Sengoku Horizon

Look towards the Horizon

The Warring States Period: Fierce warlords fought for control of Japan, and many would perish. When a warrior falls, where does the passion they once held go? Possibly into something dear such as a favorite weapon or heirloom. These heirlooms have been labeled as “relics”, and those that carry them are labeled as “Scions." Recently more and more of these special relics have been activating, signaling the start of a great change as ancient power meets the modern world!

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</div><div class="header"><div class="textone">Pain, without love; Pain, I can't get enough; Pain, I like it rough; 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...</div></div><div class="info"><div class="texttwo">Three Days Grace<br>|| Pain</div><div class="credit">Template created by <a href="" style="color:#666666;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:7px;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;">Cheetah</a> of GS</div></div><div class="post"><div class="border"><div class="textthree">Entry 001: Accounts of this day.
I guess I finally have a reason to begin working on this journal I was given so many years ago, well let’s start with this day that was rather ambiguous and tempted fate shall we? I found myself getting targeted by the powder club in the middle of lunch and through some unfortunate means I was challenged, however there was this girl caught up in the middle of things. Cute as she was, I couldn’t exactly protect her from the fourth year of the group that showed up. Viciously pouncing on us and shooting us with those painful duel bullets, yeah not a fan.
Anyways, she seemed more horrified about things than I was after she healed me and so I carried her to the girl’s dormitory, though something kind of went amiss. I found myself passing out there in her room, not very careful of me or anything it had seemed. So I seemed to have spent the night in that room, though buried under a pile of blankets and towels. Following that day was some detention sentencing but I think I’ll put that in the next entry, for now that is the majority though there must be some rumors flying around from girls who may have seen me early that morning coming out the bedroom. Hopefully this Yuubae-chan will be alright… hate to see more of those rumors flying around needlessly.

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The heat of the forge was great, the way it burned against the skin and glistened to the hearth that it came from. The very nature of the metal selections ‘Suke held were all on hand and presently capable while he was appropriately dressed for said blacksmithing ventures. His pants were that of an open hakama, open being that they were traditional and very fluid to motion while his top was bare save for the haori with his clan emblem on it. He was going over many inspections of metals today, perhaps working on a few details for new creations as well depending on what he was to find acceptable here. Needless to say he was quite happy with the progress he has already been doing as his eyes went over the next batch of metal he was surely to inspect. His hands running along the smooth surface of the ore that just waited to be melded into something new.
He only smiled, a true joy coming to him as he worked his fingertips along the metal. “Iron Ore, relatively simple and easy to produce. Has properties of electrical induction and heat induction making it poor on rainy days as well as fighting in warm weather without the right grip. Ultimately a fast producing ore or something I could perhaps make trinkets out of. Nothing good weapon wise will come of this ore unless it is heat treated appropriately so and to the best of capabilities." Things through the heat treating allow for steal and other filaments to be added or changed about within the iron ore initially as ‘Suke only smiled with a hand on his head piece for a moment before he began cataloguing these many ores. The iron ore surplus in this crafting room happening to be remarkably numerous.


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‘Suke practiced within the confines of the studio rigorously today, after a bust a few days ago he was ready for a smack down and through many efforts today was one of those days he was rigorously training in. His combat practice outfit being hakama pants and the white haori only. His abdominal and chest easily seen to the world while he trained yet not exactly to the world given the locale of his training. He did this training however quite differently. He was not using his odachi today, no it was still available if he needed it as it was sitting several feet away but rather he was training on a wooden mechanism that rotated on itself in the direction of strikes. Now there were several joints that jut out of the mechanism and these act like kicks and punches against him as the training device went and hosted three sections of them.
One was the overhead strike which rotated six of these strikers, the center strike rotated two but had a center piece to shoot out a third strike, while the lower rotator had four strikers. He hit individual strikers in quick succession and repetitively so as he tried to use his passive mind’s eye to judge where the next strike would come from in the rotation so he could counter it. Ultimately the oncoming strikes were bruising his shoulders, his chest cavity, and his thighs while his forearms and shins blocked what they could when the feet and hands were not enough. He was rigorously doing this as somewhat a punishment for a misdeed but also the fact he hasn’t actually combat trained for many days at a time. This being one of those instances as he kept up the pace, his hands moving in a blur to the motion of every rotation.


