Live in Honor

ADACHI YUTO 21 [23.01.96] TIER B | Cogender Hall D2 Enhanced Swordsmanship "In order to progress in life, one had to improve every day in every aspect.” - Steve Frank Closed RP 18+ Content

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23rd of January 2017

23rd January 2017. Daybreak Foundation, Seoul

Would the events in the past have not happened, this present would have been very different. This very specific day would have been very different. 

0600 - Cogender Hall D2 - Bedroom

His alarm went off at the usual time, and he woke easily. Eyes opening and taking in the image of his room’s ceiling and the colors of daybreak reflecting in the window pane. Yawning, Yuto pushed himself up to sit, turning to look out the window, the morning looked good enough for a jog. It took a moment before he remembered what day it was. January 23. A soft smile appeared on his lips, “Happy birthday Yuto,” he mumbled softly, as crazy at that may have sounded or if he was seen saying that, he heard his mother’s voice in his ear and the imaginary pat of his father’s heavy yet gentle hand on his shoulder. This year was a big thing after all. Yuto was twenty-one now. A full-fledged adult, in Japan at least. It was the long awaited year where a boy would finally realize that he’s legal to drink and do whatever he wanted. It would have been a big coming-of-age celebration, but that’s not what’s going to happen now.

Bitterly, Yuto scoffed and shook his head, pushing himself off the bed and made way to the bathroom to freshen up. He stared at his reflection for a good minute or two. He didn’t look any different, he didn’t feel any different. If anything, the feeling of emptiness and longing grew within him, especially today.

After a light breakfast, after getting dressed in a tracksuit, a cap and a face mask, he headed out for a morning jog. 

1000 - Seoul - Random District

He stood in the instant, microwaveable items aisle in a convenience store. Staring, almost too intensely, at ready-made seaweed soup pack. Reading up on Korean culture, he read that this was the soup that was served to kids on their birthday. There was no one to do this for him, so he thought, why not do it himself?

1200 - Cogender Hall - D2

Yuto sat at the dining area, the seaweed soup in a bowl, mixing in the rice. He had tried it, took a good sip, it wasn’t that bad. Actually, it was quite tasty. He ate quietly.

1400 - Training Hall - Daybreak Foundation

The clash of steal echoed the hall, grunts, groans and dry heaving resonated along with it as Yuto stood with a sword in his hand, his grip on the handle tight and his eyes piercing and determined. He took a deep breath, exhaled and calmed himself. The words of his father echoed in the deepest, darkest areas of his head.

“You’re off tempo today,” his sparring partner noticed, tilting his head in the direction of the swordie. “Everything okay?” Yuto merely grunted at that and nodded.

Again, the clash of steel resonated.

1600 - Seoul - Random District

He went and looked for his sister again. Like always, he came up empty. Today accepting that was much harder. Perhaps it was due to that hope he held in his heart that maybe he’d be especially lucky today, that the universe would give into his wish and give him a gift. That maybe all the gods, if there ever was one, would hear his plea and grant one gift that he would be grateful forever. 

1800 - Daybreak Foundation

He returned empty handed. No leads. Nothing. Disappointed, down, sad, the birthday boy made his way back to his dorm and back in his room. 

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⭐ Samurai Boy ⭐

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advmin:

The girl blinked in utter confusion when the male replied in japanese not korean only recognizing few words he said as her japanese was pretty good as she did need to pretend to be from japan for her fake life so  it was okay. Minyoung just laugh it off before replying in japanese too playfully, “Okay!  You got a point to that I’m no singer but I’m dancer!” She wiggled around doing a small shuffle on the floor with cheeky smile tugging at her lips. In all honestly, Yuto does look so done with the little witch at times and surprise how those two manage to be friends. In the way they act like brother and sister he acts way more mature beyond the years compare to Min. 

Classes, practices, those words she did not like especially means that she gotta go training again because she finds fighting useless because the opponent is pretty much invincible whether close to her so there was no general point of this little witch learning how to fight. The female pulled a nervous smile while answering to the question, “Noo….I already been too any my classes…I promise! Please don’t drag me to practice, I always get hurt and make a fool of myself.” She pouted a like a child folding her arms over. 

