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Post by Azai Mana on Apr 6, 2014 14:23:38 GMT -7
Mana found herself amused by Rin's mannerisms and commentary, as well as by her questions. She had to bite back a giggle as the girl displayed surprise and confusion about her being a native. Listening intently to what followed, she learned that Rin herself was Indian, yet deposited in an orphanage. The former enforcer imagined it might've been an odd way to grow up, being raised alongside those whom had lost their families to war or crime. Not that she had any room to make comparisons, considering.
Rin seemed to be a ball of questions, curiosities, mixed energy and - if Mana could be honest with herself - cuteness. Certainly an enjoyable change of pace compared to most of the people she knew now, a fact that she hoped might continue to change in positive ways. When asked about how she felt about the wars occuring here, the Omi native knitted her fingers together and rested them under her chin, elbows against the table's edge. "I believe it has gone on for long enough. Those in power, respectable as most of them are, seem to refuse to make amends and work together for the sake of the land. It's deplorable and unfortunate, as they're ultimately making life difficult for everyone." She paused to indulge in more of her meal and sake, taking the opportunity to think of how to continue. When she did, she fixed Rin's gaze with her own. "What do you think, Rin?"
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Post by Azai Mana on Apr 6, 2014 12:39:28 GMT -7
If Mana could not get through to the Azai now, then she would cut open a path, one way or another. For now, she had to focus on the three men before her. Three spearmen, two from the front aiming for her waist, and she had seen the third running to her rear. Reacting quickly and precisely, she diverolled to the right as she was being thrust at, turning and rising in time to see the three men potentially stabbing at or into eachother. Regardless of if they did or not, Mana would advance with her cross-spear and aim to slash and thrust into their torsos, countering any efforts that they made to attack her a second time, bearing in mind that it was three (depending on the above) against one.
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Post by Azai Mana on Apr 3, 2014 23:52:01 GMT -7
Mana spied the man coming as she finished off his prone companion. Releasing her spear and leaving it in the corpse, she made to quickly move out of the way and around the charging bandit, intending to trip him by kicking out his ankle. If successful, the former enforcer would pick up the nearest weapon - whether that's her yari or a pointy object on the ground, it doesn't matter - and step in to stomp his stomach/back (depending on if he's on his back or front respectively) to stun the man before embedding her acquired weapon in his skull, then retrieve her yari if she hadn't just done so. If the trip failed, she'd grab her spear all the same and fight him off before moving on in the battle.
In both cases, and if the man is dead, Mana's intent was to then circle around the main battle and link up with Azai forces, cutting through and counterattacking any bandits in her path to do so.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 31, 2014 1:30:12 GMT -7
The distinct feel of metal embedded in her shoulder, though expectedly painful, did not give Mana cause for alarm or fear. She had experienced far worse pain, both physical and psychological, than a meager dagger in her lifetime. Holding her yari steady with her injured arm, she used the other hand to unceremoniously pull the blade free of her shoulder with naught but a grunt. Determined to fight for her countrymen whom she had not seen or known for so long, Mana opened an eye and fixed it on the bandit daring to touch her spear, just before throwing the dagger at his neck.
If successful, Mana would pull her weapon from his grip and thigh before dead man's grip could set in, and gently wipe the dirt from her tear ducts so that she execute the bandit prone on the floor, then resume her objective. If she missed, she'd take the opportunity while the man was preoccupied with the projectile to forcefully shove her spear forward as hard as she could, then yank out and thrust for the source of his yelling, then wipe her eyes as previously detailed.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 29, 2014 16:55:00 GMT -7
Mana took the dirt in the eyes, but did not make to grab or claw at them, for she knew this would worsen her defense and leave her truly vulnerable. She slammed her eyes shut, keeping them closed even as she was booted to the ground. Though sightless at the moment, she could hear the katanas of the other two men being flourished and sent for her. The enforcer held her yari tight and parallel against her front and rolled, narrowly avoiding a choppy death, rising to a kneel and using the auditory information to swing her weapon for where she estimated the two bandits' legs to be, intending for one of the side prongs of her cross-spear to cut into - or through, if she was especially lucky - their legs.
Regardless of her success or failure, Mana would promptly rise to her feet and listen intently, shifting to the defense and only countering an attack when she was certain there was an opportunity. If, at any time, she counted the deaths of three men, she'd stop and clear her eyes of the dirt to regain her full sight.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 29, 2014 16:09:11 GMT -7
The situation was close: Mana's weapon pinned to prevent maneuverability, someone about to release a knife aimed at her forehead, and another rushing to stab her ribs in. Without hesitation, and in a single movement, she pulled her yari toward herself as she stepped back and ducked down. Her weapon free of its pin left it able to be properly wielded again, while the knife flew past her head midway through her ducking and took a few strands of hair with it, and the man who would've impaled her side ended up with no positive results.