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May 31 2016, 11:04 PM
So hey, did you all know something about a certain masochist by the name of Suishoku Yuubae? Apparently aside from being a huge masochist she continues to play with the hearts of guys and the next one in her grasp is some old fart of the Matsuda clan. What do you all think? This masochist have a thing for old people now or does she just like stringing dudes along with that whip of hers? Supposedly this poor soul got dragged in just before challenging the entirety of the Powder Clud too!

May 29 2016, 01:24 AM
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<span class="name">"Hikaru" Ryosuke</span>
<span class="sub1">of the Matsuda Clan</span>
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• Twenty<br>
• Male<br>
• Ano, Ise<br>
• Ise Shrine<br>
• Second Year<br>

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• Artisan [Path]<br>
• Smithing [Club]<br>
• Bugei [Club]<br>
• Pottery [Hobby]<br>

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<br>HAIR: Ryosuke's hair is long ashen black, however with the hair ornament the hair atop his head seperates into five guiders, two along the side of his head and three atop his head.
<br>EYES: Original eye color is brown, however with the aid of contacts he wears daily the eye color is grey.
<br>HEIGHT: 6' 1" (1.854 m)
<br>WEIGHT: 188 lbs (82.275 kg)
<br>BODY TYPE: Lean muscular, siding heavily towards skinny.
<br>STYLE: Ryosuke is traditionally wearing his school uniform most days, the main times he is not wearing it happens to be when he is in the artisan clubroom and when he is doing his traditional pottery craft. It is the moments of these two that he is seen being bare foot wearing black hakama pants and is shirtless save for an open chested white haori.
<br>OTHER: Scars that are prevalent on ‘Suke are mostly burn marks along his chest. Ideally because of his work ethic to smith and create without a proper cover against the heat of flames. Sparks can easily scatter along his chest and burn pieces of it and as such his chest is littered with small burn marks ranging from scar tissue caused by first and second degree burns.

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This individual possesses a persona that is almost unorthodox in the makings and mannerisms of what one can expect. Ryosuke possesses an innate prospect of a code of chivalry, a chivalry that has led his life on to becoming quite the prospective craftsman. His nature of upholding the most elegant of rules on life were most necessary for him to follow in his line of work. Protect the innocent at any cost, and due to the need of any cost his reasoning may well be locked in every manner of being by the teachings of Masamune. He is well trained in verses of self-protection but also the preservation of those around him. Now knowing his code of conduct and following suit the nature of his outer shell, all which is left is the way he treats others. That is the matter of high discussion as it depends greatly upon individual; however, needless to say he treats them equally and with good reverence.
Loyalty to his friends is met with loyalty to the individuals, whereas betrayers are then obliged to be betrayed by his slip of tempered hand. The arts and natures of the other individuals however comes up shy in some regards, the most notable being where clans are against another clan. Ryosuke bares and holds no grudges on those of other alliances unless they turn on him or a group he is a part of as that sparks the ignition of discord. In times of passion, Ryosuke is a hopeless loss and yet a romantic at that. His idea of romance is candle light, full moons, soft playing music, and all what a generalized public would call a feminized viewpoint. However to him, he enjoys that stuff because of his feline-esquire nature. He can be a bastard at times, cruel and unusual in word and voice to someone he feels love to, but that is like anyone who had gone to high school, hate and love are two sides of the same coin.
His natural familiarity of love is to that of females, females who need no checklist to fill to be perfect in his eyes as none can ever be truly perfect as he has come to believe. Moving on, Ryosuke hosts a specific difference from others in terms of friendship, anyone and everyone can be a friend however it is not that easy to become one. Hell, becoming a lover is easier than a friend. He is one with very few friends, for the notice he only possesses two friends to the date. Friends are those that must survive battle of some kind with one's own. He became a healer for that reason and it was to heal others and make them friends on or in the future to the occurrence he was required to heal them upon. Such a stature, friends are those who are also survivors and for that reason they are the only true friends he will make in this day and age.
When it comes to his code, there is a line of thought one must undergo with such ideology. With him, there is only so much he can do; after all, he is only human. The seven virtues known are chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility. The verse side being the sins of lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride. For the utmost he has humility, diligence, chastity, and kindness mastered. The others being a constant battle on the inside for his own soul. Everyone is not without sin, and to house a virtue only leads to being hosted by sin that much further. In his case: gluttony, greed, and wrath. These are not in the common folk senses, the greed not so much for money and power but greed for knowledge. The gluttony as he is a glutton for punishment rather than just food, and wrath houses his mind for only a few cases, cases that test his patience to higher extremes than he can hold out. Once achieving the position he has now, one can say he has mellowed out on everyone being worthy of being a friend to him. Maybe it is for these things he chose the route and path that he has but there are many unknowns that make up who he is. Whatever the case he is something opposite of how he sometimes should be, though still a bastard he may be at times.
<br>STRENGTHS: His imagination is highly active and wild, coming up with arts and new ideas completely and erratically even on the spot. It is almost as matched as his strength of arm being that of truly physically fit no matter how lean and thin he may appear.
<br>WEAKNESSES: For the matter of his imagination he does rather poorly in staying focused in other subjects, this unfocused behavior is primarily caused by the many ideas that always swim though his head. He isn’t stupid but he doesn’t quite have the brilliance to keep them at bay. Another weakness of his is that no matter who great he is, his body does have ill effects that when he is overstimulated he will begin to bleed tears, even going so far as to cough up blood.
<br>LIKES: Aside from the obvious like of women, he has fashioned himself into enjoying to cook, especially French inspired dishes. There are a few other things that he does enjoy, such as the very benefactor of music that is alternative and metal oriented.
<br>DISLIKES: ‘Suke finds himself drastically despising non-unique weapons, the feel for them and the loss of soul in their mass produced form never sits well for him. Now, with that being said he also finds himself at a loss to hating a simple food group and that is anything with too much sugar, sweets if you will. Another item along his hate list happens to be children of other people and not his own.
<br>AMBITIONS: There are but two goals that Ryosuke holds firm to himself and those are: First the goal of creating a finely tuned blade, not through any current means but by the full resurrection of the Masamune teachings with a bit of his own ingenuity added. Second goal is to start a family and teach his child(ren) how to also make such beautiful tools.
<br>FEARS: There is but one fear that trumps all and that is the dissolution of true craftsmanship, the knowing that he failed to carry on the good name of a swordsmith while also noting the failure of resurrecting true craftsmanship and letting the way of mass production carry on.</div>

