Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-11588669-20140522220847

He finished the final kata with a downward stroke. Calmly, the swordsman-student stepped into a relaxed posture. He exhaled slowly, slightly winded from the exertion. But...his blade wanted a spar.

"I think I've gathered enough energy to do this...."

"You sure? I don't want you passing out again over my sake..."

"I'll be fine, Kumori. My reserves have grown." He reassured her, before taking another breath. The power in his frame clung to him, black wisps rolling off into the air. His eyes shifted into their purple and black form, and his features seemed to become more pronounced. The nearly black-brown haired student  held out his hand, palm up. And calmy drew the blade across his hand, not even wincing as blood welled up from the cut. It dribbled from his palm down to the ground.

"Kage kara no suteppu, Kumori!" Kūkan whispered, and the power within him pulsed. He could feel it flow down from his chest, through his arm and out the blood dripping to the earth. A small puddle formed...and then exploded into black and purple energy. A being formed, until the soul-energy faded away.

It revealed a beautiful, buxom young women with jet black hair reaching down to her hamstrings, held into a long, elegant pony-tail. Her eyes were a piercing violet, a few bangs coming down to frame her face. She was wearing a dark blue kimono with the kanji for void written in black and framed with purple on the back. It was tastefully edged in a dark gold, the garmet coming down to her feet. And on her back, was a matching black to the one Kūkan held in his unwounded hand. Currently, the female was looking around in wonder, startled by her surroundings.

"Been awhile, eh Kumori?" Kūkan asked softly. She smiled beautifully, and ran over to embrace him in a hug. He gently returned it, though she was a few inches taller than his own 5 foot 8 frame.

"God, it's good to be able to walk again..." She giggled.

That was....really cute.

"Why thank you."

"...of course you can read my mind."

"Well, I am your spirit...or at least part of your soul."

"...good point. Anyways, didn't you want to spar?" He pointed out, settling into a low stance, blade held up. Kumori smirked, drawing her own katana. She dropped into her own stance, one hand on the blade held pointed towards Kūkan. On an unspoken signel, the two charged, engaging in a furious duel.