With her spear pulled back and braced for its next strike, Mana turned and stepped toward the bandit that had charged from her right side, thrusting hard and fast for his stomach, and immediately pull out as soon as the weapon bottomed out. If successful, and while watching herself, she'd go on to pick off the two men who'd previously held her weapon at bay, and follow through on pursuing the other three men who were her current opponents. If she failed, Mana would withdraw to a defensive mindset, once more prioritizing counters over offense.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 29, 2014 15:34:52 GMT -7
The manner in which the bandits moved showed signs of tactical knowledge. Instead of rushing head-on or one at a time, they banded together and made to surround Mana. She had little time to react, lest she be torn in two from ten strikes. Dropping down below the closing weapons, she managed to make it down unscathed, and moved fast by impaling one of the men's legs, then yanking her spear out and rushing through that same leg to escape the enclosure. From there, while maintaining awareness of her rear, Mana would go on to fight the ten brigands arrayed before her, focusing chiefly on counterattacks and utilizing clear opportunities to press the attack when presented, all while using her senses, agility, and reach to her advantage.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 29, 2014 13:36:25 GMT -7
The sight before Mana, while not uncommon for the age she found herself in, or even for her background, was very strange. It was a common tactic for bandits to try outnumbering a target in order to overwhelm them, as they were doing here, but not to this degree. Were they just that afraid of the Azai soldiers before them, perhaps? She knew not, and had no time to ponder this line of thought, for those very same Azai were on the ropes with no way of getting out, at least until that runner presumably made it to the allied camp. They might be dead before he returns with the reinforcements, though.
Not on her watch, not in the homeland she just returned to, and certainly not her countrymen.
As it stood, the bandits had not appeared to notice Mana, meaning she was relatively safe to proceed how she wished. As someone who had been on the other end of this equation before, she knew that charging the skirmish site head-on could lead to her untimely death. Instead, she took note of the 'battlefield' and its terrain: a road with thick brush on either side. She snuck off into the brush on the side with fewer bandits, making sure her spear was both at the ready and not poking out conspicuously to give her away. Once hidden, Mana would emerge when no enemies were looking toward her, get behind the closest man and impale him through the head.
If successful and still unaccounted for by the bandits, Mana intended to duplicate the maneuver on each bandit she saw that did not recognize her presence, slaying them with single thrusts through the head or heart (from the back, of course). If successful but noticed by the enemy, Mana would shift to a combat stance and fight intelligently, using her spear's length to her advantage when she could, fighting with both ends if an enemy came close, and counterattacking when an opportunity arose. If she failed in the initial assassination, her tactic would be to single out the man and dispatch him in a similar method to the above, then move on as outlined in the previous condition.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 27, 2014 14:11:06 GMT -7
Type of Quest: Skirmish Quest Info: While on a patrol with a handful of soldiers, young Shinjo Naoyori of the Azai clan is accosted by what appears to be bandits. The numbers are not in their favor. A returning Mana wanders into the skirmish site and has to make a choice. Location: Omi, near the Azai-Sasaki border People Involved: Mana, Azai soldiers, 'bandits' (Sasaki/Rokkaku soldiers in disguise), Azai Nagamasa?, Shinjo Naoyori (historical Azai samurai, born 1538) Plot-Important: For the Azai, quite possibly. For the rest of the country, probably not.
Note: Brandon has requested precedence in GMing this quest, so unless he has a change of heart, I'd like to leave this one to him.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 27, 2014 13:42:16 GMT -7
Another drill was being offered to both soldiers and townspeople in the little patch of Omi that Mana resided in. She was both surprised and pleased with how generous the Azai clan had become without Hisamasa at the helm; she wondered if her father would have been proud. Regardless, this drill was in regards to horseback riding, an ever-useful skill for anyone to have, even if they weren't intending on becoming a professional cavalier. While Mana had ridden horses during her later enforcer years, she had never specialized in that department, sticking to the base skills. It was her instincts that got her through any tricky obstacles.
So, she thought, why not improve on her horsemanship now that she was free?
For the better part of the drills, Mana observed others running the three-lap oval-esque track set up outside of town. As with most things, the track looked easier to run than it really was, and quite a few locals played to that train of thought, only to find themselves struggling to clear even small hurdles due to their oversight. Mana, on the other hand, considered the attributes of the course carefully, intending to memorize as many as possible, and estimate where she would need to move, jump, and so on. That was her second advantage after instinct: calculation.
When it was almost time for Mana to ride, she headed off to the stables and picked out a sure-footed, youthful stallion with black fur and a peaceful look in its eyes. The ex-enforcer stifled a giggle about the blatant contrast between the two of them, feeding the stallion an apple on the way to the track and mounting up upon arrival.
An Azai soldier bashed the gong, serving as the starting gun for Mana to take off.
The first stage of the course was simple, meant to get riders used to their horse. Three spaced-out mild jumps in the form of low fences. Mana reined her horse to leap over them, the stallion taking low 'hops' over each fence and galloping in-between each jump. They soon came to a turn, and when they rounded a corner, a single, higher fence stood between them. Spurring onward, the former enforcer urged her mount to bound over, making it reasonably well without touching the fence.
Past the next corner was more of a challenge. There was a mid-sized fence shortly followed by one of the smaller barriers, a test in reflexes of both rider and horse. Mana took it head-on, as did her young mount, whom leapt over the first obstacles, then essentially bunny hopped over the following fence in a slightly awkward but still functional jump. Landing on the other side, they continued onward, more easily leaping past the two small walls that followed further down the path. The route took a sharp turn, which Mana remembered from her observations, and steeled for what lay next as she tugged the stallion's reins accordingly, making it through the turn in time.