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<br>WEAPON: Ryosuke happens to utilize a single katana, however this katana is by far that known as an Odachi. Known for their prevalent size in being taller than the user, the odachi is a blade truly needed to be used by both hands for best results. The odachi that ‘Suke uses happens to be blue tinted steel, the black hilt and circular hilt guard are weaved with a black and blue band. The sword is the first of ‘Suke’s personal creations and is also noted to be his most unique given he hardly makes blades generally this length. The sword happens to be a total of 70 inches, the hilt of the blade itself being 19 inches allowing the blade length itself to be 51 inches in total.
<br>FIGHTING STYLE: The fighting style most used by ‘Suke for such a blade as this happens to be a lost art one, one that used grace as the killing method but also as a protectorate when in need. This style is known as Gintsuki no Seikou Mai which means, “Delicate Dance of the Silver Moon” which is a fighting style dedicated purely to the grace of killing. The style was originally thought up by monks focused on the way of water not solely that of a river as cliché as that may have been but rather on the way a glacier moves with unyielding effort as it cuts apart the land before it. It is for the glacier’s inspiration that the Gintsuki no Saikou Mai was created. The effort of the largest of blades cutting along the things of mortality and even more were what promoted such efforts to a heightened effort.
<br>RELIC: The relic of this man is a certain hair dress piece that is worn being two sideways hair guiders and three top stock hair guiders. The relic itself is always worn among long hair of the wearer, used to guide the hair seemingly like the owner guides the swords of time to effortlessly survive the centuries of their lives. Their hair ornament of a relic perceives and reminds the owner of that task at all times. The two bits, the three guider and two guider, are connected by a small chain easily hid under hair. The material used for this is an alloyed steel with no prevalent benefit in combat though for accessories the metal was greatly used and substantially sold and bartered.
<br>RELIC OWNER: Kanesada III, also known as "Hiki Sada" (1532-1555).
<br>Sited Reference: The Connuisseurs Book of Japanese Swords by Kokan Nagayama, page 153
<br>OWNER HISTORY: Though he is only active during the early parts of the era, he is commonly placed with his artisan works coming from the school of Mino while his father’s and his grandfather’s work come from the school of Bizen. It is for the teachings of Bizen’s own teacher that makes room for “Hiki Sada” being an admirable relic holder, for the teacher of Bizen was the acclaimed greatest swordsmith of history known as Gorō Nyūdō Masamune. The teachings of this man host swords with such a soul to them that they cut when need to and are not the bloodthirsty kind of their counterpart teachings of the Muramasa school.
<br>TEST OF TIME (Awakened ability 1): Though marginal, most blades cannot withstand the test of time for very long, the reason be it the wear and tear on a blade tainted of blood or even just dust alone. Without proper care of the blade, it can chip, crack, and break under the most melodic of touches. For Ryosuke, his "test of time" to a blade is upon catching the sword between his hands, if it is not a mastersmith grade weapon or a relic, the blade will break apart in-between his hands (One turn cooldown).
<br>FORGER MOLD (Awakened ability 2): The forger mold is an ability to create weapons out of a inorganic material found anywhere by pressing a hand to it and pulling from it. These weapons are not “true blades” but merely replications of weapons of the past where they do not actually host much if any potential against a true user of said weapon. However, if the user is well versed in the weapon made, they can easily use the forged weapon with marginal ease. These weapons only survive into the birth of reality for two turns before shattering into dust. (Three turn cooldown.)
<br>LOCKED CASTLE FORGE (Awakened ability 3): This forge is a birth of several weapons out of a large radius rather than where a hand touches. These blades come up out of the ground only however each and every weapon is not a mere replica but neigh inseparable to their true versions. The number of replicas made depend on how long ‘Suke keeps his hand to the ground to birth said weapons. If just for a moment (aka one turn) the blades birthed are ten, however for every turn after the number doubles of the prior amount to birth into our world a castle full of weapons. These weapons will last for two turns once pulled from the earth but will not disappear until such time or the knock out of the creator. (Five turns cooldown.)
<br>MINDFUL: (Passive 1): Though his body may not be capable of reacting to the complete speed of an attack he can always see the weapons and their movement. Their path is always visible to him and he can see where they will land, but again his body may not be capable of reaching the speeds needed to evade such paths of weapon attacks. This has been taught to him by the mere efforts of always trying to evade the sparks that burn his flesh while smithing.
<br>LOCKED MASTERSMITH: (Passive 2): All weapons created by his activated abilities gain the status of mastersmith allowably making these “replicas” withstand the test of time and survive longer than their natural stated lengths. This adds an additional two turns to each weapon created for use and allows each blade the capability to cut through weapons not of mastersmith quality or those that are relics.
<br>LOCKED Awakened Mode Color: Turquoise
<br>LOCKED BIRTH BY STEEL (Awakened attack): The very birth by steel is an attack meant to devastate the being pressed against by the user. Through the tempering of steel by his hand against the target the body of the target becomes that of a weapon that matches the personality but also they lose their lives in the process as they become this weapon. The soul weapons are always master grade due to the soul inside the weapons. The birth by steel is meant as a means to transform the target into a weapon, however the very use of this ability is as if the body of the user was the hammer used in the effects, breaking arms and legs as well as every finger in the body. It takes a great amount of time to heal naturally and for this it is the deemed last resort no matter what.</div>

