A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker & Yatta)
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				Title: <strong>A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 01:42:11</strong>
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				The first rays of the midday sun stretched lazily over the village of Masume Mura, known in the country for its communally active wise old women and many young beautiful maidens. It was said that the Dhan River's water gave the growing girls a special kind of beauty. The nature was also very beautiful and the rice fields prosperous, though the villagers tended to have a problem with the strange creatures that were called shanxi. They were said to be little, four-legged, blue in color and to have a big appetite for fresh rice. This was why the villagers always left cups of rice for the shanxi before going to sleep for the night.<br><br>Shujin had learned all of this and much more only a few moments after he had arrived. He had been eagerly greeted by two old women at the village gate, and even now he was still nibbling on the rice they had given him. They had also told him that many maidens would like to meet a man so polite and nice as he (one of them had even pinched his cheeks), and that he should beware the shanxi. <br><br>It was strange just to stand in one place and do nothing, but his Teacher, who had mastered all the Ninety-Nine Creeds of the Black Tortoise, had told him to do so. And Teacher's word was law, not only for Shujin, but all the other acolytes back at the monastery. This was going to be his longest stay away from the monastery and Shujin felt no little apprehension at the thought. However, he was going to keep to his discipline. He had risen with dawn and left an hour later, and after a two hour's walk, he had been ambushed by bandits. Thanks to many years of determined practice and study, he had been able to disarm them and give them over to the nearest patrol of Imperial forces.<br><br>The aches in his body had lessened somewhat, and now he was simply nervous. He tried not to pay any heed to the gazes of the passersby and simply stared forward at the intricate stone fountain in the middle of the square. <br><br>He got many looks – mostly because he was young, male and a stranger. However, even without these attributes he would have been an interesting sight. Shujin was a bit taller than the average and well-built, thanks to years of training. He had kind brown eyes and brown hair that never seemed to stay properly still. His bird's nest was the only thing which was not orderly about him. His blue kimono, decorated with the marks of the Black Tortoise, marked him as an acolyte from the Xianjing Monastery, which was mostly devoted to worshipping the Patron Deity of the Great Water, though they respected all other elements, deities and spirits. <br><br>Right now he was trying to eat his rice and not look too stupid, since he also had his staff to hold. <br><br>Master had told him to come here and wait for the disciple of one of Master's friends. While he had not been given a description, he did know that the man's name was Tsuruchi and together they would have to east to the greatest city in the Zhonghua Empire, Shanghai. There they would need find a man who carried the name of Zhao Li and from him they would receive a most important item. The issue which concerned Shujin was that his Master had told him that he would need to seize this item using what means necessary, all the while pretending that there was no such plan. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 07:20:27</strong>
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				This town was far too small, and far too filled with meddling old women.&nbsp; It was too big a village to be called a muddy whole on the landscape, but too small a town to ever grow to be a proper city.&nbsp; Nothing much of a value to gain by working on a reputation here.<br><br>Mentally cursing his master, Tsuruchi was swaggering through the city.&nbsp; He was drawing looks from the women, old and young alike.&nbsp; His hair, long and shining and tied back, was bleached to a fine powder white.&nbsp; It swayed back and forth as he walked, hypotically swinging back and forth.&nbsp; His face was young and delicate looking, but kept firmly under an unkind sneer that seemed to hold the entire town and everyone in it with nothing but contempt and disdain.&nbsp; His sparking eyes were a rarity, a pure crystal blue.&nbsp; It was a trait that ran in his family, but his shining eyes came with colour blindness.&nbsp; A weakness.<br><br>He'd worked hard to purge his body of weakness, as per his schools teaching.&nbsp; A follower of the school of the Obsidian Dragon, Tsuruchi was taught that the only difference between men in this world was who had power, and who did not.&nbsp; The teacher of the Obsidian Dragon taught that to have power, one had to master their own vices, least they fall victim to their own vices.