Swoooooosh*
All I could see was a blinding glint of steel and a training dummy cut in half. The smirks of my squadmates had gone away in an instant, replaced by a face full of surprise and fright. The old man was standing in front of us and his katana was in his scabbard. I could have sworn that he was holding it just a second ago. Now it seemed like he never had pulled it out, yet the training dummy was in two equally cut parts on the ground. My mind wondered: "Just who is this old man?"
The old man started to walk away and I decided to follow him. Aside from his extraordinary skills with a blade there was also something eery about his apperance, which made me nervous. He had a long unkept beard, multiple ugly scars on his face and dirt on his clothes. It was clear to me that he had been away from other people for a long time since he seemingly didn't care about his appearance. Unnerving thoughts were running through my brain: "Those scars looks like ones a criminal might have. Maybe the reason he lives in solitude is that he doesn't get caught for his crimes". I wanted to turn away and get back to training, but my feet were moving on their own.
Edit: And that's how much I feel like writing on mobile. Maybe someone could pick up and finish it? I think that would be fun.
mricoomalot t1_iuhjnpz wrote
Reply to [WP] The kingdoms greatest warrior became an absolute recluse and now the new generation thinks he is just some old nutjob. But he goes back to his ranks when he is needed most. by DarthVader3158
Swoooooosh* All I could see was a blinding glint of steel and a training dummy cut in half. The smirks of my squadmates had gone away in an instant, replaced by a face full of surprise and fright. The old man was standing in front of us and his katana was in his scabbard. I could have sworn that he was holding it just a second ago. Now it seemed like he never had pulled it out, yet the training dummy was in two equally cut parts on the ground. My mind wondered: "Just who is this old man?"
The old man started to walk away and I decided to follow him. Aside from his extraordinary skills with a blade there was also something eery about his apperance, which made me nervous. He had a long unkept beard, multiple ugly scars on his face and dirt on his clothes. It was clear to me that he had been away from other people for a long time since he seemingly didn't care about his appearance. Unnerving thoughts were running through my brain: "Those scars looks like ones a criminal might have. Maybe the reason he lives in solitude is that he doesn't get caught for his crimes". I wanted to turn away and get back to training, but my feet were moving on their own.
Edit: And that's how much I feel like writing on mobile. Maybe someone could pick up and finish it? I think that would be fun.