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Wolves In Sheep's Clothing

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The Imperial City though what had seemed to steady from it’s growing dynasty calmed to a quiet nation of residence for Genesaris. However, it’s people were at a constant strive to ascend their martial prowess year long. 

After Tsukimi events for the recruitment of students seeking to learn the ways of the Rising Sun each Moon was given briefings to complete once their basic three-months finished as further hands-on-training, (various scrolls containing missions assigned by the Ookami) grouped into packs of three according skill/individual talents supervised by a Senior Full Moon or Ookami elite. Mikazuki, Ozu, and Akira were one anticipated of greatness as they’d become a trio essentially working as a unit to achieve excellence. Students fresh from the Dojo received the lowest D-level consisting of odd jobs such as farming, babysitting, assisting the elderly in Jigoku. The highest ranking mission was the S-level assigned strictly to the elite students and other Ookami clansmen to carry out VIP assassination's for the Province, to transporting highly classified documents across the region to and fro proper ranking officials.

New Moon disciples were challenged with understanding the concepts of their own true self, awakening their Aura through meditation, while eagerly learning to control their unique life energies over the span of three months. In the first and only known exercise of this phase, students were to place their hands in front of their chest and imagine forming a ball between them every day for five hours a day for sixty consecutive days. This exercise was intended to develop the ability to feel one's own aura, to grasp an awareness of the life energy circulating their internal meridian systems, essentially produced by their one mass and focus. Then, only truly able to sense and perceive the leakage from these pressure points escaping the body and feel it's presence without being aware of it's existence. Students should have been somewhat capable of maintaining their auras temporarily both defensively and offensive with basic Kuji-in handseals in their instructed lessons. Time had pass a course of maybe a month since the unexpected forfeit in the Feast of Blades tournament. The Soke's word inviting Arthur to the Dojo for a rematch waited to see itself be answered.

While having finally touched down home soils again Kenshi dedicated to his own practices in his temple the last few weeks, secluding himself from the rest of the world whilst training, consisting of push-ups and situps of almost five thousand daily. Meditation for the mind of the spiritual warrior was a countless ritual in his unwavering state of Mushin for the mind, soul and body. Having the eye of a heart and the mind of a god. No mindness meant one was not fixed or occupied by thought or emotion, thus allowing oneself to be open to everything. When the eye of the heart is blinded by egoism, vanity, jealousy, money and ignorance, one's true path can never be found. There is an absence of discursive thought and judgment, free to act and react towards an opponent without hesitation or disturbance from such thoughts. At this point, a person relies not on what they think should be the next move, but what is their trained natural reaction (or instinct) or what is felt intuitively. It is not a state of relaxed, near-sleepfulness, however. The mind could be said to be working at a very high speed, but with no intention, plan or direction. It was this philosophy instilled by teachers of the ascetic mountains that drove Hinode no Gakko and it's pupils to the peak of their fighting abilities. Exercising day in and out to sustain one's mushin was key to every Swordslayer, Shugenja, every Wolf of Jigoku. Kenshi honed this mentality, his entire life's working at a time ago was solely to improve, to become the greatest, to reach nirvana in his pilgrimage. However, this was a life long journey for the Ookami hanyo. 

Kenshi stood smaller in build an ectomorphic up-close and even with age of nearly 200 odd years, his countenance remained very youthful. Stepping towards the sixty New Moons scheduled to gather in the grassy fields, the peachy sun kissed the earth radiantly across the Imperial City. Without the company of artic wolves this new day, donning himself in the carmine red and black Akatsukizikiyo summer robes of the Okami. The blind wolf gazed briefly at the twenty groups before his presence gauging their auras from the distance for the slightest of change and growth from those whom improved at the top of their class, while others were taking baby steps towards progression. Raven tendrils cascaded down the back in abundance with all the shorter hairs falling across the face as bangs. In particular, his dilated bereft of sight orbs concentrated on the adolescent pups his nephew and younger Cousin in company with the hopeful Akira. Deciphering from nearing into the plains with his acute sense of smell, the familiar approach of each one of their auras willingly expressive as they'd no clue he was observing them they remained composed and steady in their reading. As he’d come to discover the progresses of their individual training on a separate occasion from the last three months the confidence amongst them, how they've matured and disciplined he'd perceive it with his blindsight. Stopping short before them gracing them with his excellence, his lips parted kindly and his oriental eyes squinted.