Honestly, Minyoung hates any physical activates, she is clumsy always fails any obstacles courses which the school makes for her.  It does frustrated her that she is weakling not able to defend herself from brutes yet she finds the training completely pointless. Hopefully Yuto would not drag her to practice because she really don’t her ass woop again.  

For a moment he had forgotten that this roomie of his knew how to speak and understand a bit of Japanese and he cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he looked at her with mild disbelief that she even wanted to justify herself. But that was just the way she was and Yuto didn’t hate her at all, just she was quite different from the people he had known before. The possibility being that she grew up in another country, not an Asian one, which makes her different with how she handles things.

“Yah, you shouldn’t be skipping out on practice,” he knew she hated it. She was a medical officer and physical exercises wasn’t her forte, that was a given, but improvement was needed, if she lacked in this, then she’d be useless as her sense of survival would pretty much non-existent. “Are you sure? I’m sure you had one right after mine. I didn’t see you there. C’mon Minyoung. You know you can’t skip this all the time. You need this.” An exasperated sigh left his lips. He’d have to accompany her again to avoid getting her flagged and sanctioned all over again. 

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[#유토] 오늘도 너무너무 추웠다…  [#Yuto] It was very very cold today… 

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A soft hum leaves her lips as a loud, bubbling noise announces the water from the electric kettle finally came to a boil. Two relatively large mugs had already been placed onto the cabinet, so Bingbing only moves to retrieve the item before pouring a healthy amount of liquid into each of the porcelain containers; she makes a note to fill them equally, but also to not add water until they are filled to the brim – teabags, lemon and perhaps even sugar needed to be added, and there was no need for a potential disaster to happen.

Once she deems the two filled evenly, both get placed on a silver tray, alongside a plate of cookies, a sugar dispenser and a box filled with various assortments of teabags. She stops for a moment as fingers curl around the handles, quietly snickering to herself as she recalls her father often mentioning about how industrial teabags are some make-shift item, which will never come up to par with the taste and health benefits that dried leaves and herbs offer. This is a view that she shares, but her excuse for not having such herbs on hand was that she’d forgotten to resupply on it; a mental note is made at this, for the next time she heads out to shop for groceries.

After picking up the tray and ensuring that she’s holding it secure and everything is well balanced out, Bingbing heads out of the kitchen and into the living area, where the guest was waiting for her at the table. “Sorry for having you wait a bit,” she offers as an apology as she steps over to the table, placing the tray onto the empty side of it, out of the way of books, papers and Yuto’s open notebook. “Did you finish translating the remaining few sentences?” is asked as a fugitive look is cast over to the notebook, even if there is little she can read when the writing’s upside-down.

“I’ll have a look over it all in just a moment but first, tea?” a smile rises to her lips as she asks that, hand coming to motion towards the colored carton box from the tray, “I have quite a few different kinds in there, so feel free to choose whatever suits your liking.”

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A part of him didn't think it was a necessity but if he wanted to get around and actually manage to get what he wanted, he had to go through this painstaking learning of another language. It wasn't that hard for him, being that Japanese and Korean had about the same structure, at the least. Not to mention all the honorifics and verb forms that changed with every tense. But, it wasn't easy either. He confused words and mixed some of them up and though he was quite good with writing it down, speaking was an entirely new challenge. His mind still struggled with processing the switch between the two languages. He still did think in Japanese and he had to force his brain to learn. It was easier at least, as he was immersed in Seoul but practice was needed.

Sitting in the rooms of his seonsengnim, Yuto had gotten used to the living room. He wasn't that anxious or uptight anymore. Sitting on the table, tapping the end of his pencil against his paper, he tried to get past the sentence that deemed, quite difficult. He may have forgotten something but it wasn't making much sense to him whenever he read the sentence over and over and put small notes in Japanese underneath. That helped him, though it was a habit he had to break.

