Swordsman's Challenge. [Nagataka]

[Admiral Susanoo]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Dressed in his normal attire, the marine was looking through some katanas, nodachi, and many other blades was waiting for his nodachi to be finished from it's normal cleaning and sharping process. Not of the blades caught the young man's eyes and as such, he was disappointed by the lack of rare blades this shop held. Following this, the admiral took a small glance at some daggers but yet again, nothing caught his eye. As his eyes wonder, the store manager called upon the admiral, stating his weapon was finished. Immediately, he grabbed his weapon and removed it's sheath, inspecting the weapon of any damage which the blade recently sustain. Not spotting a single mark, Admiral Susanoo paid the manager and left without saying a word. The Pacifista walked around the lovely kingdom of Lyneel before entering an nice but quiet open field. Gripping the hilt of his nodachi, he pulled the stainless steel from it's sheath and raised into the air. With one quick motion, Susanoo pulled the blade downward, making a blue crescent moon-like projectile appear. The projectile flew through several of trees at a high speed before disappearing into thin air. Once again, he studied his weapon before finally smirking. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • 203 | TAG • Nagataka | NOTES • Challenge | CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] TIMID, HE WAS A BROKEN LONER. Nagataka had been in the Lyneel Kingdom for about a week. He enjoyed this island, with it's fields of green grass, dense forests, and civilized people. He had been living on the outskirts of the city, in a small wood where he made his camp. His accommodations were simple; a camp fire and a bed roll, with berries, fish, and small game for food. He spent his days traveling the wild training or just enjoying himself, or spending a day on the town, browsing shops and just exploring the city. The first day he stepped into the city, he had immediately seeked out the best weapon's shop in town. The owner had been a smith his entire life, coming from a long line of smiths. He was fine at his job of cleaning and sharpening Naga's blade, but unfortunately his inventory was rather shabby. There was nothing really special that caught the eye or really called out to Nagataka. They were just normal weapons. Nothing fun, like his own blade, Kusanagi no Tsurugi, was. The young samurai roamed the seas of grass, dress in his usual attire, with his black traveler's cloak over it. He too carried his most prized possession, his blade. As he walked, he noticed a man standing alone, practicing his swordsmanship. The man seemed to at least know what he was doing. Admittedly, Nagataka did not expect him to strike the air with his crescent shaped slash. He approached with caution, until he was around five meters from the individual. "You have fine moves." He spoke calmly, his usual even silky tone. Would you like to test them in a little spar, or something of the like?"

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[Admiral Susanoo]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Susanoo was quiet pleased with the work of manager. Please indeed. Sliding the blade into it's sheath, the swordsman had nothing to do but wait till a ship arrive so he could return to HQ. Taking a quick glance at the sky then the fallen trees, the admiral began to become bored but not for long. A young man with a black traveler's cloak appeared before the marine and praised the attack which apparently, Susanoo had just displayed for the man. The man had remained calm in Susanoo's presents, something which isn't seen from a normal civilized person or in this case, a samurai. Turning his attention the warrior, the admiral was quiet surprised the man asked for a challenge. Perhaps, the man didn't have a clue who he was dealing with or maybe he just didn't give a damn. Either way, a fellow swordsman offer to spar which happen to be the best idea of the day, seeing there was nothing for Susanoo to do but wait. "I approve of the idea of a sparring match. Name is Susanoo. Your's?" He requested in a calm matter while removing yet again, his nodachi from it's sleep. The admiral took a quick glance of the area, wondering if there was anyone beside the swordsman, however, it appeared to be clear. Susanoo's eyes turned towards the young man with the black cloak, waiting for a name and the weapon to be released. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • 240 | TAG • Nagataka | NOTES • Challenge | CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

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He was about to draw his blade, then realized the late hour. Nagataka had recently been invited to a pirate crew of very strong individuals known as Behemoth. His captain had ordered him to finish his business here and return to Loguetown, where he would join his crew from grand festivities, as well as oversee the event. So in his mind he made a note to face this man once again in the future, if there pathes would ever cross again. He would remember his young face, and how he carried himself regally, as well as the weapon he carried with him. He would perhaps even be better prepared or stronger then. Maybe then it would be just a spar. He bowed low to his would-be opponent.

"I do deeply regret this, but as it turns out, I cannot fight with you today. Maybe some other time, yes?"

Who knew what the future held.

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[style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #2B3856; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]I saw the future as endless reaches, the skyline's promise, has left me faced with[/style][style=background-color: #2B3856; width: 450px; font-family: Courier New; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 30px; ][/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px;]freestyle (c) miles @ on the edge.[/style]

[Admiral Susanoo]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]The man began to seem distracted and unwilling to fight Susanoo. Upon this, Susanoo watched the young man bow before him, stating this was perhaps a bad time. Personality, the marine believed that the swordsman had something rather important to do or be at. Of course, the marine wouldn't hold it against him. Bowing as a sign of respect, the Admiral nodded at the man request. Susanoo hoped to meet this man again. His almost sparring partner had disappeared but for now, it was time for him to get the hell out of this place. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • 240 | TAG • Nagataka | NOTES • Finished | CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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