拙僧剣

"Kakakaka! This humble servant of Buddha is called Yamabushi Kunihiro!" Rank: Nobody (4/16) Housing: District Zeta Weapon: Wooden Sword Citta Affiliated

[shiseptiana]

[g-tsuri]

[kishidanchou]

my favorite swords in game so far aaaaaah (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡

[znzn06]

国広三兄弟もっとください、、、プリズ

[popotelier]

saniwa kunihiro

[s-haa-deactivated20160218]

blue haired oniisan(s)!

[furiage-deactivated20200421]

you wanna get rekt, nerd????

[sessouken]

Tell that to yourself you overgrown sword on a stick

[sessouken]

Fights Iwatooshi

[g-tsuri]

[sessouken]

Beef take-out {closed}

[okossakura]

‘Nice day for a run’? Cue the instant and trademark scowl. They were in what very well may have been a life or death situation, yet the stranger approached this so nonchalantly? Byakuya valued his life a little more than that. The string of curses spewed from the noble was drowned out in laughter that only deepened his negative outlook on this. 

‘Nice day for a run’. Whatever.

The captain’s legs moved rhythmically, propelling him forward with each stride. Much to his surprise, Yamabushi had actually managed to keep pace with him, and even pass him on occasion. This would be effective, had they not been running down a straight path in their efforts to escape the herd. Byakuya knew well enough from the obvious speed of the beasts that if they prolonged a vertical sprint they would be caught in mere seconds. Eyes scanned the area frantically, searching for lifelines or alternatives. There was a turn they could take further down the road, but it would be a stretch before they could make it. The sounds of the hooves pounding against the asphalt was growing closer, and they were pressed for options.

“We must change directions or be killed, but we are unable unless we can reach the next crossing in time. At this speed, it won’t happen.” He was still as calm and composed as usual, but he was a bit disappointed in his physical capabilities without his spiritual power assisting him. He just hoped they could make it in time.     

[sessouken]

“Captain! Need some assistance?” The tachi sped up and without warning scooped up Byakuya in his arms, being careful not to lose his grip and accidentally drop him. The robes got in the way and almost made Yamabushi trip but thankfully he got back his footing or else there will be mess on the city streets.  

What happens next is something you would see in circus acts as Yamabushi, using all of his humble servant of Buddha’s leg muscles, made a high jump and landed on one of the bulls back. Now how he balances him with Byakuya in his arms while wearing those geta on a back of a bull and not being stabbed in the balls with the horns is a feat made possible for being a humble servant of Buddha.

Or pure luck, to be honest.

“Nice, this is nice, you can sit next to me.” He carefully sets both of them down to sit comfortably on the back, with careful precision to not make the bull thrash and throw them off, but it didn’t seemed to mind.

The stampede came to a stop when the bulls found the place they were looking for; a public swimming pool. It was no challenge for anyone of them to smash through the metal fences that weakly barricaded the area and not to mention scaring all the people out of the pool in less than a split second.

Everything seemed to go slow motion when the first bull jumped into the water, it was like Matrix or something. The big splash was then followed by continuous ones as each bull jumped into the water simultaneously, managing to fit at least twenty of them in the public pool. It was heaven for the animals as they were being baked under the sun with not enough water and shade to go by back in the ranch, and this may be the reason to as why they were agitated in the beginning.

Of course, the bulls weren’t the only ones who took a dip in the pool.

“KAKAKAKA! Let’s do that again!”

[toushirouyagen-blog]

国広など by しらみね

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[bewitchedblade-archive-deactiva]

“…Yes, of course.”

“Punishable by death, even.”

[sessouken]

“Then we must save my friend Nagasone from these ‘memes’, post haste!”

“Pray tell, how does one atone from these sins?”

[sessouken]

"Are memes a sin?”

[sessouken]

“Kakakaka!”

“What’s a hooker?”