&nbsp; Tsuruchi was a man with many vices, if he was anything.<br><br>He enjoyed good food, he enjoyed good drink, and he enjoyed the company of those who he felt were beautiful enough to share is company.&nbsp; If to become a lord some day he would have to master his vices.. then Tsuruchi was well on his way, as he practicied whenever he could.<br><br>He was starting to think he'd learned all there was to learn from his master, but the old man had another test for Tsu.&nbsp; Collect some item, do it with a student of a friend of the masters, and steal it away from the other before they'd managed to return it.&nbsp; All too easy.&nbsp; Simple really.&nbsp; Child's play.&nbsp; All he had was a name though.. nothing else to go on.&nbsp; This is something he could fix very quickly.&nbsp; With a careful leap he landed almost weightlessly ontop of the roof of one of the stalls serving food.&nbsp; Below him here could hear the man yelling, threatning to call some form of local guard.&nbsp; The man stopped though when Tsuruchi stabbed the blade of his sword into the root, leaning on it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm looking for Shujin!&nbsp; Has anyone seen him?&nbsp; Shujin, are you here?" He called out to the town, his strong voice carrying easily on the wind.<br><br>Standing up here like this, the wind gently tusselled his hair.&nbsp; His travel robes were of fine quality, decorated with small grey cranes.&nbsp; This marked him as a student of the Iron Crane technique.&nbsp; Fast, swift, deadly.&nbsp; It aimed to stop a fight before it even started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:00:40</strong>
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				It took a bit of time before that voice reached Shujin's ears, but the young man heard it clearly. It was apparently the man who would become his traveling partner. He let out a soft sigh, then turned to search for the source of it. He needed to turn on to one of the streets before he saw the one who had called for him. It was not too hard to figure out that the man with white hair was his...future companion. <br><br>His sharp eyes also took in the quite irate stall owner who was now ranting and shaking his fist at Tsuruchi. One of the orange-liveried guards had also arrived and was currently sizing up the one who was breaking the peaceful morning harmony of Masume Mura. An old lady came and beat the guard in the knees with her stick, which made the poor man almost trip and apologize profusely. The lady simply told him to go and drag that miscreant off Mister Ho's roof. <br><br>Shujin left the empty cup on a table, and walked forward. <br><br>"Do not worry," he said to Ho and the guard both, then turned to look up at Tsuruchi. <br><br>"You called for me," Shujin said. "Maybe you would like to come down before this escalates any further." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:20:58</strong>
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				A grin stretched over his face as the other identified himself as Shujin.&nbsp; He'd been paying no mind to Ho the irrate ramen seller, the woman beating the guard, or the guard himself.&nbsp; He knew that if push really came to shove, he's have no problem taking care of them.&nbsp; He suspected though that it wouldn't come to such drastic measures.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah, good, I was hoping you'd show up.&nbsp; I was getting tired of of shouting your name."<br><br>He pulled his sword from the roof, and with a flurish lept into the air.&nbsp; He did one twirl mid air before landing in a fighters stance at Shujin's feet with his sword resheathed.&nbsp; He'd done this all in one, smooth liquid motion.&nbsp; Even his hair was in perfect forum by the time he'd landed.&nbsp; Yes, he was showing off, and it was more for the people around him than it was to Shujin.&nbsp; If the guard had any plans to attempt to touch Tsuruchi, he certainly didn't anymore.<br><br>He straighened himself up, showing to be several inches shorter than Shujin.&nbsp; "I am Tsuruchi, student of the Iron Crane and follower of the Obsidian Dragon.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you Shujin"<br><br>He offered a very short, very formal bow, before relaxing his entire forum.<br><br>"Now what you say we get a drink and discuss our journy together, hmm?&nbsp; Shouting for you has left me parched.<br><br>As they turned from the scene Tsuruchi had caused, he tossed a coin over his shoulder, and it landed with a ~ping~ into one of the bowls on Ho's counter top.&nbsp; One stone, not terribly generous.<br><br>"For your rough!" Tsuruchi called out, laughing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:35:04</strong>