Next was a single jump, but this time, the fence was much taller than those earlier on the track. Thankfully there was nothing before or after it except for another turn, so Mana, without hesitation, cracked the reins and spurred her beast onward at high speed. It took off with a great bound over the barrier and landed hard on the other side, picking up its pace right where it left off prior to the leap. Around the turn they went to the next challenge: a series of four small jumps, close but not tightly so, with a mid-sized fence halfway between. Navigating carefully and patiently, Mana slowed her stallion's gait to a smooth canter, hopping each jump at an angle, with particular priority given to the wall in the center to avoid tripping up midway through this leg of the track. After the fifth jump, she maintained their pace around the second and last sharp turn.
The last challenge of the track was similar to the previous, but... More complex. Mana had paid most attention to this one, as it tripped up a few of the Azai soldiers running the drill today: a minor fence that was followed by a mid-size, which in turn had an immediate small jump, then a pause before a second high wall, finishing with one last small jump. Contrary to what one might believe at first glance, it was the second and third small walls that tangled the riders and their mounts, not their larger cousins. Mana had had time to contemplate how to counter these, and took firm hold of the reins once more to show what she had learned today.
Though a distance away from a perfect performance, Mana maneuvered her stallion over the first hurdle, picked up its gait to a gallop and leapt across the mid-jump before duplicating their bunny hop manuever over the third wall. The brief few seconds before the large jump was enough time to adjust pace once more, speeding up further in time to bound up and over the tall fence. Just as they landed, Mana pulled on the reins to slow the beast before he hopped over the final barrier, its rear hoof clipping the fence, but not impacting enough to throw off its balance. Landing on all fours, the stallion snorted and continued on at a trotting pace.
One lap down.
The other two laps followed in a similar fashion, but more smoothly than the first, as Mana had time to perfect her route and control of the young beast below her legs. At the end of the third, she walked the horse back to the stables and fed it an apple, then left it to the trough to drink and recover. She lingered for a time, stroking its mane to their mutual content.
It might be nice to ride again soon, Mana thought.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 27, 2014 1:53:18 GMT -7
When it came to beaches, there were two main locations that stuck out in the minds of many within the country: the sun-blessed shores of Chugoku, and the carefree Shikoku shoreline. For Mana, whom had been recommended to take some time to experience either beach by a recent acquaintance in Omi, she had no interest in boarding a ship at this time just to frolic around in Shikoku. Thus it came to pass that she headed west, bound for the Mori-governed region of Chugoku.
Mana spent the first day getting situated in her rented room at an inn, then exploring the town. On the morning of the second day, after enjoying a quiet breakfast, the former enforcer departed in search of the beach. It took until the early afternoon to find, though at least the journey wasn't dull.
Her arms folded beneath her bosom, spear strapped to her back - the points were concealed by a sack tied off at the opening, Mana meandered onto the beach, where, surprisingly... Not many people were present. Infact, it seemed rather vacant. While this was not a complaint for the recovering amnesiac, it was confusing, and conflicted with what she'd heard back in Omi. Perhaps she'd come on a slow day, or there was some other event happening? Mana shrugged to herself; if people weren't here, they weren't here.
Sitting on the warm sand, the snowy girl gazed out at the ocean. Boats and a few ships were sailing further off, going to and from the port, or across the horizon, et cetera. She'd only been on a boat once, back during her stint in Ise. It was peaceful, riding atop the water. To think that the world had progressed so far as to travel along the great oceans, to the point of foreigners from a place other than neighboring China or Ryukyu were able to land on their country's shore... It was truly amazing.
Coming out of her thought processes, Mana heard the jovial, energetic voice of a child off toward another end of the beach. Curious, she glanced over and saw an unexpected sight. There, standing guard over what she theorized to be a noble family, were a group of soldiers, and just beyond them was a man carrying a little girl on his back. She couldn't rightly place his expression from this distance, but it seemed... Uncomfortable.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 27, 2014 0:44:38 GMT -7
"Omi is roughly in the center of the country. It is ruled by the Azai clan, and is directly west of Mino, Oda territory," Mana clarified in response to the girl's distance question. Glancing over at her dinner guest, she took note of further details. Though her skintone was close to the majority of Japanese natives, her facial features gave her away as being of foreign descent. However, she seemed to speak the language with natural fluency; perhaps she was born and raised here? A distinct, logical possibility, though Mana would refrain from prying for the moment. On top of the curious difference in descent, she had green eyes that, even in the dim light of the tavern, shined like hunks of jade. An attractive trait to be sure. In a sense, the girl could be called exotic, much like many had called the daughter of Azai herself.
When it came to the girl - now introduced as Kobayashi Haruna, or Rin - explaining why she had apparently been ogling Mana, she 'hm'ed in acknowledgement. Then came Rin's flattering explanation of the ex-enforcer's physical attributes. Though Mana had often been subjected to words of praise, both flowery and lewd, they were from criminals, low-lifes and corrupt souls, all during her time as a virtually emotionless husk. Now though, these words came off as less perverted to her ears, and potentially more genuine. Whatever the intent behind them was, Mana did not know, though she suspected it was harmless. She hardly noticed the quiet giggle and small smile coming to her face.
