Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140525200715

Kūkan's eyes gained a hard glint, the corners of his lips quirking up in a small smirk. He stepped backwards-

And vanished. The only trace of his presence was the slightly flattened grass at the base of the tree.

He appeared from the shadows behind Shukushu, the Ha (Edge) of his blade pressing into the back of his neck. And he was no longer smirking. The swordsman's face was set into a chilling scowl that promised pain and death.

"You are wrong, Class President." He spat out. "Don't lump me together with the others who just discovered theirs. Did you NOT feel that power spike earlier? Before the ones that felt like Ice and Wind? That chilling feeling of blackness and dispair? Almost oppressing? You're not the only one here with control over thier powers." All the shadows seemed to loom and grow, writhe and twist. They sent a feeling of anger and hate into the area, almost stifling. And they grew, the more Kūkan's power spiked. The air felt thick and heavy.

But there was another spike, one that felt cold and chilling. The swordsman watched out of the corner of his eye as a mist grew...the two airs combined, making the atmosphere all the worse. Shaking it from his mind, Kūkan pressed his blade a slight bit harder. Kumori radiated disapproval, but she knew why he was doing this.

"One cut. And you're dead." He stated, then withdrew the blade. Taking another step backwards, he appeared in a tree. Kūkan brought Kumori along his hand, slicing his palm as he did. A drawn blade demanded blood...and he would give it one way or another. Calmly, he cleaned the blood from his weapon, and sheathed it. Content to see what happened next.