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				The townspeople were appropriately impressed by Tsuruchi's display of skill, but the young man he was now facing simply regarded him with hard eyes, a faint shadow of disapproval on his face. Shujin noticed the markings on the other's clothing and it took him a moment to scan his mind for the appropriate name...ah, yes. Iron Crane - masters of speed. <br><br>"My name is Shujin," he replied politely with the same kind of bow, "I am the student of Master Kenichi, one of the Elders of the Black Tortoise's creed, and a servant of the Wave Watcher." <br><br>He watched as the coin landed into the bowl, and Ho fumed in anger. The guard had snuck away and the lady was more occupied with watching Shujin for some reason. Shujin made a gesture of blessing, then went along with Tsuruchi. He was surprised - he had not thought that Master Kenichi had ever had any friends from among the Obsidian Dragon's servants. Worse, it seemed so that Shujin would have to tolerate this kind of behaviour until they arrived to Shanghai which was at least a few month's travel away. <br><br>"Why did you do that? You could have found me by asking around the village."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:45:59</strong>
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				Servant of the Wave Watch?&nbsp; Of course he would be.&nbsp; Already Shujin could feel they were different.. now they actually were.&nbsp; The Iron Crane was forged and tempered with Fire, striking hard and fast, using the element of their philosophy to forge, create, or destroy what they wanted.&nbsp; The Wave Watchers, the element of water, letting it move over them, guide them and shape them slowly but at a steady rate.&nbsp; Bah.. let them wait for water to move them, to shape them.&nbsp; Fire was bright, hot and instant.<br><br>Tsuruchi's master, an elderly man who called himself Tung had never mentioned a friend with the Black Tortoise.&nbsp; What purpose would it serve?&nbsp; They had nothing of value that Tsuruchi could think would be worth taking, nor did they the lust for honour, fame, and glory that the Obsidian Dragon demanded of it's followers.&nbsp; Truely something strange was going on here.<br><br>"I suppose I could have come searching for you, but that could have taken all day.&nbsp; Not only did I end up having you come to me, despite I being the one who was searching, it was also quicker and easier this way."<br><br>He gave Shujin his brightest, most charming smile.&nbsp; It was a smile that had women hide the faces for fear of him seeing them blush, and had men wonder just how someone of such jovial nature could be dangerous.<br><br>"Well Monk, what can I get for you?&nbsp; I figure the least I can do is purchase you a drink."<br><br>With a hand going to Shujin's back, Tsuruchi lead him into a small house.&nbsp; The smell of sweet wine and workers from the field hung in the air.&nbsp; All eyes were on them as they walked into the bar, but Tsuruchi made it a business not to look at any of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 17:58:36</strong>
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				Shujin's demeanour did not change. It appeared that monk was a bit harder to impress than most of the people Tsuruchi had met during his lifetime. It was not surprising, since the legends about the followers of the Creeds of the Black Tortoise were known for their honorable reputation and quite a many of them had been all over the land, battling bandits, demons and all other unsavoury beings. They were also known to be healers and exorcists, due to the purifying nature of water. <br><br>"The manner of it was unnecessary," he replied curtly.<br><br><em>Grant me patience, oh Wave Watcher,</em> Shujin thought to himself. <br><br>As for a drink, he was going to refuse, since the learners of his discipline did not indulge in human vices, seeking to be far above all desires instead. He figured that the man was going to try to get him alcohol and tried to hold his growing exasperation inside. Everything about Tsuruchi was wrong, down to the way the people looked at him. <br><br>Shujin expertly kept himself from the other man's touch, secretly ashamed of the disdain that had flooded over him, and sought to contain it. He followed the man into the winehouse, and there were many raucous cheers from the man as they saw him, quite obviously a holy man from the style of his dress and the staff he was carrying. <br><br>"You do not need to purchase anything for me, I will drink later." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 18:32:52</strong>
