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Great Dojo
Kotomine_Rin:
Vega
"Olé olé!!"
This time, it weren't the bull's... but the matador's eyes that saw red. As the man fell back, Vega did not stop his assault. He dashed, punched, punched, punched and punched - pummelling straight into the man's flesh with all his pent up emotions. All his madness.
The blows kept raining. Even stone gives out against an endless stream. As blood splattered all around, even the dome began to give.
That man, weak or not, was an impediment that still dared to threaten his reign. And none would impede his ascent to his eternal throne. That ultimate climax wouldn't be Mira's, it wouldn't be Elizabeth's, it wouldn't be anyone else's. Not now. Not ever. He would burn this whole world to the ground to make sure of that.
And it started with this dog.
"INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIL!! INÚTIIIIIIL!! URYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
That final punch smashed the man straight out of the stone dome - cracking it open like an egg. It was a pose struck to the heavens and an unearthly cry that declared his victory, and the orange glow of the sunset's rays pierced through the dark stone. A spotlight that illuminated the beautiful shade. With a powerful slam of his foot, he prepared to counter whatever that man threw! He was ready! Victorious!
You're finished. I've won. I-
And only then did his eyes widened and his fist stopped, as he stared as his falling opponent's expression... and the emptiness in his eyes. The sudden crash that rung the victory bell wasn't the sound of fist against flesh.
"Hmph. Los luchadores guapos nunca pierden una battalla."
He looked away, and for a moment he shuddered. The blood splashing all across the dojo, the broken remains of a fighter full of hope. Part of him understood that this was what he found missing to this place, the beauty he enraptured himself in so much. But another part of him rejected that wish, and almost shifted his expression into one of...
Regret.
"I wish you gave me your name." Was the first and last thing he said to that man in earnestness. Dog or not, he was its butcher - and so he looked at him in the eye one last time before turning his back on him for good. His expression was unrecognizable, but the last thing he did... perhaps out of a whim... or to torment Mira more perhaps...
It didn't matter. The rose tossed by the warrior's corpse was enough. And so, the Matador bids his prey farewell, and leaves the hunting grounds.
yinsukin:
The Dojo of Sethrol the Calm
A cool breeze flowed through the field that was known to be Sethrol's dojo. The sun's rays poked through the clouds, allowing a warm blanket of heat to pass through the lush grass. Sethrol's old skin had grown so senstive to the changing temperature, so when the clouds opened, he could feel the gentle blanket of the sun's heat envelop his body. Sethrol took a deep breath, standing on top of the downed tree that he destroyed when demonstrating to Nanako, holding a mug of tea.
In the end, Mira won the tournament. Things would be different around here. That girl could start her own dojo now if she wanted to, and unlike many others, it could easily rise to match the influence of the four great dojos, especially if she actually put time into it. Maybe she would ask him for advice. Sethrol smiled at the thought.
Walking through the field, he paused as he suddenly smelled the familiar stench of a corpse. Sethrol looked down, only to see the desecrated body of his student, lying in a pool of his own blood. It was Jonathan, a new student that spent his whole life casting a shadow on Mira. One day, that girl grew so large that he became engulfed in her shadow. He had always hoped the boy would eventually find his own path, but it ended here. Was he happy in his final moments? No....
A hand was placed on what remained of his forehead. "You at least died an honorable death, defending this dojo... Strange... I feel so sad all the sudden, despite your warriors death."
Because you didn't die happy.
Dojo of Greed
It wasn't much. Territory about the size of a city block. That is how much the weaker dojo's could expect if they were lucky. Most actually got maybe two buildings worth. On the corner of a block sandwiched between two restaurants was the dojo of greed. It was an old traditional Japanese dojo, except the walls were deliberately poked with holes. Around a dozen men stood outside the building, their gees being all white, aside from the demonic eye emblem painted on their breast.
A man with a bulky frame but ordinary features stood in a circle of the men. "What is our goal?"
"TO FIND OUR MASTER!" the yelled.
A man ran up to them. "Guys guys! He... he is in Halloween town!"
Everyone froze. For a moment, they were silent. Then the man in the middle spoke. "Send someone over there! We have work to do boys! We celebrate the arrival of our master!"
YOLF:
The Dojo of Sethrol the Calm
Zhang Liu's steps were neither loud nor quiet on the natural textures of his mentor's domain. He blended into the sound of the wind and faded lusterless under the rays of the sun as a garden statue of short years in a lush estate, neither belonging nor unsuitable to its preened beauty. The joyless serenity of the man remained unswaying when his feet reached the edge of the pool of blood and when he drew his hands together for a prayer.
"He remained true to his path to the end. Pity would be unwelcome," he said.
yinsukin:
Dojo of Sethrol the Calm
Sethrol let out a weak laugh. "And what is wrong with pity? Why must we always be so stoic towards one another? Is that respect?" Sethrol asked out loud. His face turned cold, a frown deepening the more he spoke. The eyes he had were filled with so much passion, even as his cheeks began to look worn. He turned to Zhang's prayer and scoffed. "You tell me not to pity yet you pray for his soul. If you truly believe him to be on the right path, why must he rely on your prayers?"
Sethrol took a deep breath and that frown faded into something more neutral. "When did showing strong emotion for one another become considered weak? Why would anyone believe such nonesense?"
The old man's eyes widened. "Right.... Let your emotions pass with a breath and fade into the void. Allow only concentration as you connect with the cruel reality of nature. I suppose those were my words weren't they Zhang?"
YOLF:
Dojo of Sethrol the Calm
Zhang Liu unclasped his hands to frown at Sethrol. His hands curled into fists at his sides as spoke. "I have never mistaken what you taught us for the only stone on the great path. And if you measure my success by detachment, then truly, I have failed as your disciple. But long have I been willing to act the hand of discipline to the great Dojo, so that those that immerse themselves in the lessons first may never lose heart over the scoundrels who would shame them, or their source."
His shoulders turned until he was facing the Dojo Master fully, and he brought a fist into an open palm at the height of his heart.
"This prayer is solely my conceit. But Jonathan would not have wished for pity. That is all the answer you should need," Zhang declared, bowing in the way Sethrol could see a thousand times in their shared memories. Then he rose, and their eyes met. "Besides, master, you are well aware this solemn face of mine is permanent."
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