Post by Deleted on May 4, 2021 21:20:30 GMT
[ BGM — Agni Kai ]
Friendship, Loyalty and Brotherhood. Inarguably three of the most important things fuelling a bond, especially between fighters of the elite calibre. However, is there such a thing as elite? Could this not be a construct that people develop in their heads when idolising a group of fighters, putting them through their paces and heavying the burden upon the shoulders of those select few? No matter, this question has no answer. Throughout the history of the universe, there have been people who fight - and those who choose to fight become legends, putting golden sparkles on the hell known as the battlefield. These golden sparkles make sure that the kids, the adults, and the elderly alike all think of war as some honourable sacrifice - and indeed it is. However, at what point should the line be drawn. At what point does it become dishonourable to throw young, star-struck men into the hell? That question could be answered very simply, however this still occurs.
As the answer to the first question - "is there such a thing as elite", this is very simple. It's all to the societal mindset to decide.
What was the point to this hypothetical you may be asking? Well, there is one person named "elite" - one immortalised as the Vengeful Spirit, who despite the rumours absolutely abhors violence. This is of course the woman called Natalia Markova Yanakido. When one is centred with who themselves are, and what they must do in order to survive, this could be deemed a very, incredibly rare trait. Shouldering a burden from the very moment she was even conceived as fact, she had learnt from a relatively young stage in her maturity to centre herself - in fear of a greater evil. However, ignoring her centre, ignoring her astronomically above average fighting ability - she abhors violence. When someone becomes an "elite" - this is a title given to them when they are proven to be good at something, someone who is worth fighting in the view of the society they're involved in. Would this add to the burden crushing the young girl at the focus of this analogy?
As the answer to the first question - "is there such a thing as elite", this is very simple. It's all to the societal mindset to decide.
What was the point to this hypothetical you may be asking? Well, there is one person named "elite" - one immortalised as the Vengeful Spirit, who despite the rumours absolutely abhors violence. This is of course the woman called Natalia Markova Yanakido. When one is centred with who themselves are, and what they must do in order to survive, this could be deemed a very, incredibly rare trait. Shouldering a burden from the very moment she was even conceived as fact, she had learnt from a relatively young stage in her maturity to centre herself - in fear of a greater evil. However, ignoring her centre, ignoring her astronomically above average fighting ability - she abhors violence. When someone becomes an "elite" - this is a title given to them when they are proven to be good at something, someone who is worth fighting in the view of the society they're involved in. Would this add to the burden crushing the young girl at the focus of this analogy?
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The mountain-range litters the eyeline, blocking the horizon that lies beyond the untouched beauty of the natural landscape. The snow blankets the large amount of land at the foot of the majestic, noble and ginormous mountains. The Lilliputian pine-trees spread out across the land for miles upon miles, leaving around a few hundred meters between the foot of the mountain and the start of the barrage of trees. The air is filled with a clean, almost burning clean aroma. This land was untouched - mainly because the land is so treacherous - unforgiving to those who wander here without preparing. Even the most skilled explorers of the universe leave this place well alone. Some of that is attributed to the legend which stems from this area. A story which indeed nobody would want to tamper with - especially with the stories validating other stories, which become fact. The stories dictate the existence of a Vengeful Spirit roaming around the landscape, trading blades, and taking lives relentlessly. However, was this the full truth?
The woman stands unto the mid-section of the foot of the mountain, watching as the heavy blizzard takes the branches of the pine-trees and swings them around - almost as if it were cleaning the branches of its overloading snow. Her void-black hair, mixed with the plait in which she kept it in - her white kimono fluttering amongst the wind, almost as if it were trying to match the dance of the winds itself - harmonising itself and the woman with nature. However, despite how hard she tried, there was no shaking the fact that she did not harmonise with the land - she was something irregular. A foreign element so to speak. The tears rolled off her burning red cheeks, being picked up with the wind and shot across the land, becoming one with the blanket that had enveloped this land. As she slid down the bank, being careful to keep her balance, her foot slid too much, throwing her balance off and throwing her into the blanket of snow beneath. She stabs her blade into the ground, swiftly brushing the snow from her bare-skin. At this stage in time, this was immediately after she had learnt the events leading up to her father's death - and her dance with the Onryo within her. They had reached an accord - if you could even call it that. Natalia was now free, she was free to utilise the Onryo's power amongst her own - however this would spell the end for whoever she had needed to use the power for. However, despite controlling it - she remained in a sense of solitude - looking to sharpen her blade, and her wit. Not that anyone would come here of course - given the stories of the Vengeful Spirit roaming these lands.
Despite reaching the stage where she felt as if she knew herself, her lineage and her own ability - being centred with herself in the truest sense of the phrase - there was one, final question.
How long until the spirit comes out to play?
The woman stands unto the mid-section of the foot of the mountain, watching as the heavy blizzard takes the branches of the pine-trees and swings them around - almost as if it were cleaning the branches of its overloading snow. Her void-black hair, mixed with the plait in which she kept it in - her white kimono fluttering amongst the wind, almost as if it were trying to match the dance of the winds itself - harmonising itself and the woman with nature. However, despite how hard she tried, there was no shaking the fact that she did not harmonise with the land - she was something irregular. A foreign element so to speak. The tears rolled off her burning red cheeks, being picked up with the wind and shot across the land, becoming one with the blanket that had enveloped this land. As she slid down the bank, being careful to keep her balance, her foot slid too much, throwing her balance off and throwing her into the blanket of snow beneath. She stabs her blade into the ground, swiftly brushing the snow from her bare-skin. At this stage in time, this was immediately after she had learnt the events leading up to her father's death - and her dance with the Onryo within her. They had reached an accord - if you could even call it that. Natalia was now free, she was free to utilise the Onryo's power amongst her own - however this would spell the end for whoever she had needed to use the power for. However, despite controlling it - she remained in a sense of solitude - looking to sharpen her blade, and her wit. Not that anyone would come here of course - given the stories of the Vengeful Spirit roaming these lands.
Despite reaching the stage where she felt as if she knew herself, her lineage and her own ability - being centred with herself in the truest sense of the phrase - there was one, final question.
How long until the spirit comes out to play?