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Nero had been training in Sensei Ishiguro's alleyway dojo, sparring with the hook-swordsman Kouda, his original sparring partner. His improvement was solidifying, as he scored cleaner victories over his opponents on the mat. Intuitive combat was finally beginning to become natural to him, which was beneficial. However, due to his thirst to grow stronger unconditionally, he wanted to know what the next step in his training would incur. Perhaps after being able to easily defeat an opponent toe to toe came the ability to take lives. He pondered this thought, even during his sparring match against Kouda. The swordsman swiped past Nero's head, hooking the blade around the back of his neck and pulling forward, towards him; Nero took quick advantage of this maneuver by striking twice; first, a palm-strike to the man's hand to dislodge the weapon, and then a sharp jab to his solar plexus, which sent him to the mat. The fanalis bent down to help his partner up, then excused himself, stepping outside to take a smoke break.
As he walked out the rickety door into the rainy alleyway he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Shielding the paper from the falling raindrops, he lit the rod, putting it to his mouth and breathing in harsh smoke. It burned his throat somewhat, but he did not mind; he removed the bud from his mouth and exhaled a large cloud. A very vague feeling of lightheadedness filled his temple; it was brushed off as he leaned against the side of the building, pondering. He would have to ask his master what the next step was in growing as a warrior, and resolved to do that. When he finished smoking he dropped the remains of the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it with his boot, before heading inside once more and making his way to the Master's quarters.
When he found Sensei Ishiguro, he had a question to ask.
Sensei... I feel that I have thoroughly advanced in my training. Do you have any more lessons for me?
Grinning at the curiosity expressed by his student, Ishiguro responded with the slightest tinge of mischief in his eye.
Well, no... but I know someone who can help you grow stronger as a warrior. I want you to go to Anna's Flower Shop, and ask for Hemlock. The people there can help you. He ended this statement with a sly chuckle. Nero nodded in obedience. However, like when he first met his old master, he was a bit skeptical. Wasn't Hemlock a sort of plant? What would a plant have to teach him?
He would have to find out for himself. He made his way out of the dojo and into the main hub of the city; he had passed by Anna's before but never paid it any mind, for Nero was not really the one to stop and smell the flowers when there was work to be done. When he found the establishment he walked inside to the counter, and asked for "Hemlock," before awaiting a response.
As he walked out the rickety door into the rainy alleyway he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Shielding the paper from the falling raindrops, he lit the rod, putting it to his mouth and breathing in harsh smoke. It burned his throat somewhat, but he did not mind; he removed the bud from his mouth and exhaled a large cloud. A very vague feeling of lightheadedness filled his temple; it was brushed off as he leaned against the side of the building, pondering. He would have to ask his master what the next step was in growing as a warrior, and resolved to do that. When he finished smoking he dropped the remains of the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it with his boot, before heading inside once more and making his way to the Master's quarters.
When he found Sensei Ishiguro, he had a question to ask.
Sensei... I feel that I have thoroughly advanced in my training. Do you have any more lessons for me?
Grinning at the curiosity expressed by his student, Ishiguro responded with the slightest tinge of mischief in his eye.
Well, no... but I know someone who can help you grow stronger as a warrior. I want you to go to Anna's Flower Shop, and ask for Hemlock. The people there can help you. He ended this statement with a sly chuckle. Nero nodded in obedience. However, like when he first met his old master, he was a bit skeptical. Wasn't Hemlock a sort of plant? What would a plant have to teach him?
He would have to find out for himself. He made his way out of the dojo and into the main hub of the city; he had passed by Anna's before but never paid it any mind, for Nero was not really the one to stop and smell the flowers when there was work to be done. When he found the establishment he walked inside to the counter, and asked for "Hemlock," before awaiting a response.
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