Post by Kiku Honda on Jun 23, 2011 11:54:47 GMT
It was two hours after noon as Kiku's eyes drooped sleepily in History class. He had a terrible night last night, barely getting any sleep. In addition to a sleepless night, the black-haired student had just a hearty lunch. Kiku just wanted to sleep. His desk looked so very comfy right now.
He nodded off a few times before forcing himself out of it. Every word his professor said seemed to pass right through his sleepy ears. He wasn't absorbing anything. In an attempt to keep himself alert, the sleepy student pinched his thigh and slapped his cheek softly.
No use, he was fading fast. This professor was particularly lenient with everyone. He mentioned during orientation that he didn't nessecarily pay much mind to anyone who slept in class. No demerit would be given so go right ahead, he would say. Recalling this didn't help Kiku at all. If he fell asleep he'd be alright. So just this once. He had his eyes closed by now, his mind the only thing fighting back against the sleepiness.
He was one of the top students in his class. He couldn't afford to miss this. Still no use. And, as sure as the rising sun, he propped his arms on the table, rested his head on them and slept. During the little man's little nap, he had a little dream.
The sun was high above a familiar landing bay. Three countries were on a boat. Sweat fromed on Japan's brow and trickled down his cheek, his tachi in hand. Ideally he'd use this weapon on horseback but his two enemies had taken it down. The long blade shifted uneasily in his hands.
It was too awkward to use. One of the invaders was armed with a bow and arrow, bombs also in his arsenal. The other was covering the archer, wielding a sword that surpassed his own. The fighting was intense. Japan fought hard but was weakening. Just as the nation thought he was to fall, a raging storm brought its wrath upon the area.
The storm destroyed the invader's ships and supplies but, as Japan's own were more versatile and of a swifter design, his ships were spared. The next morning the invaders were in shambles. Japan was able to win because of this. A gift from their god, it surely was. Such a miracle saved Japan and his homeland but something bothered the Asian nation ever since the battle.
One of the reasons he had such a hard time was because of his weapon. It was too hard to use on the ground. Determination filled his heart and he set to work on a new weapon. A better one. And, after much work and refining, he created a leaner, sharper, shorter and better sword that he greatly favored over his former weapon. It was perfect, in his opinion.
The nature of close ranged combat had changed. He needed a weapon that one could draw lightning fast with enough skill. The shorter length of this blade was perfect for that. It was sharpest blade he'd ever manufactured. He felt like this was a weapon he'd use for a long time.
Longer than any era he'd ever lived through. The gleam of the new weapon put a smile on his face.
Suddenly, a familiar bell's ring rang throughout the school, causing Kiku to wake up sharply. His head shot up from his former position to find the lecture was over and class had ended. As he figured, the professor either didn't notice or didn't care, not caring to shoot Kiku any kind of look.
He looked around, still hazy from his dream, to find everyone collecting their things and heading out. A couple of his friends gave him a smile and a wave as they left. "Nice to see even the smart ones can fall alseep during class, too." a friend of his jeered. Mingxia gave him a cute smile as she left, reducing his drowsiness.
Shaking his head, he collected his own belongings and started for home.
(( When the time Japan made the Katana. The Mongol/Korean invasions of Japan led to the production of the weapon. During the invasions the Katana's predecessor's weaknesses were exposed. So they made a better sword. Tamahagane is the steel used to make Katanas. ))
He nodded off a few times before forcing himself out of it. Every word his professor said seemed to pass right through his sleepy ears. He wasn't absorbing anything. In an attempt to keep himself alert, the sleepy student pinched his thigh and slapped his cheek softly.
No use, he was fading fast. This professor was particularly lenient with everyone. He mentioned during orientation that he didn't nessecarily pay much mind to anyone who slept in class. No demerit would be given so go right ahead, he would say. Recalling this didn't help Kiku at all. If he fell asleep he'd be alright. So just this once. He had his eyes closed by now, his mind the only thing fighting back against the sleepiness.
He was one of the top students in his class. He couldn't afford to miss this. Still no use. And, as sure as the rising sun, he propped his arms on the table, rested his head on them and slept. During the little man's little nap, he had a little dream.
The sun was high above a familiar landing bay. Three countries were on a boat. Sweat fromed on Japan's brow and trickled down his cheek, his tachi in hand. Ideally he'd use this weapon on horseback but his two enemies had taken it down. The long blade shifted uneasily in his hands.
It was too awkward to use. One of the invaders was armed with a bow and arrow, bombs also in his arsenal. The other was covering the archer, wielding a sword that surpassed his own. The fighting was intense. Japan fought hard but was weakening. Just as the nation thought he was to fall, a raging storm brought its wrath upon the area.
The storm destroyed the invader's ships and supplies but, as Japan's own were more versatile and of a swifter design, his ships were spared. The next morning the invaders were in shambles. Japan was able to win because of this. A gift from their god, it surely was. Such a miracle saved Japan and his homeland but something bothered the Asian nation ever since the battle.
One of the reasons he had such a hard time was because of his weapon. It was too hard to use on the ground. Determination filled his heart and he set to work on a new weapon. A better one. And, after much work and refining, he created a leaner, sharper, shorter and better sword that he greatly favored over his former weapon. It was perfect, in his opinion.
The nature of close ranged combat had changed. He needed a weapon that one could draw lightning fast with enough skill. The shorter length of this blade was perfect for that. It was sharpest blade he'd ever manufactured. He felt like this was a weapon he'd use for a long time.
Longer than any era he'd ever lived through. The gleam of the new weapon put a smile on his face.
Suddenly, a familiar bell's ring rang throughout the school, causing Kiku to wake up sharply. His head shot up from his former position to find the lecture was over and class had ended. As he figured, the professor either didn't notice or didn't care, not caring to shoot Kiku any kind of look.
He looked around, still hazy from his dream, to find everyone collecting their things and heading out. A couple of his friends gave him a smile and a wave as they left. "Nice to see even the smart ones can fall alseep during class, too." a friend of his jeered. Mingxia gave him a cute smile as she left, reducing his drowsiness.
Shaking his head, he collected his own belongings and started for home.
(( When the time Japan made the Katana. The Mongol/Korean invasions of Japan led to the production of the weapon. During the invasions the Katana's predecessor's weaknesses were exposed. So they made a better sword. Tamahagane is the steel used to make Katanas. ))