Hearing her return, he looked up and smiled sheepishly, he wasn't finished with his translations and she was already ready to check it. Puffing his cheeks he just nodded, "I'm...stuck at the last bit," his words slow as he tried to be careful with his speech. He had to speak Korean to her, a small requirement that was justified. How was he going to learn if he refused to speak it? How was he going to improve? His eyes gazed at his teacher, she was intimidating at first but she was motherly, and she helped soothe the feeling of being uncomfortable for Yuto. He took the invite of tea first and nodded, reaching for the mug and picking out his tea. Lemon. That was a good choice, opening it up and dipping the bag in.

"Thank you," he looked up again and smiled, waiting for a bit before he pulled his teabag out and set it to the side, he'd be dipping that back in again in a bit, but for now, the bland taste of tea was welcoming.

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{ TRACKER } JANUARY WEEK 3

My turn: none

Your Turn:

@advwooseok - A Lead

@advchungha - Misfortune

@hansoladv - Challenge

@advbingbing - Progression

Plotting with:

Jisoo

Yongsun

Bogum

Changsub

Hyuna

Hoseok

Hongbin

We’re very open to plots. Hit us up if you want Yuto to fill any space you have empty. :)

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A Lead

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wooseok groans, rubbing his eyes furiously. after spending the whole night gaming, the glaring sunlight was irritating his eyes, which were bloodshot by now. to be honest, he would be in bed right now, considering the fact that he had not gotten any sleep at all but it was past lunchtime, he was hungry, there was no food at home.

as he walks to his favorite eatery in his neighborhood, wooseok talks to some of the people living around here. not really for friendly small talk or anything (wooseok is not capable of such decency), but to find out if anybody has been looking for him. his powers have given him access to the secrets of anyone and everyone, and such blackmail material has given him the opportunity to make the small neighborhood that he lived in his accomplice of sorts. whenever people came looking for the broker, the people living around here would pretend to act clueless, and alert him later on. this was more or less how wooseok manages to remain undiscovered.

not to his surprise, someone was looking for him. as he gobbles down his late lunch/early dinner, wooseok decides that he will meet whoever this person was. from the neighbors’ descriptions, it was a man who didn’t seem to be as malicious-looking as the usual gang members who would sought wooseok’s help. in fact, he came by himself, which makes it easier for wooseok to defend himself should any fight or something break out.

it doesn’t take long for wooseok to find the man. everybody in the small town has kept tabs on him and so a bit of asking around led wooseok to him in no time. “hey,” wooseok says, tone curt as usual as he walks up to his potential client, “heard you were looking for me.”

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Already debating if he should just go home and continue his search tomorrow, he finished his snacks and exhaled. He tried to still that bubbling temperament and impatience that was starting to take over. He had to calm down. He had managed to wait for a long time as is, this little hitch shouldn't matter. There's always tomorrow, tomorrow will always be better. His thinking pacified his emotions for the time being. A temporary fix that'll get him through the next couple of hours until he managed to get his mind off of it and onto something else. There was a slight pang of disappointment deep inside. Someone had the powers or access to such information, it would help a lot. It could even save a life.

He was brushing his hands to get rid of whatever crumbs that stuck to it, taking another deep breath and ready to leave and return to back to the foundation. Suddenly, a booming voice addressed him from behind and Yuto looked up, there stood a towering man, tall, doe eyed, huge. Licking his lips, he stood up, thank god he wasn't that short. At the very least he was merely 2 centimeters shorter than this guy. "You're the ony who has info?" He asked, unsure if the man should be addressed by name. "I am. I need you to look into something," his tongue twisted as he got around to speaking the right language, accented but still Korean.

"Can you help me?"

[twstdtales]

﴾ misfortune ﴿

@advxyuto ;

Luck was not on her side today.

Although the day seemed to be starting off well, everything began going downhill at noon. Results for a test-paper came in, and Chungha found herself shocked while looking over it; red contrasted starkly over her own writing, with a great part of her answers seeming to have been wrong and not right. She is not one to allow such matters to weigh down on her, especially when she knows that it’s a mistake that can be fixed eventually - the low grade wouldn’t drag her overall down by much, either. Yet, even with being perfectly aware of those details, the news hit harder than they should.

