Post by Kuromichi-no-Kenshin on Dec 10, 2014 12:46:40 GMT -5
'crush it, break it, smash it, fuckin' kill 'em all!' A contemplative, focused humming sound left the nostrils of the Kuromichi-no-Kenshin, whom stood on the very border that separated the eternal city of the afterlife Valhalla from the scorching wastes of the forbidding Badlands, with him standing on no-man's land, nothing more than a godforsaken spit of charred earth and sand beneath his feet. His eyes, locked in a murderous stare upon the sunset horizons, swept their way from left to right, searching for something that only Kenshin would be able to identify at first light. He sought what only his own kind sought; it was at the core of every martial artist, every warrior, every pit fighter and brawler and mercenary there ever was and would ever be, whether they be civilians of humble origin or figures of fables and legends, whose name and deeds spans to the very heavens themselves. The Kuromichi-no-Kenshin sought what even the gods themselves strived to achieve: an equal. A foe worthy to stand toe-to-toe against him, challenge the full power of the Kuromichi-no-Ken bring it to the peak of its absolute limits and surpass them all. No restrictions. No resistance. No refusal. He wanted a fight to the bitter death. Kenshin sighed at the thought of it. Alas, Death's petty tournament has robbed all meaning from a worthy death in battle. So long as he killed, he would never run out of souls; yet to simply allow himself to die at the hands of weaklings like the various mongrels he continued to run into would be a disgrace to the very ideals of the Fist of the Dark Path; it is the will to win, the will to fight, the will to kill, that drives Kenshin on the path to godhood – so that he may destroy Death, end this pathetic gladiator competition, and seek out the strongest opponents so that he may prove that his fists can surpass even the power of a god. "I crave the ultimate challenge..." he whispered to himself with a dark, gravely voice, folding his arms into his chest, muscles flexed. "For seven hundred and fifty years I have searched for a foe worthy enough to be my rival, and I have found none..." Kenshin's fingers tensed up, blood and fighting spirit waiting to boil and storm within him on demand. His murderous eyes intensified, filled with focus and expectation. "Does the afterlife hold the opponent that I seek?" tags: notes: one vs. one fight only, but additional spectators welcome. |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