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<br>• Father: Dozo (Deceased)
<br>• Mother: Hanako (Deceased)
<br>• Brother: Sozen (Deceased)

To enter such a tale as this is a mind numbing experience, one that has taken hold of the individual known as Ryosuke by leaps and bounds to circumvent into what is now known as the pendulum of his life. He only possessed conscious thought after this point, relatively speaking he wanted all else to be dead after the visions and worlds he has foreseen, a place as this was truly something he could not wish for and it was something he never wanted to approach again after such tales were eminent to performing on him. However his history as brutal as it is, came about at a dastardly age. An age where man was just a sprouting thing in the digital age while the world was ran by many omni-giants of business, left without voice, left without a people to go back to. It was a world Ryosuke was quite intimate with. <br><br>

However, to begin such a world let us go to the beginning of ‘Suke’s life, the very epitome of his beginning where he was birthed by his parents along with his twin, a family of which all but thriving among themselves. The peace was there, the childhood shackles that bind one another together all but thriving on such vivid days were all but gone by the laughter and cries of joy that the twins held, until such livelihood was shot down. The corruptible age being bargained and thriving in disposition to such ends that nothing else mattered at all. Indeed, ‘Suke was all but for the age of this and found such tidings to be even further down the line to which he could only surmise as a potentially dangerous zone of his living. He found the first of these evil tidings to dawn upon his mother, a reckless woman she was. <br><br>

