Post by othus on Jun 10, 2021 19:30:59 GMT
The Moon eclipsed and meteors showered the sky the night a certain person was born. A baby that came to this world with her eyes open, the mark of the Sacred Magatama on her back. She had been chosen by the Gods. In honor of her mark, she was named Tomoe.
Musashi, clan of warriors. Heirs of the Niten Ichi Ryu style. In 300 years, not one individual had managed to reach the 13th level. Tomoe did so at age 10. By age 15, she had taken over her father’s position as head of the clan. She was powerful beyond reason, and soon other warrior clans began to notice. By virtue of strength or admiration, they all gathered under the umbrella of Musashi, the clan, although still carrying the Unrivaled’s name, was now a far larger organization. When the Elders offered Kaneshige, the family heirloom, Tomoe refused.
“Iiiidiots, If I’m gonna carry a blade around, it has to be one made just for me, I’m not wielding that 300 year old trinket!”-She told them as she stormed out of the castle.
For many days she traveled the Hidden parts of Japan, using nothing but her bare hands to kill creatures and survive. She visited all the forges in the nation, none fully matching her standards. A middle aged man caught ear of an argument between the Musashi teenager and a blue Oni
“I am telling you, there’s no better weapon than this”-The Oni pointed at a work of his. A black blade, certainly far beyond what humans could ever produce.
“And I am telling you, this is not good enough for me!”
“Brat, even if you are Musashi, there is some level of disrespect one can take, begone! and never come back!”
Tomoe stormed out of the workshop when she noticed the man looking at her.
“What are you looking at? You a manther or something? get lost before i break your nose. not in a good mood right now!”-Tomoe told the old man
“That was quite probably the best mortal smith in the land”-The middle aged man replied, ignoring Tomoe’s insults.
“You think I don't know that?! that’s why I’m pretty frustrated, his work is not uh, trash, but...it’s below me (mortal?)”
The man laughed at the top of his lungs
“What are you laughing at?! You clearly don’t know who I am!”
“I know who you are, Tomoe Musashi. You say you want a weapon worthy of you? come with me”
Musashi frowned, but ultimately walked behind the man. for 3 days, Tomoe did not say a word, it was on the 4th, where she finally spoke up.
“Ok what the hell is this, we have been walking without rest for days, I don’t have time for this!”
The man pointed at a cave, there was light inside.
“My forge is right there, I have a weapon there that might suit your tastes”
Tomoe pouted and sighed
“Already made? what I want needs to be custom made!”
Both walked into the cave, a massive forge with rivers of magma flowed around it. Dozens of weapons were at display, but there was just one which stood out from the rest.
“I made this blade on a day like this, 15 years ago”
“15? today is…”
“The day you were born, Tomoe. I made this blade specifically for you”
Tomoe’s eyes widened in surprise, before he was just a creepy man, but now she was somewhat scared.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Let’s see... your kind calls me Takemikazuchi...this blade right here, it’s my master piece”
“...yeah right, you are the sword God, and I get your best blade just because?”
“The Empress Blade is fitting, for the future Queen of the Gods”
Tomoe reached for the blade and the second she touched it her entire body shook. She unsheathed the Empress blade and its golden glow and platinum hamon was displayed. Musashi chuckled.
“Ehhhh, I guess this will do”
Musashi, clan of warriors. Heirs of the Niten Ichi Ryu style. In 300 years, not one individual had managed to reach the 13th level. Tomoe did so at age 10. By age 15, she had taken over her father’s position as head of the clan. She was powerful beyond reason, and soon other warrior clans began to notice. By virtue of strength or admiration, they all gathered under the umbrella of Musashi, the clan, although still carrying the Unrivaled’s name, was now a far larger organization. When the Elders offered Kaneshige, the family heirloom, Tomoe refused.
“Iiiidiots, If I’m gonna carry a blade around, it has to be one made just for me, I’m not wielding that 300 year old trinket!”-She told them as she stormed out of the castle.
For many days she traveled the Hidden parts of Japan, using nothing but her bare hands to kill creatures and survive. She visited all the forges in the nation, none fully matching her standards. A middle aged man caught ear of an argument between the Musashi teenager and a blue Oni
“I am telling you, there’s no better weapon than this”-The Oni pointed at a work of his. A black blade, certainly far beyond what humans could ever produce.
“And I am telling you, this is not good enough for me!”
“Brat, even if you are Musashi, there is some level of disrespect one can take, begone! and never come back!”
Tomoe stormed out of the workshop when she noticed the man looking at her.
“What are you looking at? You a manther or something? get lost before i break your nose. not in a good mood right now!”-Tomoe told the old man
“That was quite probably the best mortal smith in the land”-The middle aged man replied, ignoring Tomoe’s insults.
“You think I don't know that?! that’s why I’m pretty frustrated, his work is not uh, trash, but...it’s below me (mortal?)”
The man laughed at the top of his lungs
“What are you laughing at?! You clearly don’t know who I am!”
“I know who you are, Tomoe Musashi. You say you want a weapon worthy of you? come with me”
Musashi frowned, but ultimately walked behind the man. for 3 days, Tomoe did not say a word, it was on the 4th, where she finally spoke up.
“Ok what the hell is this, we have been walking without rest for days, I don’t have time for this!”
The man pointed at a cave, there was light inside.
“My forge is right there, I have a weapon there that might suit your tastes”
Tomoe pouted and sighed
“Already made? what I want needs to be custom made!”
Both walked into the cave, a massive forge with rivers of magma flowed around it. Dozens of weapons were at display, but there was just one which stood out from the rest.
“I made this blade on a day like this, 15 years ago”
“15? today is…”
“The day you were born, Tomoe. I made this blade specifically for you”
Tomoe’s eyes widened in surprise, before he was just a creepy man, but now she was somewhat scared.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Let’s see... your kind calls me Takemikazuchi...this blade right here, it’s my master piece”
“...yeah right, you are the sword God, and I get your best blade just because?”
“The Empress Blade is fitting, for the future Queen of the Gods”
Tomoe reached for the blade and the second she touched it her entire body shook. She unsheathed the Empress blade and its golden glow and platinum hamon was displayed. Musashi chuckled.
“Ehhhh, I guess this will do”