"Thank you, Rin... Perhaps it's hard to believe, but I am infact a native of this country," Mana stated, giving her new acquaintance a moment to react before continuing. "My skin, hair, and eyes were given to me by my mother; she's partially German, a people from the West, or so I was told." 'Told' was technically true. Her memories told her enough details of her childhood, including the heritage that she gleamed. She hoped that Rin would not ask for further info on her blood, for she could only provide so much. Allowing her to digest the info, the snowy girl took more time to indulge calmly in her meal, savoring the flavor, then washing it down with sake. A content sigh escaped her moist lips, which she dabbed off with two fingers before returning her attention to Rin, politely waiting for her to continue, and listening if she spoke.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 26, 2014 0:18:23 GMT -7
From the apparent inquisitiveness of this unknown girl, who Mana deduced to be close to her own age, she guessed that the stranger was bored. Maybe curious. Hard to say for sure. Though Mana hadn't been the talkative type since childhood, of which she could only remember so much of anyway, she knew it would be impolite to simply disregard her curiosities.
Mana native took a whiff of her sake, then set it back down to pick up her chopsticks. As she investigated her food, she spoke clearly to the girl, despite not making further eye contact. "I'm from Omi. I found myself in the region and wandered a little. I will be setting out for home after tonight." She paused to take a few bites of her warm food. The thought was on her mind; she highly suspected that her newfound acquaintance may have been curious about her distinctly different colors. Wondering if this was the case, Mana offered a prompt. "You're been looking at me for a while. Is something wrong?"
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 25, 2014 12:37:32 GMT -7
While savoring her rice wine in peace, Mana heard a thud next to her. Someone had taken the seat by her side. Curious as to who'd intrude on her peace, she glanced sidelong to see a tan-skinned woman wearing charcoal black hair... An impressive contrast to Mana's own snowy flesh and shock white locks, she noted subconsciously. At that time did the girl seem to realize who she'd sat next to, catching her somewhat off-guard before she made an effort to clear her throat, speaking.
Mana simply looked away from the girl, picking up her cup of sake once more and bringing it to her lips. "It's fine," she insisted before sipping down the cup's contents and setting it before her, ready to pour the next one. "You were expecting to sit alone, I take it."
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 25, 2014 0:41:38 GMT -7
Her original objective in in the region completed, Mana made a judgement call to further explore Joetsu. Her travels brought her to a quaint trading town on the northeastern end of Echigo, a stone's throw away from Date territory. Certainly a questionable move to be so close to a potential warzone, though if fighting did happen up here, Mana could simply slip away in the snow.
Gods knew she was white enough to pull that one off.
Upon entering the town, the ex-enforcer found herself walking toward what sounded like a packed tavern. Opening the door and poking her head inside, she confirmed that it was loaded to the brim, mostly with locals and Uesugi soldiers, though a couple spots remained free. Convenient. Deciding to take a load off, Mana shuffled and slid through the crowds, finding a nice, quiet seat in a corner. She leaned her weapon up against the wall and sat down, scooting her seat closer to the spear, and coolly ordered a warm meal and sake when the next waitress came by.
The door popped open again around the time Mana received her requests.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 24, 2014 16:13:07 GMT -7
Stat HistoryStrengthStarting Base Stat: 8 Current Base Stat: 11 Total Stat: 11 Growth: +3 Growth Sources: +3 from Fitness Training SPQFaction Bonuses: None Item Bonuses: None Circumstantial Bonuses: +2 Str when attacking with Jumanji Yari DexterityStarting Base Stat: 13 Current Base Stat: 14 Total Stat: 14 Growth: +1 Growth Sources: +1 distributed from Conscript rank-up Faction Bonuses: None Item Bonuses: None Circumstantial Bonuses: None ConstitutionStarting Base Stat: 10 Current Base Stat: 13 Total Stat: 18 Growth: +3 Growth Sources: +3 from Endurance Training SPQFaction Bonuses: +5 Con as Mercenary Item Bonuses: None Circumstantial Bonuses: None WisdomStarting Base Stat: 10 Current Base Stat: 13 Total Stat: 13 Growth: +3 Growth Sources: +3 from Cavalry Training SPQFaction Bonuses: None Item Bonuses: None Circumstantial Bonuses: None SpiritStarting Base Stat: 9 Current Base Stat: 12 Total Stat: 12 Growth: +3 Growth Sources: +3 from Mind Training SPQFaction Bonuses: None Item Bonuses: None Circumstantial Bonuses: None Skills Fitness - D Horseback Riding - D Skill GrowthFitness: Rank D acquired in Fitness Training SPQ Horseback Riding: Rank D acquired in Cavalry Training SPQ
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 23, 2014 17:00:17 GMT -7
Kenji here under my second character. If anyone wants to RP with Mana, I'm more than interested in a couple threads. I'd prefer more recent characters closer to her level, but I'll roll with anyone who's up for it. If anyone wants a Kenji thread, feel free to ask here as well.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 23, 2014 13:30:24 GMT -7
(( OOC: Takes place following my Fitness SPQ, and changing up the circumstances a bit. ))
A couple of days rolled by after Mana's performance at the fitness drill. She found herself walking through town, donning her usual Eurowear. She realized that she might stand out, a pale, white-haired Japanese wearing foreign clothing, but it didn't bother her. For all she knew, it might attract the eye of Nagamasa or one of his ranking retainers. That would be particularly convenient, she felt. Even if that were the case, it was still not why she dressed like this.
