Post by Chomei on Mar 23, 2021 17:21:14 GMT -5
PL: 5000
KP: 6/6
MP: 0/6
Notes: N/A
Crotona
In a small clearing, deep within the Northern Tundra- Ruptures shake the earth, and winds lashout like whips, laying waste to the surrounding landscape. Chomei slowly inhales, the quaking ruptures calming slightly. His eyes dart open, having an almost unnatural yellow color briefly- And with but a slight movement of his body, the tremors begin once more.
"Dragon Fist!!!!"
A violent yell erupts through the woods, Chomeis fighting spirit manifesting the image of a dragon- One who completely obliterates the landscape before it as it thrashes through the area. Then, slowly- the tremors and winds calm once more. Chomei exhales and sits down... A frustrated look upon his face as he stares at the destruction around him. The Dragon Style he'd known, the one he was taught- was imperfect. Chomei knew this for a long time, ever since he first started training infact. At first, it was just a feeling, but as he learned more and more- he realized that the style had alot of wasted potential. Over the years, those imperfections were ironed out by Chomei himself, who was somewhat clever when it came to all things martial... however there was one final problem he now had to tackle. The Dragon Fist was terribly unfinished.
It was indeed powerful, but for what it attempted to capture... it was lacking something. That was what Chomei was here trying to figure out. He just couldnt seem to put his finger on it... But maybe practicing for a while longer would help him out. A nearby presence would soon interupt his train of thought however, his so called 'Dragon Sense' picking them up nearby. He found this to be somewhat strange, given the remote location. He'd gone all the way out into the wilderness just so he wouldnt hurt anyone after all, but it seemed like the person was nearby, so maybe he could inquire about them in a bit.