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"Carry the battle to them. Don't ever let them bring it to you. Put them on the defensive and don't ever apologize for anything." |
Deep within the mountains occupying the Land of Frost, the Byakkō rested. Legs crossed, he simply sat in his place; unmoved. All around him, the winds howled and roared; flurries of snow were being flung about. It was an awe-inspiring showcasing of nature's seemingly infinite power. In between the currents - all going different directions - a sort of static electricity was being generated, adding to the ominous nature of the powerful phenomenon. Such a manifestation of raw power seemed like unusual behavior for the elements...it was; nature wasn't acting on its own.
Someone was controlling it.
At the eye of all this - where the Byakkō sat - all was stagnant. He was the one causing the wind to behave in such a way. His eyes close, his expression would tighten a bit before he opened his eyes - a blinding white.
His very awareness was being transmitted through the wind; he could see everything the wind touched. Guiding the current towards the base of the mountain, he'd feel the cold, rocky surfaces of the multifaceted crags, along with the powdery snow.
but among all of this, something would catch his attention. He felt a strong spiritual essence near the base of the mountain. The powerful aura that emanated from the individual - a hapless waste of such energy - spiked his curiosity.
It was true that he needed to go home. Puppy had most likely destroyed half of the house at this point; her anxiety always got the best of her when he was away. With a sigh, he would think of the deep growls that would be heard when he returned later than she expected.
"Sorry, puppy." He muttered under his breath, zeroing in on the silhouette that appeared through the relentless winds. "Alpha's gonna be gone just a bit longer."
She'd most definitely chew the couch for this...he'd have to bathe her when he got home - make sure to get the fuzz out of her hair.
Dispersing into a wind current, - becoming one with the surrounding gale - the Wind Riding Swordsman would transport himself through the violent forces of nature. Within a few seconds he had already reached the point he had decided to land at.
He would have the high ground.
Manifesting himself atop a cliff, he would look down upon the man before him. He was...a lot older than he thought he'd be. A scraggy beard, slicked back hair...who was this geezer?
"Gramps, gramps..." Byakkō called out from above the older man - Keshin was probably older, he just looked young; pseudo-immortality and all. "Whatcha doin' so far away from the pub?
Despite his teasing, he wasn't being reckless. He knew this man had power, but he also was here to have fun; he liked fighting.
Always on guard, he would await a response, not daring to look away.