It was because she found it both comfortable and efficient wear.
Regardless, Mana continued walking through town until she heard the sounds of combat coming from within a building. It was a tavern frequented by the townspeople and travelers alike. Curious as to why there was fighting going on, Mana turned and entered. The sight within surprised her: a ring had been drawn in the center of the inn, all the tables and chairs pushed back to make room, and two people were fighting in the ring. Now this was interesting... Why would they willingly beat the hell out of eachother? Moreover, where had she seen this before?
Disregarding the second question, as those involved in the inn were most likely not thugs or criminals, Mana took some amount of interest in this activity, pulling up a chair and sitting to watch. The men continued to swing at eachother for a while until one of them hit the floor, landing partway outside of the ring. The clear victor who still remained within the bounds of the ring, a tall, muscular brawler, planted his hands on his hips and looked around through the crowd, apparently selecting his next opponent.
His gaze landed on Mana. Brow furrowing, the man waved at the woman to come forth. The crowd looked to his choice, and murmurs could be heard amongst them. Mana rose from her seat, deciding to adhere to his challenge, and advanced into the ring.
"Are you ready, little lady?" he inquired. Mana simply nodded. He charged her without warning, roaring as he swung a thick fist for her skull. In three seconds, he was on the floor, face-first, and in the fourth second, Mana's heel was on his head.
What had happened?
When the man charged, Mana saw that one of his ankles wasn't as stable as the other. He'd likely sprained or injured it during an earlier match, yet was able to keep going because the rest of his challengers focused on the upper half of his body, not the lower. When he came into striking range, she ducked under his fist and stepped into a low stomp kick, striking the front of his ankle. Mana shifted her foot, hooking the attacked ankle, and pulled as hard as she could. Using both the force of her earlier attack and his prior injuring of the targetted limb, she was able to trip the brawler and send him to the floor. As for why her heel came to be against his head, Mana had simply turned around, stepped over and lifted it up, silently declaring herself the victor.
Removing her foot from his skull, Mana stepped away, the man shakily rising up with a much more obvious limp. He hadn't fallen from the ring, so he could still fight, but having his own momentum smack him in the face and his ankle agitated further made him realize it was time to call it. He limped out of the ring, Mana folding her arms under her bosom and surveying the incredulous crowd. "Next?"
Answering her call was a shorter, more stocky man, striding into the ring with an air of confidence. It seemed as if he fully expected to win. He settled into a wide stance, Mana deduced him to be a grappler. She waved him onward, and he came forth, rushing in and attempting to take Mana by the waist. She slipped away from his greedy fingers and swiped a backfist into his jaw, turning his head. Grunting in response, he attempted to take hold of her arm, to which she pulled back through his closing fingers until coming to his hand, which she willingly grabbed. The grappler was confused, but tried to take advantage of her apparent willingness by pulling her in. He received a kick to the knee for his troubles, Mana having used his eager tug to gain momentum. Once he released, the ex-enforcer followed with a knee strike to his stomach, then a snap kick to his chin, throwing his head back. This left him exposed for Mana to whip around on her heel and bend forward mid-movement, planting her hands on the floor as she mule kicked the man in the gut, throwing him off of his feet and out of the ring. Her combo attack won her the fight.
Left reeling, the grappler managed to get back up, rubbing his belly in clear surprise at what just happened. Mana had already stood back up, dusting off her fist as she looked around, waiting for the next man to step into the ring. She didn't have to wait long, for a lanky fellow made his way in to meet her, offering a polite bow, which Mana returned. The two stood, her opponent assuming a balanced stance and beginning his advance.
Mana and the thin man met in the center of the ring, both throwing left punches that met with eachother to no effect. When he made to thrust a knife-hand at her throat, Mana bat his wrist away and followed with a head chop, which was fended off similarly by the man. He brought his hands low, then threw one forth at the ex-enforcer in a low jab, meaning to impact with her ribs, but she saw it coming and sidestepped the attempt, at the same time lashing out with a palm-heel for her opponent's chest. This time, she met with success, staggering him for just a couple seconds. Mana quickly whipped her leg up and slashed her foot at the man's ribs, repeating one time, two times, three times, damaging and staggering him further. He made to recover and swept his own leg up in a roundhouse, but Mana kicked back and they met in the middle. She wasn't done, however, and bat his leg aside before putting hers back to the floor, and falling into a backflip during which both her feet, one after the other, collided with the lanky fighter's chin. The first strike tossed his head back, and the second made him fall onto his back, his head just touching outside of the ring.
With three victories under her belt, Mana stood back up tall, folding her arms once more beneath her chest. "Another," she requested. In total, she felled ten opponents one after the other before retiring for the day. As Mana left the tavern, she overheard someone commenting, "Was that Azai-dono in here earlier? I could've sworn that was him!"