Reckless as she was, there was little more to her than a husk of her old being when the world was done with her. Pilfered by fires touch, torched like a sundry being and all at once the world was crashing down around the young siblings and their father. Man had been born and been found wanting. The world was in turmoil as the living husk of a mother was all but for naught, nothing left of her cheerful smile, her loving arms, or that careful gaze. Indeed none of those existed but the entombed body that lay corroding away with the wind as it blew chunks of ashen flesh and bone away to the world outside. The first time Ryosuke has experienced a volcanic ash cloud as some may have called it while for ‘Suke and his family he merely saw it as the end of the life of his mother. <br><br>

Indeed such a tale as that was definitely unbidden in the ways of the world yet for ‘Suke he continued his dutiful life, one consisted of aiding his twin in all his life and needs yet the turmoil always comes in threes… always. Exponential the life that was taken when his father passed, the treachery of such a life of suffocating under one’s own suicidal touch was a dreadful one. The act having been a life pulling one causing such a swirl in vortex until the air was sucked clean from the lungs of his father. Air that once was pure but then colored purple, the inhalant poisons of a mushroom’s spore coloring and making it appear ever more treacherous of a suicide to almost be planted as a murder. However with ‘Suke and his twin being the witnesses to such a thing he could only surmise the grief their father felt. <br><br>

Life was not easy after the parental deaths of these twins. For one, the twin to ‘Suke was unlike most at the time, indeed this very twin was supposed to become the clan head. Being the first born among the twins made the brother all the more potential to being the head while Ryosuke was deemed the servant to the head. However, they served each other as if each were wish granters and yet in the end only one will ever serve fully than the other. It was the acceptable end of ‘Suke’s twin that led to the sole bearer of the title of clan head being transferred in completion to Ryosuke. The icon of the clan head being the relic of “Hiki Sada.” Quite simply put this object was a chained hair ornament, something elegant yet at the same time unique enough to be masculine for ‘Suke as he found the chain to be perfectly linked to his very soul upon the passage of time. <br><br>

Such was the tale that led the life of ‘Suke, his eyes narrowing upon which his soul bound family was, the ornamental hair ornament being the connection of himself to another, the very partnership that reasonably binds him to that of his clan. Indeed life was not kind to ‘Suke as the three losses were that of his mother, his father, and his sibling all rounded together into life’s cycle. It is unknown as to how many years passed this time that he found himself in love with the true nature of crafting blades, to find such kindness therein and to offer himself to aid in their creation. The nature lived only for so long and he could at least understand a bit of what these metals went through for the short timespans. Indeed he soon started doing such for humans, granting commissions to some, hiding his personal ones from others and bided his time with contracts that survived the eyes of the Ise Shrine for many years. <br><br>

It is for the efforts of his craft he found himself going to a school, a school unlike most he had ever thought of going to while he was by far one of the eldest of the years going here, not “eldest” but seemingly a college senior age going in at the high school freshman level. He found himself showing about himself as the heir of the Matsudo Clan, or at least one heir to their service as master craftsmen. His title for going unto the age of second year yet not onwards was for the hidden talents of such an artisan. He hid most of his creations however the few that are out in circulation are not many enough to dignify a higher standing. His main feat of his life is the Odachi he uses being that of a highly tempered blue steel. One that when used undoubtedly shows itself how unique it is in its presence. <br><br>

By such meaning it is said that the longer the blade, the harder to temper the steel and heat treat it, let alone it being a blue steel makes it ever more unique to the tempering that was needed. It was for this effort that he has become a true craftsman and became a second year. If not for the continuance of these efforts he could have easily made it to third year however it was the “failing” to reproduce such efforts that he remains in the second year, his mindset being that a reproduction isn’t what is sought for because that loses soul, it is his efforts to keep himself fluid like his fighting style he learned beside his twin that he doesn’t become stagnant and reproduce replica forms. No, he deems himself better by becoming a better smith for blades to come, that is his goal… to carry on the name of the Masamune sword craft with a dash of his own brilliance to make it come alive.

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