Her expression sinks, shoulders slump down and a barely-audible sigh escapes her - she tastes bitterness on her tongue. The remaining few hours, she mulls over the news - chews them out, yet she can’t wrap her mind around them. The girl grows considerably silent, more than she usually is within that setting and that suffices to grab the attention of the few people which she usually hung out with; the sullen expression spoke for itself.

Her mood got progressively worse as she left university, and went back to the foundation; she avoided taking the bus just to dodge her classmates, so the trip back took exceedingly longer than it was supposed to. Even if the hour at which she passes through Daybreak’s gate is deemed early, the sun shone less - it was beginning to set. Ideally, the walk was supposed to help the girl in clearing her mind, but it did the exact opposite and, instead, made her mind all more tangled up in thoughts related to the received grade.

Holding back her tears comes with difficulty, her teeth sink into her lip and chew at it while she repeatedly tells herself that she has to keep it together, at least until she could reach her dorm. The books which she carried her drawn closer to her chest, pressed flush against it as she stopped in place - she couldn’t uphold to it. Tears stream down her face, warm at touch compared to her chilled skin and her cheeks grow rosy in color. Embarrassment felt over this sudden overflow of emotions becomes the least of her concerns when distinct pain begins to shoot throughout her body - she transforms.

Books fall to the ground and clothes drop down too, pooling besides the volumes. From them, a feathery black head emerges, cawing softly as it struggled to release itself from the articles in which it was tangled. It’s wings flapped as it thrashed around a bit, managing after a while to release itself from the trap - freedom doesn’t gain her anything. With wings shuffling, she glances around to see if anyone else was approaching, though she is pleasantly surprised to learn that there was nobody in sight. It felt a little hard to believe, considering the large number of inhabitants that Daybreak hosted, but the girl - crow? - didn’t question it. It was better that nobody would see her like this, or that they came around at all; the last she needed was for some person to pick up her clothes and take them in a place where she couldn’t retrieve them from.

Alas, she spoke to soon - or, thought - because as her transformation occurred again, Chungha could do nothing else but hide in a nearby bush; it certainly didn’t help that another person was approaching, or the fact that he was male. A silent curse left her lips, intended both towards the situation and the pain felt in the aftermath of the shift - the cold slowly began to get to her, too. Pushing some of the branches down to clear her line of sight, she quietly gasped as the male stopped right at her clothes. Things were about to happen exactly as she wished for them not to and there was nothing she could do - or, was there?

Against her better judgment for the situation she’s currently in, Chungha begins to rustle the branches and leaves of the bush behind which she took shelter, while attempting to call out to the male, “Psst! Psst!” That likely wouldn’t suffice in grabbing the other’s attention, so she tries to reach out in a proper manner, “Hey, you! Over here!”

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Training went surprisingly well today and Yuto was in high hopes for now at the very least. If it wasn't for the foundation he would probably had gone rogue and would have been some hobo in the streets or even worse, killed.

Time was an enemy, for him at least. Too much of it would lead to insanity and at the same time he seemed he didn't have much of it left either. The longer he took with no leads or anything to even find his sister the farther idea of her survival was. There was no reassurance at all that his sister was alive but regardless, Yuto decided to keep a more positive outlook and force himself to think that she was waiting for him to save her.

The sun was setting by the time his training was over and he had decided to take a stroll. Thankful for no curfew in this place, he made his way out into the waiting unknown of the city to walk around and check some pubs in hopes that maybe by a miracle he'd see the person who took his sister or his sister. Odds were never in his favor though, and this wasn't the first time he had been doing this. Some of the bouncers already knew him and would let him pass knowing he'd just peek and leave without any troubles, they bartendersr already knew what he'd ask and he didn't have to ask again. He just had to meet the bartender's gaze and a nod or a shake of head was enough for him to walk away and move on. Though it seemed like it was a taxing, tiring and a waste of time to do all that, Yuto thought it'd be better than just lounging about and feeling sorry for himself in the room because he wasn't doing anything. This was something.