Mana couldn't say for sure, but if Nagamasa had been watching her matches, it would've... Well... She wasn't certain if it was happiness she felt, but that was the closest she could call her feeling, had he truly been observing.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 23, 2014 12:48:50 GMT -7
Mana recognized that her physical fitness was somewhat lacking. She only had to maintain so much strength as an enforcer, since her agility, stamina, and usage of weapons covered that shortcoming, but if she were to pursue a different life, it was high time that her power was tempered. Thus, when Mana heard that the local garrison in her Omi border town was running training drills for both soldiers and townspeople, she signed right up.
On the day of the fitness drills, a day that the sky had apparently decided to break open and dump copious amounts of rain to muddy the ground, Mana arrived wearing naught but a sarashi to bind her chest, a ponytail to contain her blinding hair, and a European-styled short pant (think bike shorts, but cloth); talk about aerodynamic clothing. The sergeant in charge met the assembled, meshed group of soldiers and civilians, ignoring the rains as he rattled off the regimen they were to complete. In short, they were to run ten laps around the camp that Azai soldiers had arrayed a couple days before, then return to camp to perform one-hundred fifty push-ups, immediately followed by two-hundred sit-ups. The bad weather, he cited, would not be an excuse, but at the same time, those who struggled purely because of the rain and accumulating mud would not be persecuted. With the instructions in mind, the group was sent off to run the laps.
Mana knew that it would be best to pace herself, saving her energy for the impressive count of push-ups and sit-ups that were in her near future. To that end, she hung back with the slower crowd, most of which were run-of-the-mill townspeople, and ran her ten laps at a pace that was comfortable, yet still trying enough that she was using and working her muscles out. The muddy ground beneath Mana's feet was an obstacle, certainly, but she had the foresight to manuever around the heavier areas and cut her pace in the more thin spots, minimizing its effect. All in all, she finished out her laps in close to four hours, with a third of the gathered individuals still running as she jogged into the camp.
Next were the push-ups. Finding a spot slightly away from the main group, and in one of the decidedly less mud-ridden areas of the drenched encampment, Mana settled down to the ground and assumed the position. Her sarashi was almost soaked through by this point, and her skin slick and cool with the rain, but she didn't let it get to her. Mana set her mind to work as she began her push-up regimen. The goal was to pound out ten at a time, rest for a few moments, and move to the next set. This worked rather well, continuing to preserve her energy and stave off a fair amount of fatigue, despite her feet beginning to protest.
At the end of her one-hundred fiftieth push-up, Mana lowered herself gently onto the ground and rested on her front, looking over to the rest of the assembled individuals. Most of the soldiers were halfway or two-thirds of the way through their push-ups, a few eager ones were close to finishing, and the majority of the townspeople weren't quite at halfway. Mana decided to rest until some of the Azai troops had finished their push-ups, taking full advantage to spread and stretch her body out. It was only a matter of time before her appointed moment was met, and when she saw some good portion of the troops rolling over for their sit-ups, she did the same, settling into position.
With her energy not only conserved, but recovered somewhat, her aching feet and hands also in a better condition, Mana had no qualms about powering through the two-hundred sit-ups. Her stamina exceeded her physical power, but she relied on both in order to tear through the last portion of the regimen. In due time, she was one of the early finishers, having not come closer to first only due to her lacking might and steady pacing. Sitting up, Mana felt content with what she'd accomplished today. It was a personal record, and she would strive to continue doing well.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 22, 2014 18:10:51 GMT -7
Silently, without protest, Mana sat beneath the raging falls, hands folded in her lap, eyes closed, head and back straight. Normally in European-inspired clothing, she now wore little more than a sarashi and fundoshi as she allowed the waterfall to pound her form. The former enforcer found herself here after overhearing a few Azai soldiers bragging to eachother about feats of might and endurance. One claimed he had sat beneath a waterfall in Echigo for two hours, and climbed a frigid mountain immediately afterwards. Mana paid no heed to his haughty nature, but instead to the challenge he claimed to have put himself through. Given the man's stature and lankiness, it seemed unlikely, but it made her wonder.
Thus did Mana determine it was worthwhile to attempt the challenge herself, and so, here she found herself, meditating under the crashing liquid of the falls. Though more than uncomfortable, she sat through with no complaints, no budging, nothing. Two hours came and passed, and though she was wet and cold afterward, she yet said nothing to hint at her state. If Mana couldn't endure something like that, she had no excuse to endure the idea that she committed atrocities for so much of her life, or so she felt.
After taking the time to dry off, remove her sarashi and redress - adding a fur coat over her usual garb for obvious reasons - Mana set off for the mountain path. As anticipated, it was cold beyond compare, yet she did not yield, for she knew it would only grow colder as she ascended higher. Instead of even thinking about the temperature, she reflected on a great many other thoughts and events.
What happened during her service of Momochi Yojimbo, now that she was no longer thoughtless about it, plagued her recent memory. Mana had been molded over the course of more than eight years into a killing machine and a thuggish, if slight, enforcer of criminal activity. She had slain mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, the elderly, and the innocent, cutting them all down as if stepping on a twig. Those she was not ordered to kill, she beat into submission, or broke their homes or stores, ruined their livelihoods... It was horrible, yet it was still at her hands. Mana's saturated, soaked, dripping blood-stained hands.