[sessouken]

Beef take-out {closed}

[okossakura]

Byakuya found that using shunpo to cover more ground in his travels made the treks a simpler task. There wasn’t much that posed a threat to him since his single skirmish shortly after his arrival, so using what little abilities he did retain for other purposes only made him wise for it, right? 

The noble was some distance away from home, and had passed along a ranch even; hardly stopping to take note of the livestock there. It wasn’t something he commonly saw at home, but hardly enough to entirely seize his undivided attention. Byakuya’s mind was already clouded enough –having tasked himself with studying every nook and cranny of the city– without stopping to worry about a ranch. Somewhere there would be a flaw to be exploited, and this exploitation would be their ticket home. Prioritizing properly was the key to this success. With this following through as it should, he could at last stop beating up on himself for being little more than useless in this state. 

However, there were always obstacles to distract him from his destination– literally, and figuratively. First, almost obnoxious laughing and shouting came from the near distance. It broke Byakuya’s train of thought, much to his frustration, and he turned to see what the commotion was. Bulls. Many, many bulls. They were headed toward him at an alarming speed, and a rather large man was leading them. His legs moved before he could even stop for interrogation. There was no way to instantly move himself away from the stampede, so getting a head start was vital. 

“Idiot, how did a herd of bulls begin to follow you like this?” His legs shuffled faster; his speed gradually increased. He wouldn’t bother trying to slow up to save the other male, assuming that he didn’t intentionally aggravate the herd to begin with. “…You’ll follow my lead if you want to live.”

[sessouken]

Yamabushi’s eyes widened in surprise but only continued to laugh as he’d managed to get a random stranger into the mess he may or may not accidentally created.

“Greetings! A nice day for a run, isn’t it!?” 

His voice boomed without a sign of fatigue in it, it’s mostly thanks to his ascetic training up in the mountains where oxygen is as thin as paper. This is also the reason that despite wearing those tall geta of his, he seems to have no trouble in moving in them, let alone running at a speed enough to outrun a herd of death raging cattle and to catch up to his newly found friend. He didn’t worry for the other for he looked like he has enough strength and power to keep himself from getting trampled, and besides, if worse comes to worst, Yamabushi can always give him a lift. 

There was no time for introductions nor isn’t the time to think if he could trust this man or not, but since they’re both in the same predicament, there really any choice but to trust the stranger.

“Roger that, captain!” The Kunihiro blade did a little salute and slowed down his speed, enough to keep some distance between him and the bulls but also keep himself from out running his comrade.

[toushirouyagen-blog]

ジャージ3兄弟 by アムD

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[sessouken]

2beefcakes1thread {closed}

[nisegatana-blog]

“Eh?”

Immediately, he turns himself around at the sound of that booming voice. There rang another sense of familiarity, one that would ( for the moment ) light up the uchigatana’s face. In a city so foreign and cold, any familiar face and voice was much appreciated by him.

“Yama–” His overjoyed cry would be cut off immediately, his jovial expression quick to falter and shift into something more akin to surprise and worry. The kunihiro blade’s been battered quite a bit and yet the overjoyed expression betrays the pain he must be in.

“Yamabushi!?” Nagasone’s own advancement would meet him half-way, worry plastered upon his features. “What happened!? You look like you’re seconds from breaking. Be careful– ah, we need to get you repaired and quickly.” Truthfully, Yamabushi could be perfectly fine and the uchigatana would still worry. If he were to break in this city…

… Do blacksmith forges exist in any quantity in this city?

[sessouken]

Yamabushi tried so ever to keep that smile plastered on his face to reassure the other. Even if that didn’t work, he picked up Nagasone and gave him a bear hug in hopes that the other’s worries fade away. He was indeed in pain but nothing brings him more pain than seeing his comrades with a sad expression.

“Do not fret! These muscles of Buddha are trained to withstand any punishment! Kakakaka!” 

His loud voice and hearty laugh would probably pierce the heavens with that energy he puts in them.  He then sets down Nagasone in order to discuss the more serious matter.

“But yes, it would be best if we find some place where I can rest. Ah, maybe that man in uniform would help us!”