He was close to the gates when he heard rustling of leaves nearby which he ignored, it could be some animal or the wind but then a voice of a lady came calling. He stopped and looked around, he was the only person there would that mean the voice was talking to him?  It seemed to have come from the bushes and it had him raise a brow and wonder what he'd find there. The foundation has proved how different the world really was and he knew better than to think it was nothing. He approached the bush and hummed a bit, "Umm..are you talking to me?" he tilted his head a bit and tried to make out what was hiding or what exaclty was the bush.

[aaxhyoseong-blog]

⭐ Samurai Boy ⭐

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advmin:

“Oh yeah, you can not sing for love or money like  I heard you destroy disney songs in the shower, I bet you are even pretending to be pretty princess when you doing so.” She joked playfully as it was so hardly unlikely this kid would do something yet it would be beautiful sight to see if he did that. Minyoung wandered off briefly as imagine Yuto in pink princess dress prancing around like a complete bamboo making her giggle to herself.

Once she came back to reality the small female gave the samurai a playful glare when he made a comment about not able to reach due to her short stature. The black hair japanese boy sat his bum down on the seat so could take nice look at his face. Minyoung examined it closely seeing how deep the cut was and wondering if it would scar or not. She gently brushes her thumbs down his cheeks pursing her lips slightly as evaluated the cut. “Huh. It is not that deep, you won’t even get a scar from this one! Isn’t great news? Now get ready for nice warm tingling sensation~” she let the healing energy flow making her touch feel very warm as she started remove any foreign bacteria from the cut not wanting to Yuto get a infection from a simple cut. 

 The white mage eyes turn to light green while completely focus on what she was doing, in matter of seconds from silly little girl to focus doctor mode. She brushes her thumb lightly across the cut on the cheek telling his cells heal more faster than usual human being heals until the cut only appear to faint pink line on his cheek completely healed up the mark would go down on a few days as it wasn’t that deep than other cuts so scars for Yuto yet. She retracted her hands away from the male face clapping her hands together in victory as her job was complete.

“Tadah~ you are healed up! Luckily it won’t scar your pretty little face, teehee. ” 

He questioned himself every single waking moment on why he allowed to be roomed with this lady. Honestly. She tested him and kept testing his patience, always disrupting his solitude and silence and calmness. The very ripple in his steady and unmoving stream. He sighed out. The girl, once again, ran her mouth and started saying things that were of her fantasies and with how weird her head was, the fantasies were always bound to be weird and so detached from the very reality. 

“I do not butcher Disney songs. You butcher whatever song that comes out of your mouth. Sometimes you can’t even talk!” his comeback though came out in Japanese than Korean. Another heavy sigh left his lips as he just shook his head and settled. There was no end to this “suffering” though he could never really push this girl away. Though she was a definite pain in the ass, she was also very helpful and always very caring. They did look out for each other and they did get along at one point. She was his first friend since he had gotten into the foundation and also since he had been in Korea. He had that soft spot for her, but he’ll never ever admit that to her.

The mage worked her magic on his face, and no matter how many times she had done this and used him as her practice dummy because he always ended up with some sort of wound, he never got used to the feeling. It was magic. Something far beyond his understanding. His skills, they weren’t strange or super human, they were just enhanced and it made him exceed all human expectation. In a sense he was different but not like the girl before him and the many other people in his facility. 

“Thanks.” His voice soft as the healing process was over. “You don’t have classes today or practice? Should I drag you to practice again?

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{ Tracker } January Week 1

** feel free to message me for plots of if you want to drop threads.

Your Turn:

@advwooseok - A lead

@advmin - ⭐ SAMURAI BOY ⭐

@hansoladv -  Challenge

Plotting With:

Yul

Yongsun (waiting for you like you said~~)

Soohyuk

Yixing

Bingbing

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A Lead

Finally. Finally a lead!

Yuto made his way through the busy streets of Seoul, wandering, looking out for that mug of a guy that fit the description. The person said that he was tall, really tall and had doe eyes. A kid, maybe? He didn't know. But he chanced upon this old lady that told her that if it was information he sought, that man or boy was the perfect person for him to find. "The one guy who had all the answers" that was the words that the lady said and it got Yuto's heart pounding. Eager to learn something new. Maybe this was it. This was what's going to help him find his sister.