As she continued her ascent, braving the sheer cold and sharp winds of the mountain, Mana contemplated what her life might have been like, had she not been taken by Momochi. Both her mother and herself might be in Rokkaku lands, well away from little Nagamasa... Well, she surmised that he would not be so little any longer. By what she could remember, he would be fifteen now. To even think Nagamasa was head of the Azai clan as well... She heard from Omi residents that he'd won a great victory against the Rokkaku clan, which inspired retainers to force Hisamasa into a kind of retirement, allowing Nagamasa to rise in his place as daimyo. It was commendable, certainly, but Mana couldn't help but wonder how he felt about the whole idea.
The snow-laden trees and freezing path became blurs in Mana's mind. She was aware of her surroundings, but it hardly mattered. The temperature, harsh and unforgiving, was less of a concern to her as the possibility that she couldn't see her family again. She might be thrown out of Omi, branded as a liar, or imprisoned for faking relations, or Nagamasa might have changed to become like his father and simply discard her existence altogether. Her personality was gradually shifting toward something not so empty or cold, as gradual as her ascent up toward the peak of this mountain. Still, would such changes matter if she continued living in isolation, refusing to pursue her past so as to change her future?
She had to at least try, Mana felt.
Finally did Mana return fully to reality as she found the end of the path. She had found the mountaintop, and sitting ahead of her was an old monastery. Looking up at the sky, she found that it was just entering nighttime. Given that it was the crack of dawn when she arrived at the falls, Mana surmised that it must have been over half a day that she'd trekked... It was an amazement that she didn't encounter wildlife, or have to stop and sleep for the night; her persistence in completing this task, combined with distracting herself with her contemplations to shun the harsh cold, had helped Mana to prevail.
Calmly, she approached the doors to the monastery and knocked. In short order would the door open in response, a young monk presenting her with a warm smile. Mana bowed her head in respect, lifting her head as the young man politely took her coat and let her inside. From there, the ex-enforcer wandered in, locating a brilliant hearth by which she could warm up and rest her tired legs, for they were understandably tuckered out. Before the flames she sat, folding her legs in and taking a meditative posture, eyes once more closed as she isolated herself from the rest of the monastery in her mind.
Mana knew, as she sat before the fire, that she had to change her lot further. She'd already changed so much by getting rid of Yojimbo, but it was not over. She needed closure, and for that, she had to acknowledge her name and blood as Azai. To that end, she had to meet Nagamasa.
Somehow.
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Post by Azai Mana on Mar 22, 2014 15:50:08 GMT -7
Name: Azai Mana Faction: Mercenary Ethnicity: Japanese-German (75/25) Age: 18 Gender: Female Height: 5'9" Weight: 120 lbs Eye Color: Red Hair Color: Silver-White Appearance:Image A Ho!Image B Ho!Mana is a fairly slender woman with inherently pale skin and crimson eyes. Her appearance is such that, were she in the west, she might be considered to be at the midway point between having a normal skin color and being albino. Her build is slight but athletic, prioritizing agility over power. She is suspiciously without scars, despite half her life being filled with curious activity. Personality:Mana is a generally cool, calm person, almost devoid of outward emotion and seeming cold. She has been like this since becoming an amnesiac, trained to never display a feeling or emotion that wasn't necessary to pull off a job. On a similar note, she is practiced in feigning alternative personalities, if one can get a job done better. Due to recent events, however, she has begun to feel a resurgence of emotions, and given the right stimulus, can display excess feelings. If provoked in just the right manner, she can ignite with ungodly rage. If pleased, she can be immensely happy and content. These are just a couple of examples. Her personality in combat is much the same as her usual persona. She has been effectively desensitized to killing, and will eliminate any and every single perceived enemy in her path. Though she'll defend herself as necessary, she values her own life much less than others, throwing herself into battle without worry or concern, for if she dies, she dies. She would view it as a fitting punishment for someone who was made to abuse and butcher innocents for half of her life. History:Late in his life, Azai Sukemasa, grandfather to Azai Nagamasa, found companionship in a woman whose parentage included a German merchant. He did not mind that she was of foreign descent, for it was her caring and open personality that intrigued and attracted him. The details have since been lost in time, but the short story is that she was made willingly into his last concubine, and through her, he fathered a daughter in the year 1542. The child was named Mana, a word for affection and love. Unfortunately, Mana would only have a few short years with her father before he passed in 1546. His eldest son, Hisamasa, would inherit the clan, though prove to be an ineffectual ruler. Despite the loss of her beloved father, Mana still had her mother, as well as her little nephew, Nagamasa. She would spend much of her time with the both of them, learning a great many things from her hybrid mother, and in turn passing them on to her growing nephew. It was always an odd concept for Mana to be an aunt when Nagamasa was only three years her junior, and she more often considered him her brother, but it did not matter, for as long as they were together, she was happy and content. This, unfortunately, would not remain the case. In 1551, at nine years of age, it was proposed that Mana was sent to the Rokkaku in order to improve declining relations. Hisamasa had since become a vassal after losing domains to the Rokkaku, but things were expectedly sour between both administrations, so he had hoped to smooth things over by