Post by Tetsuko Shindou on Mar 12, 2019 9:33:52 GMT -4
Time did what always does. Time became irrelevant in those few moments, where her blades hit their mark. The breaking of armor was just more cacophony around her, more noise that accompanied the dull, white sound that surrounded her focused mind. It felt detached from where she was, detached from reality.
Because she tried to do the unreal, as she had always done. Nothing in this world was immovable, not really, yet what did she strive to be? With such strangeness in her mind, Tetsuko flowed forth, as did her remaining strength, all cutting into her opponent as she delivered her final strike.
Tetsuko could feel the pride of her mother in the name of that attack, the pride of the Silver Hand. It was sorrowful, but that sorrow quickly became rage that pushed forth into fury, into a desire to change something. Into the need to cut down what was in her path.
Her mind a mess of thoughts and feelings, Tetsuko didn't realize the full extent of her attack until after she'd performed it, and found herself followed through with her attack, her blade past the body of a kneeling knight. Her body was shaking, her own armor cracking away and revealing what was left. A pale samurai, having just drained so much of herself to fell this opponent of hers.
All she had to do now was stand, and Tetsuko had no intention of falling.
If she did, she'd just get back up.
Just like the Daruma doll.
Her breath was shallower than ever, even her sword cracking away under her fading focus, leaving her frozen, clasping an invisible blade, until the final call sounded out. Until the victor of the match was chosen.
"Mom..."
Her mind was lost in a moment, the glory of what she'd just heard sweeping over her. Tetsuko looked up into the crowds, into the handicap section of one area. Where a beast of a man roared out in approval, where countless other masters and Japanese applauded and cheered. Only one could be seen relatively silent, still... Awestruck.
To that woman, bound in a wheelchair, Tetsuko raised a triumphant fist. Triumph in one victory out of the many battles to come.
'I'm closer... To getting it back... Aren't I?'
Her opponent's words came from nearby, and Tetsuko shifted her exhausted body toward him, a large smile on her face... But a shaky one. One that looked ready to crack into the underlying sorrow at any moment, nonetheless, Tetsuko moved her body into position, hands at her side.
Arthur Hale was going to be a strong Hero someday, and so would she. Tetsuko would make that which she owed her everything to proud, she would bring her family honor, and bring forth the first Shindou Hero. All of these, in the thrill of victory, felt entirely certain. That certainty, however, was sure to fade. For now, she savored the valor of the fight, a fight given to the boy before her. With what few words she could muster between her heavy breaths, as she recovered slowly from her trials, Tetsuko would express her gratitude for that fight.
"Well... Fought. Thank... You."
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