He clutched at the strap of his messenger bag as he walked along the long stretch of an alley. It wasn't littered with people and it wasnt' very safe either. Inside his bag was his weapon, concealed, but he was weary enough that he wanted to reach for it and swing it around. His sharp eyes looked at each person that walked passed him, keeping a low profile as he did. Controlling that pounding excitement. It has been a while since he last found a lead afterall.

"Have you seen a guy who was this tall?" Yuto asked one of the passersby that didn't look like he was going to rob him, his voice low, his accent heavy as he tried to describe the person in Korean that was easily understood. Ah the difficulties of being a foreigner stuck in another country. When the man said no, he bowed and thanked the man before moving onto the next, asking around. This guy had to be somewhere. Of course, as the lady stated he wasn't going to be easily found and that in inteslf was a challenge. Seoul was crowded and huge to find one person. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's been hours since he started his search, he checked his watch. There wasn't much time left, not that he had curefew, it was just that he didn't want to be stuck here when the night was damp and dark. He didn't want to risk it. His tired feet told him to rest for a moment, taking a deep breath as he bought some mandu and egg bread from one of the stands and found a place to settle down to rest for a moment.

Just a moment until his search would resume.

@advwooseok 

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Challenge

@advxyuto

Hansol knows almost nothing about fighting. He himself has never been one who likes to engage in any sort of physical altercation and, as such, he has made a clear effort to avoid so much as training for one. He’s the kind of person who avoids fights- avoids getting in a situation where he would get punched or kicked in the first place. Yeji might frown at him for his lack of ability to honestly protect himself, but it hasn’t quite changed his mind yet. His mind is the only weapon he’s really focused on. He hates the way that thought sounds though. It feels arrogant and gross. Yes, he’s smart. Yes, he can avoid conflict usually just by talking, but it’s not something he wants to shout to the world about. It’s not something he feels a need to remind himself of over and over, either. He prefers to just let things happen… He’s tired of metaphors.

But Hansol certainly can’t deny that displays of fighting skill and strength are impressive. There’s something innately interesting about running into someone who’s skill are the opposite from his own. So when he catches glimpse of the swordsman sparring he can’t help but watch in silence. He’s not knowledgeable enough to know what’s happening. Perhaps he could be if he tried, but he’s not at the moment. It’s just not something he’s bothered to learn, but he finds it none the less extremely interesting. The controlled way a swordsman fights is very different from what he’s used to. He’s seen Yeji fight plenty of times, but she’s not like this. Yeji’s wild- hard to contain. She’s not a clean fighter who watches her steps closely. No, Yeji is chaotic and perhaps just a bit dirty. That’s certainly not a bad thing, but the difference is very striking to someone who hasn’t really seen the differences before.

So he watches the fight- silent and observing. He wants to pick up as much information from this as he can. That may not be easy for him, but there’s bound to be things he can learn just from watching how a person fights. Yeji certainly fits her style. He’s hoping the swordsman will be similar. The again, he’s not sure how to deal with someone that controlled… Assuming his thoughts are correct, this might be a puzzle for him.

A smirk slips onto his face. That could actually be fun. He’s been bored here and there recently anyway, so he might as well see if he can buddy up to this particular swordsman and learn more about him. He needs more information anyway. He always needs more information.

So the moment the fight is over he practically skips over the the swordsman with the sweetest smile he can manage on his face. His hands are neatly gripping each other and he laughs just slightly. His act is still flawless- the way he likes it. 

“Ah! I’m sorry to bother you! I just want to tell you that, well… You’re absolutely amazing! I’ve never seen anyone fight like that before.” He hums to himself and fidgets with his hair just a little.  “Is that your specialty? I-I mean, um… Sword fighting, that is? It’s really great.”

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Thought he was no longer in Japan under the teachings of his father, Yuto was still very serious when it came to sparring and practice. He still lived his life the way he did when he was in Japan. Studious, in a sense. Every opportunity that he got to enhance and improve his skills was important to him. He had a lot of unfinished business and not working hard enough wasn’t going to solve them. He wanted to be better, stronger, more precise.