"You've all grown quite adept over the course of your training, haven't you? Furthermore, seems that your aura has much to express."

@Twitterpated@Hani

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She could remember being in their shoes. Even though her training had spanned the entirety of her life. From the moment she could walk she had been trained in various ways. However, it hadn't prepared her enough to make her walk through the Rising Sun without as much trial and tribulation as any other. Her close lineage to the Soke himself wasn't didn't even ease the burden. If anything, it made her situation more dire. It made her more desperate. Her father had been mortally wounded during his service in the last Great War, in which after a long struggle to retain his life, he managed to only father a daughter. As the only successor to the Momiji namesake, this school was but another obstacle to overcome on the road to preserving her father's legacy. On the road to barring a son.

Over the passed couple months, she'd spent more or less time volunteering as a student teacher within the dojo. Overseeing her younger brothers and sisters over several weeks of intense training, tempering mind, spirit, and body. All feats of necessity when it came to mastering one's own natural Qi/Ki/Chi or Aura. Some were born with a more or less natural talent or sensitivity to it, though even those who weren't were capable of learning how to master it. Today was likely to be like any other despite their meeting location. No matter the task asked of the students, it was all angled to meet the same goals. To master the self. Adorned in her own Akatsukizukuyo jacket, black with red trim, Mikazuki appeared separate from both the New Moons and the Soke himself. Her Uncle.

"You've all grown quite adept over the course of your training, haven't you? Furthermore, seems that your aura has much to express."

"The wind howls, but the mountain remains."

She complimented the bulk of students that remained. Perhaps the largest class to persist through the first few months of training. Her speech was obviously something she'd heard from a wiser mind, likely within the school itself. Though only Kenshinobu himself knew he was the culprit of such words. She punctuated said words with a close fist pressing into the opposed open one, a bow finding her waist as she afforded them all a martial arts salute prior to doing the same directly towards the Soke, bowing a bit deeper out of respect for him over the others. 

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The Momichi lad was a special case.

He'd been training on his own for weeks leaving his older cousin Mikazuki and other elite students with the task of educating the freshman, taking on local body guard jobs for the clan, roughing up badassess and receiving a few of his own bruises down the road all for the greater cause of he enjoyed the thrill of a good tail whooping. Being sixteen and already having been in twice the amount of scuffles his age, Ozu's record was looking pretty damned  for a young pup.

He stood at Mika's flank with a gentle grin about his sweet boyish countenance, hands tucked in his pant pockets weird to see how much she'd mature since the ceremony. Always so determined to be better, to exceed the expectations of being the only child and daughter in her lineage. Not only did he and her adorn themselves in their fancy Akatsukizukiyo robes, but all fifty members present were expected to wear them honorarily. As for the other sixty that were New Moons, they dressed in traditional white robes to symbol births and beginnings as students of Hinode. Sheep is what seniors referred to them as. One thing had changed about Ozu however, his confidence was not only expressed in his body language. He held his shoulders out and his spine erect while the Soke spoke to them, his single-almond eye taking in the presence of their Grand Master before him. Coming a long way stealing chicken from neighboring yards as a kid, it was true he was not the same child twelve years ago on the road to redemption. 

"We don't rise to the level of our expectations, but fall to the level of our training. You've taught us that."

Following behind Mika he bowed from his straightened posture lowering and bending his form. Unlike his older cousin, his arms kept at the sides with the hands opened. The three months it took one to develop their unique auras was a just a window to gauge upon.

Awakening the aura was all that had been asked which many would only strive to do just that and fall short to their own of training. Seeing that was the Soke's only request, there would be more focus on actually conjuring an aura then developing them in their training. However, Ozu's response in sync of Mika's words told something different, atleast towards himself. 

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