The Sash's Return [Open | Limited] May 18, 2018 19:14:59 GMT -6
Post by Ronin Sashouka on May 18, 2018 19:14:59 GMT -6
The quiet dunes of the Diablo Desert aren't very much living up to their lifeless form today. An explosion sends a dune sailing into the wind, joining the fate of a few that had already been blown apart.
A whirring orb trailed by a beam whirled its way into the center, detonating and sending the collective body out and dispersing it even further. Sashouka's new technique utilized his scream by combining an explosive grenade to the end of it. A simple adjustment that he was still growing used to even after all this time of figuring the technique out. His ki pulse heavily from his body, though the fiery aura faded as his power receded.
It had been nearly a month since he took an expedition out into the wastes, training and reflecting. His sash had been only partially bleached from the sun, only a simple re-dye away from being good as new. Much of his clothing was worn ragged and in a similar state, holes in his shirt allowing anyone to spy just how much this training had taken a toll on him. Compared to how he was when he entered this desert, Ronin Sashouka was finally attuned to his ability to grow. Taking the time apart from Pumsen had allowed her to focus on the dojo and not break things, but it had a secondary effect of them losing much of their students. But that could change, just as anything else.
Sashouka's stride carried him into the partially-glassed detonation spot of his first strike, looking out at the other similarly destroyed dunes as his boots crunched along the ground. Holding up his arm, the man put on one of the few smiles he'd made in the entire time of his brief exodus.
"Nimbus! To me!" His voice echoed nearly three times into the wastes before his fingers squeezed shut. "Your friend is here!"
Allowing the call to carry out, the man waited.
And waited... and kept waiting for a good ten minutes. His brow furrowed, about to call again before finally hearing the tell-tale sputtering in the distance. Turning around and fixing his gaze on the cloud heading toward him, the faithful Nimbus practically slamming into him as it lightly imitated nuzzling his leg. The man didn't even stumble. After all, he was a powerful warrior far stronger than any normal Earthling. His palm gently brushed the top of the cloud, finally turning and plopping down onto the cloud.
"I've mess you as well, friend. No need to head back yet, though... I've been blowing up dunes for the last few days, hoping to get someone or something after me."
The purple-haired man reached a hand up, feeling his now lengthy hair. The buzzed front was now quite the opposite, with large locks spilling out around his eyes and from either side of his head. A haircut was definitely going to be necessary in the near future.
"I just need to have faith. I'll need to know it's real before I head back and deal with Pumsen after all this time. Even though I called her, I never told her I was leaving... a fault of mine, I guess. A dojo's master shouldn't leave without word and force his dojo's manager to take care of it, should he?"
Sashouka's PL: 7,600