Yuto stared as his opponent with determination. Wrapped around him an aura of calmness that was, quite frightening with the present situation at hand. When a battle starts, or when in a fight, most often excitement or nervousness would be the main emotions that would overwhelm a person but not him, not Yuto. With the years of training he had, he had learned to control even that, for even the very hitch in his focus may lead to a loss or, much worse, death. He attacked with as much precision as he could, every step, every brandish or swing of his sword was calculated for his next move, his next step. He anticipated each movement the opponent made, assumed each stance would lead to another with a counter already forming in his head, ready to strike the man down.

The end of the fight marked his victory with a sword at his opponent’s neck, he reached out to give the guy a handshake, and bowed. It was a good fight, good training and as much as he was rearing to go again his sparring buddy had another class to attend. Walking over to his stuff, he picked up some cloth and patted at his forehead, taking deep breaths as he tried to catch his breath. The sudden greeting from behind him, had him turning to look who it was. His sharp eyes watching the incoming guy like a hawk, already so weary but he relaxed when he realized that the kid was from this place too. He’d probably spotted him in the halls but didn’t exactly pay much attention. 

“Oh. Um, thank you.” He bowed, respectful, polite, as he acknowledged the praise. “Yes. It is,” his voice was low and he looked away again only to continue to fix his things. “Do you use a sword too?” Based on what he had observed, the guy didn’t seem like he used any weapon, he looked quite frail but he learned that judging or assuming things in this kind of place was the worst thing one could do.

[aaxhyoseong-blog]

⭐ Samurai Boy ⭐

@advxyuto

Another typical day at the daybreak foundation, Min end up working on some new little tricks and still failing to simply aim the small energy in the right direction it is lot harder that it looks like in those video games. The daytime were finally over so the tiny brunette rest in her dorm quarters relaxing on the couch while reading about human sciences on how the body worked to keep her mind active and updated even though some of the stuff she thought was personally bullocks yet she rolled with it.

The tall lean sword swishing machine can rolling back home into their dorm looking little more roughed up than usual especially with a cut bleeding from the cheek underneath his eye. The female slammed her book shut getting up other to patient while folding her arms over taking good look at him. “Samurai boy, what happened to you? Do piss off someone with honor us to all routine or something? Oh! Did you sing?:That tends to annoy people too, singing certainly not sooth the beast. Anyhow bend down let take a look at the cut so I can check if it is clean cut.” she joked playfully before using her fingers to suggest her to bend down or crouch in front of small little witch. 

It seem her healing aura seem to be glitching out so how to rub her hands together to create some nice little bundle of healing energy ready to use on the poor soul. She need to see if had to clean out the wound too before actually healing it up completely cause it would be bad for the kid health too. This tends to be usual gig between the two, he goes fighting and the white mage heals him up. 

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With the way Yuto’s ability worked, he was often roughed up and wounded during training, he was stubborn afterall and when it came down to training sometimes he needed to learn when to back down or even stop. As he walked out of the training room, battered and wounded he didn’t feel terrible, sore or not, he felt pretty good. His calloused hands were throbbing and red with burns thanks to the friction as he used his weapon. As he walked back to his dormitory, Yuto took a deep breath. The young Japanese boy felt a sense of serenity every after training. 

Pushing the door of his dorm room open and kicking it back closed, he groaned or whined at the sound of his roommate’s voice. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he was quite fond of their weird friendship. Both Min and Yuto entered the foundation almost the same time and found themselves in the same dorm. She was quite helpful. His wounds were often healed within the same day and it was beneficial. Yuto was like her guinea pig, in a sense, she would practice her healing energy on him when he comes back injured, like today. Sometimes she was pretty hard to handle. This girl was almost never serious with anything and she loved to tease. It was a great test to keep calm while sharing a room with her. It was the ultimate test.

“Yah. Are you saying that I can’t sing? Tss. I was just training that’s about it. Tsk.” he sighed, the girl approached him and he looked down at the shorter lady. “Heh. You can’t reach.” 

Honestly, he was afraid that one day, she’d actually make a mistake. However, the “Samurai Boy” still moved to take a seat so his face would be within reach of the white mage.

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