Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-32843032-20170902003348/@comment-32843032-20170903013019

The one thing Sora had prided himself on was his ability to wield a blade, actually, any weapon to be honest, but the katana inparticular. The sword in general was a beautiful weapon, the fact that one could use a piece of metal filed so fine that it parted flesh was almost intoxicating to think about. He remembered spending hours cleaning his kunai because they seemed to fly so much faster when polished and sharpened. But he wasnt dealing with a kunai, he was dealing with a katana he'd found upon his exit from his old life and he noticed his father, the adoptive one, was using one as well. It was more impressive than his own rusted blade with it's black hilt and blue guard. He'd need to replace it soon. "Okay." he said to himself as he took his stance, it wasnt formal, he only crouched forward a bit, lifted his left hand in front of himself and held the right hand with the blade out to the side. That was his mid stance, and when Myoo came to make his corrections even Sora noticed he didnt feel as open, now both hands were on the sword and he didnt have to use his own arm to deflect attacks like he had been.

Sora held the stance for a moment before looking back at him and grinning, a wide cheeky grin. Then he stepped back and watched as Myoo moved, from the same stance he'd put Sora into, when the man attacked the dummy the youth grew a bit giddy as he was ready to try himself. Sora was a quick learner so maybe he'd pick up everything he had to learn in record time, but then what if Myoo had such extensive knowledge that it'd take a life time to learn it all. He said once that Sora had potential to be as powerful as him one day, did he really believe that?

Sora followed immediatly after Myoo attacked and did what he'd seen, it was two rapid diagonal cuts across the front of the dummy. It was new for Sora, he'd never struck twice like that on a single opponent, he always aimed for a single point and made sure it killed them...though sometimes he'd miss bit a hair and they'd wound him from behind. Unfortunately for them, Sora wasnt one to be killed so easily, he'd survived wounds no child should be able to purely based on the need for vengeance...he didnt kill the leader of the bandit clan but he did prove to him that even at five he could be hurt. All it took was a punch with enough force to tear a door off it's hinges. This was different though, he'd try again, and again, and again...it felt wrong. It felt like he wasnt doing it right and his frustration grew. He slashed over and over, making multiple crosses over the dummy. He moved around the target until he was a black blur trying to perfect the same move and he was getting nowhere.