(Wrote this 3 months ago)
(Sorry for cringe sound effects >_<)
⤦↜Ronin’s World↝⤥
“The Sun has shown its face, it’s time to rise. I’ll expect you in 5 minutes on the dot, don’t fall back asleep-my third eye can see you.” The booming voice of a tall, fiery red, and strong dzin samurai awoke Diablo. “Mhmm? Oh..daybreak already? Good Morning father.” Diablo, threw the sheets off of his also, fiery red skin, he was rather weak looking and average sized. “Meet me out on the fields. Also, fix your hair.” Diablo’s father walked out of his room. Diablo pulled his wispy brown hair (brown charmer hair on a red dzin) out of his face and got out of bed. He and his father went on a trip to the village Alana, leaving his siblings and mother behind. Diablo didn’t know why- he assumed it was to meet his relatives.
With haste Diablo prepared, he threw on his favorite set of clothing, a blue vested, white short sleeved shirt, with a brown belt and black pants with brown shoes. He activated his third eye and saw the blue outline of his father behind the inn they stayed at, Diablo headed there, as he passed the other villagers greeted him, it felt peaceful. The green grass blew in the wind, Diablo took it all in. The pink flowers, the stone well, and a cozy fireplace with a sleeping mat resting by it. Diablo met his father in the field behind the inn. “Hello father, what are we going to do here?” “You turned 14 this summer, I've decided that you will learn the will of the blade.” Diablo’s father reached behind his back and removed a wooden sword and handed it to Diablo. “Yes! I’ve been waiting for this moment, basically my entire life!” Diablo swung his sword haphazardly, he performed rather foolish spins and slashes. Sweat appeared at Diablo’s brow which he wiped away quickly. Diablo’s father laughed, “Rather heavy, huh?” Diablo’s cheeks turned pink. ‘N-no! Of course not!” Diablo continued his slashes and swings, but before long he collapsed. This only made Diablo’s father laugh harder.
“Here, this is how you hold the blade.” Diablo’s father readjusted the sword in Diablo’s sweaty hands. He showed him how to stand and swing so that the weight of his sword would be evenly dispersed throughout Diablo’s body. Diablo caught on quickly and was able to perform a full sword slash combo by the end of the day. “Look, the moon is appearing, I'll teach you more tomorrow, also here is a sheath for your sword, you keep it on your back.” Diablo’s father handed him a brown sheath, with that, they retreated to bed.
Before Diablo’s father went to wake Diablo up, he was already ready at the field, training his swings. “Oh ho! Look at my early son!” Diablo’s father greeted his son, “Good morning father, what will we be going over today?” Diablo asked his father. “Eager aren’t we?” Diablo and his father smiled, “You’ll learn how to cover distance in a flash.” Diablo’s father reached for his blade, he lunged forwards with his sword outstretched in front of him, he covered quite a bit of distance. Diablo attempted to emulate the lunging attack, he held his sword out in front of him and lunged forwards, he didn’t go very far because as he was lunging his sword began to tilt downwards, setting him off balance. “Oof!” Diablo said as he hit the ground with a thud.
“Hoho! Make sure to plant your feet strongly and hold your sword with strength.” Diablo followed his father's advice and lunged forward. He was able to stay upright and he covered a good distance before skidding to a stop. “Woah! That’s useful!” Diablo said in excitement. Diablo’s father laughed, “You’re a natural! Let us get into practical combat.” Without speaking another word Diablo’s father raised his sword above his head to strike at his son. Diablo attempted a parry with his sword, his father was just too strong, as Diablo held up his sword it was knocked clean out of his hands. Diablo dashed backwards and attempted to retrieve his sword, Diablo’s father ran after Diablo and in a quick motion knocked him clean on his bum.
Diablo’s father slashed again this time Diablo ducked under the swishing slash, and retrieved his weapon from the ground. Diablo’s father backed up and began to walk in a menacing circle around Diablo who was now standing up. “HAAAA!” Diablo lunged at his father who parried and slashed at Diablo’s neck. Luckily it was a wooden sword, and it simply knocked Diablo out. This continued for 4 months before Diablo could stand a chance against his father.
↜Both fighters drew their swords, wind whistles through the field providing a calm relaxing atmosphere.↝
Diablo chuckled nervously, his father was strong...but so was he! Diablo darted forwards and held his sword in his right arm about 30 degrees down. His father relied on patient defense, and began backing up with his sword ready to parry and strike. Diablo honed in on his father who was slowly retreating, Diablo raised his sword to 50 degrees and was now right in front of his father. CHALAANG. In less than a second the two exchanged quick blows. Diablo struck from the right side of his father attempting to bait out the parry, then to kick and slash again. Diablo’s father parried the incoming slash and backed up avoiding the attack planned by his son.
In a few eye movements the two conveyed paragraphs of thought and strategies. CHACKA, BANG, THRUMP, FRWAACH. Diablo ran back on the offense and in a blur slashed and cut four times. His father kept up with the same speed, blocking every attack. Diablo rolled forwards and kicked at his father’s ankles, tripping him up, and followed with a flowing pommel strike to the face. Diablo’s father darted back in pain, clutching his eyes. Diablo took advantage of his father being unable to see to attempt to land a full combo on him, unluckily for him his father was a master at seeing without seeing, he could see the pulse of the world, he saw Diablo rushing at him and easily parried every attack with even more accuracy than normal. He effortlessly dodged the mix-ups Diablo had planned and countered with strong blows. SWASHHCHT. Diablo’s father slashed at Diablo’s Appendix with the force of a million semi-trucks, Diablo had the wind knocked out of him and was thrown harshly backwards into the training dummies behind him.
Diablo’s father readied another attack and walked slowly at Diablo, who was bruised and draped over the dummies like cloth. Diablo strained his neck to look at his father, a powerful, and smart swordsman, who was about to knock Diablo out and call it a victory. Diablo didn’t want to lose, after 4 months of training...he just couldn’t. As the sword of his father loomed ever closer...the eye...opened. The sword swung harshly for Diablo’s neck, his eyes were closed he couldn’t possibly dodge it...he did. He stood up and blindly attacked his father. CRACK! The sword hit his father in the collarbone and cracked both of them. Diablo’s father reeled in pain, blood was pouring, his collarbone must’ve pierced his neck, and for Diablo’s sword it was completely and utterly destroyed. “F-Father! Forgive me! I didn’t mean to-” Diablo’s father turned to Diablo and shouted, “NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE! THAT WAS GREAT! YOU TRULY ARE MY SON!” Diablo’s father hugged him tightly with a joyous expression on his face.
