk in front of him. The room was fairly small, several young men crowded around what little space they had. There was a door behind the desk, possibly leading to another equally small room.
“Name?” the officer didn’t look up.
“Ash,” he was quick to respond.
“Last name?” the officer wrote it down on a small piece of paper that looked it had gone through a lot before settling down on the desk.
“Err…” he was obviously not prepared to answer for this, “Li- La- Lio.”
“Ash Lio,” he wrote it down. “Do you play any sports? Any physical activity?”
“I am a 5th Dan blades master,” his voice was a little chocked.
The officer looked up at him finally. “You’ve got to be joking me,” he burst out in laughter from his distilled face. “It takes a lifetime to reach a level of ability of such a technique!” he calmed down. “Look kid, you’ve got be honest with me.”
Ash interrupted him before he could finish, “I’ll prove it.”
The officer was stunned; he walked through the door behind him. Ash could see that he had already created a scene amongst the other recruits. There was a distant conversation in the back, Ash didn’t bother with it. The officer didn’t come back alone.
“So I hear you want to prove your worth to the Arcadian army, Ash was it?”
“Correct.”
“Follow me if you please.” The man was dressed in a nice red Kimono; he carried a katana slinked around his back. He led Ash through the crowded rooms to finally they reached an empty room, a very large one too. The ground was laden with wooden mats, and the walls were decorated with swords of all kinds, varying from large to small.
“I hope you recognize the significance on this room Ash,” the man stroked his long gray beard.
“It’s a nice dojo.”
The man smiled, “correct.” He threw Ash a spear that was hanging amongst the other weapons on the walls. “A blade master as you already know is skilled with all weapons,” he picked himself a spear of similar size. “Now demonstrate your skills.” He lunged forward, thrusting the spear towards Ash. He was quick to dodge, and so the battle began.
Ash was flawless in technique, keeping good focus on the ongoing fight.
“Hit,” Ash tapped his opponent lightly with the tip.
The blade master backed away in a guarding stance, “excellent, I guess that makes five for you, and zero for me!” he laughed in amusement; Ash gave a grin in return. “It would seem you posses a rare talent my young friend, having mastered such an art in so little time of your life.” Ash was not surprised. “Welcome to the elite Samurais, young Ash.” He offered a handshake, Ash patiently accepted.