Post by Beowulf on Mar 19, 2021 5:48:40 GMT -5
Journey to the South [Solo]
Today, the pride of Orin Temple would set out on a journey to become an even greater martial artist. Beowulf was one of the younger monks at the temple, but somehow their most fierce, and deserving of higher masters. The temple’s headmaster, Paku, had arranged for the young warrior to set out on a journey to the south. In the southern isles, there would be a once great martial arts academy that could deepen the young man’s knowledge. Surly, there would be someone there who could defeat him in combat and wipe that smirk off his face!? At least the headmaster hoped…Beowulf would begin his day by getting dressed in casual wear and saying farewell to his fellow monks before his departure. A couple of them would ask questions as the young warrior packed his bags. “Where are you going off to Beowulf?” The departing warrior would respond with a shrug, “Headmaster Paku says there’s some fancy school in the south that trains fighters. It’s probably just another one of his ‘tests’. I’m sure I’ll pass it like the last 327… There isn’t a man on this planet who can defeat me.” The inquisitive students would continue, “Woah, think we could come along?” Beowulf would laugh at this remark, stating “Nope, sorry guys. This test is all me. There’s probably some high-level action going on in the south, not for the feint of heart.” The younger of the two questioning monks seemed disappointed with that statement.
Strapping on a satchel containing various articles of clothing, the young man would make his way outside. “You two stay safe now, and don’t stop training.” He would wave his friends goodbye, only to be met by his master at the entrance of the temple. Paku was an older man, but quite wise all things considered. “I wish you luck in this journey Beowulf. You were a fine student, a tad bit cocky for my taste, but fine in all other manners… I don’t know who the current master of Hare School is, but he is the one you must find.” The young warrior would nod his head as the master spoke, chirping back “I’ve done this song and dance a couple times before, but I guess this is the big leagues… Did you let the master know I’m coming?”
Paku would shake his head before giving the lad a grin. “No. That’s part of the journey you see. You must join the school on your own merits, not my recommendation. Whoever the master is, I’m sure you’re capable of impressing them. Heh.” Beowulf would roll his eyes, but had expected something was amiss from the beginning. This journey was going to be a longer undertaking then expected, if that was the case. Not that he doubted his ability to impress, but that doing so would require more time. The master would then hand him a scroll containing a map of the region, wouldn’t want to get lost after all. “Thanks master, I’ll have this done and get back home in no time…” The old man would wink at his now grown pupil, “I’m sure you will. Don’t keep Hare School waiting too long now, you’ve got a big journey ahead.”
It was with these closing remarks that Beowulf would begin taking his first steps towards the south. He blissfully unaware of the many things that would await him on earth…
Hare School Initiation
Beowulf had traveled long and far to finally reach this point. Before him with a large mountain with a small purple house sitting atop it’s summit. This building was supposedly the dojo of the famous Hare school, an organization ran by his new master. Though this great sensi didn’t know it yet, she would soon meet the strongest student she would ever train… “Woah, on top of a mountain? This master guy must be some kind of hermit.” Beowulf would mutter to himself. The young fighter knew the quickest way to the top, and began floating through the air. Eventually, he would notice the mountain’s peak was flattened, giving it ample space for a home and yard for training. As he landed outside the house, he would hear loud shouting inside. “GET OUT YOU VIAL GIRL! YOU’VE WASTED MY TIME FOR THE LAST TIME!” Following this, a young teenager girl would run out the building in tears. She didn’t even notice Beowulf as she flew off into the air, crying all the while.
A short, older lady with pink hair would walk outside the building, watching as the girl flew off. “Pathetic. Couldn’t provide me with a simple necessity…” Her eyes would then turn to the newcomer, and she would suddenly be in awe. Not spearing a moment. She would dart over to him saying “Ohhhhh, my, my, my! What do we have here? Has a handsome young man come to sweep an old lady off her feet!? Look at those muscles, and that handsome jaw line!” A drop of saliva would roll down her mouth as she spoke, enamored by the sight of the man. Beowulf would think to himself, “Great, my new master is a pervy old lady.” He would quickly clear his throat before announcing “Ahem… I’m actually here to enroll in Hare school. I’m the champion fighter of the Orin Temple, and was told to further my training here.”
The woman would take a moment to compose herself as the young man spoke up. “A student from the Orin temple? Now this is irregular. You must be quite the fighter for them to send you here.” Beowulf would smirk and give a simple nod. All his training hadn’t been for nothing. The master seemed to make a note of that. “Indeed I am. I came here hoping you could teach me your fighting style. Master Paku said it would be the best way to further my training.” The woman gave a sly smirk, “Oh I’ll train you alright, under two conditions of course…”
Beowulf would nod again, “Of course, name your price.” The woman would promptly respond “When training in Hare School you must live here with me… This is to ensure you spend every day fruitfully training of course.” This wasn’t an unusual request in most instances, but her following statement would make it seem suspicious. “Secondly, when you train with me, you must do it shirtless!” She would blush a bit at the thought. “Uh, is there a reason for that…. Master…” He suddenly realized the woman had yet to reveal her name. “Master Kioshi… And yes. For my amusement! Bwahahahahaha!”
While under regular circumstances, he would turn down a woman like this. Master Paku had insisted her learn what she had to teach, and thus, Beowulf’s Hare school training began.
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