essentially sacrificing his little sister to their clan. Mana had no choice in the matter, and regardless of how much her mother fought, the questionable daimyo reminded her of her station as concubine to a deceased man; this was followed by an order for her mother to accompany Mana to her destination. Thus, with a tearful goodbye to young Nagamasa, Mana was shipped off to Rokkaku. She never made it to the border. An organized posse of bandits raided the Azai convoy and took her and her mother by force, retreating into Ise, land of the Kitabatake. They were kept bound and blindfolded for the entire trip and only fed once per day, but left unharmed. Upon arrival to their destination, they were put before their leader, a man by the name of Momochi Yojimbo, who had been scorned by Hisamasa for running illegal operations in Omi and forced into exile. He stated that in order to take revenge against the daimyo, he kidnapped his sister and intended to use her for ransom, then lure the man in and slay him. While Mana's mother bore only so much love for Hisamasa, she railed on Yojimbo verbally for stooping low enough to use a child in his plans. This quickly led to Yojimbo ordering her to be silenced; one of his less intelligent men took this as a command to kill her, and hacked her head off. The sight sent Mana into a blind rage, and despite being but nine years old, she tackled the man to the ground and pounded at his throat until it gave way and was crushed, leading to his death. At that time, Yojimbo booted the little girl's head and knocked her out cold. The trauma of seeing her mother slain before her very eyes, killing her assailant, and the blunt force trauma to her skull combined to render Mana an amnesiac. When she next came to, all she could remember was her name and naught else; her memory had been all but wiped, or suppressed in the wake of the aforementioned trauma, leaving her as a blank, hollow person. Yojimbo realized that both of his bargaining chips had been rendered useless, but seeing Mana's empty state gave him a different idea on how to make use of her. For the next eight years, he would train and have trained the girl in how to be an efficient fighter and killer. By seventeen years old, Mana had manifested into a cold, proficient enforcer of Yojimbo's will. Her personality was malleable, but her master made sure to keep anything from influencing her, so that she would remain subservient to him, and him alone. On her seventeenth birthday, Yojimbo decided to reward Mana, giving her a day off to relax, and offered to grant any one wish of her choosing. Now, for most of her time under the vengeful criminal, Mana had acquired a curiosity, wondering why she could not remember anything beyond the time that she thought was when she met Yojimbo; all she had been told was that she'd been taken in off the streets of Ise, and even that seemed sketchy. So it was the question of her past that she asked her master. Fearing no repercussion from telling what was now his apparently loyal enforcer, Yojimbo fessed up, telling Mana of her lineage, and how he truly came to acquire her services. He even discussed her mother, and her unintentional death. Though she did not show it outwardly, for she had long since mastered concealing her true feelings, Mana was confused about what she heard. She calmly thanked her master and resumed her day off. Reflecting on Yojimbo's testimony, and taking time to meditate on it, Mana found that she was remembering bits and pieces of her past. Fragments of memory lost to trauma. It was far from a complete recollection, but she knew in her heart that Yojimbo had not been lying. She was a daughter of Azai, being used as this man's tool to do what he wants, when he wants, and how he wanted it done. She had killed innocent, well-meaning people in his name. At this grand realization, an immense rage boiled in her chest, and flowed through her body. Just as Yojimbo yearned for revenge against Azai, Mana would have vengeance against him. It took a few months to plot everything out, but she arranged a ploy to remove Yojimbo from this life. She paid one of his cohorts to tip him off about an Azai envoy - a traveler and his companions from Omi whom Mana also paid to act - passing into Ise, which invigorated Yojimbo, thinking he had a new opportunity to spit in Hisamasa's face, if not resume his path to revenge. He personally set up an ambush for the purported envoy, intending to take him and his guards down before he could reach the Kitabatake capital. Mana, in turn, bribed every single member of the ambush to follow her directive during that day instead of Yojimbo's, draining her personal coffers to do so. On the day of the ambush, when it was to be sprung, Mana commanded her comrades to turn on their master, bringing him down and letting the fake envoy leave scot-free. The daughter of Sukemasa gave Momochi Yojimbo no quarter that day. Held down by his own thuggish employees, he was subject to a punishment over eight years overdue. Mana wiped him from the face of Japan, then immediately took over his little group of criminals and disbanded them all. She rooted through Yojimbo's belongings afterward and found something very interesting: eight-year-old scrolls, with seals, meant for Rokkaku eyes, detailing that Mana was for certain of Azai blood, and intended to be held as a hostage to foster better relations. Taking these things with the rest of her limited belongings, Mana departed Ise quietly. Now, she resides just within the border of Omi. Reluctant to go home, and knowing that there was likely no feasible way to see the new lord of Azai, her own nephew, after all these years. StatsStrength: 11 Dexterity: 14 Constitution: 13 (18) Wisdom: 13 Spirit: 12 Inventory:Slot | Item(s) | Weapons | | Primary | Jumanji Yari: At least it tries to be one. It's like a spear with two other blades on it, kinda making a cross shape. The idea is cool, but this is, uh. Well. +2 Str | Secondary | | Back | | Legs | | Head | | Helmet/Bandana | | Mask | | Earrings | | Torso | | Chestplate | | Shoulders | | Necklace | | Kimono | | Arms | | Arms | | Gauntlets | | Rings | | Legs | | Hakama | | Belt | | Greaves | | Boots | | Miscellaneous | | - | | - | | - | | - | | Stored | |
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