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				"Oh, I'm sure I don't need to" He said, taking a seat at the bar.&nbsp; "But I want too.&nbsp; See, you don't know know where you will be later, you don't know the situation you'll find yourself in.&nbsp; For all you know, within the hour we'll find ourselves in some dire straights, maybe in a desert, or being held captive by pirates!"<br><br>A small bottle was brought to him, aswell as two glasses.&nbsp; He made a point of setting aside a glass beside Shujin, though he knew he would not be able to convince the monk to take a drink.. not this time anyways.<br><br>"So tell me of yourself Shujin, we'll be traveling together for a good while, and I would like to know the man I am supposed to share the road with.. amungst other things.." He offered a slightly suggestive tone to his voice, and a twinkle in his eye.&nbsp; He did not lust for the monk (not anymore than he did lust for anyone else) but to see and judge the monk's reaction would be interesting.&nbsp; The Obsidian Dragon taught to master one's own vices for inner strength, and to find the vices of others and master those, to have influence and strength over them.&nbsp; Now what might those be for this monk...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 19:00:01</strong>
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				Pirates, hardly. Unless there were pirates on Dhan River, which Shujin strongly doubted. He thought that bandits were the most likely option. They could handle bandits between the two of them...he only hoped that Tsuruchi did not indulge in killing. If he did, Shujin would have to stop him, as this was his sacred duty - to keep lives and not let them to be taken, unless by the mandate of the Holy Emperor. Of course, there were exceptions, but those were rare and even the darkest denizens of the Underworld were only supposed to be banished back to their place of origin, not slain. <br><br>He was silent, choosing not to deign this with an answer. He took his seat calmly and sat, back ramrod straight, hands crossed on his chest. His staff had been leaned against the wall, though only a fool would think that he needed the weapon for besting his enemies. Somehow he made his position looked completely effortless, a thing which he had practiced for years. He watched as the alcohol was brought and the two glasses. Once Tsuruchi spoke to him again, the monk lifted his eyes and looked at the man sitting across from him. <br><br>Shujin blinked at the fairly suggestive innuendo, though he did not understand what had made the man speak so. Maybe Shujin was imagining it. He kept his face in check, appearing to be at peace even at this loud and rowdy place. <br><br><em>Life is a storm. Be the eye of the storm, always still and watching,</em> Shujin recalled one of Master Kenichi's sayings. Master was wise. He would do so, be still and calm, just like the saying suggested. <br><br>"I studied under Master Kenichi at the Xianjing Monastery, and now he has deemed me ready to go on the journey to Shanghai. I am a practicioner of water magic. Is there anything else you wish to know?"<br><br>He was asking from politeness, not out of a particularly great desire to volunteer any of his personal information. He had even not told the number of his highest Creed and would refrain from doing so. If Tsuruchi had been taught properly, he should able to see it from the numerous battles they were most likely going to have. Master Kenichi had also said once that a wandering monk's path should always draw him through the greatest danger and bring him to those who needed help. <br><br>Shujin's brown eyes were fixed on the other man, a level and calm gaze. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 20:12:33</strong>
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				"Bah" Tsuruchi waved a hand dismissively as he downed his glass of wine.&nbsp; It was sweet, but held a hint of bittnerness.&nbsp; Looking around the room, seeing all the people here drinking themselves into a stupor, he wondered whether the wine was made tasting like that, or whether it had picked it up from the people in this building.<br><br>"I could find out that about you from others.&nbsp; I could watch you fight, observe how you move and try and get into your head and I'd know all you just said.&nbsp; Tell me monk, where do you come from, what is your homeland like?&nbsp; Do you have a tragic tale, overcoming many odds, maybe an orphan found left at the steps of a monastary?&nbsp; Do you have any great credits to your name, any honour or glory you could impress me with?"<br><br>No sign of a vice yet, but it would show itself.. and not for lack of trying either.&nbsp; There must be something inside him, something which he desires above all else.&nbsp; It would just take Tsuruchi a while to find it.<br><br>Tsuruchi met the man's gaze with his own sparkling blue eyes.&nbsp; Everywhere he went it marked him as a member of Kakita clan.&nbsp; They were usually artists, known for creating beautiful works of art, and it was said that no member of the clan was to pick up a sword.&nbsp; And yet, here he was.<br><br>He knew his own story well enough, but he did not know this monk.&nbsp; He poured himself another small glass of wine, letting it sit for a moment before he finished it off.&nbsp; This would end his bottle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>18-11-2008, 20:19:46</strong>
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				So the man wanted to know more about him? Shujin did not think it was from any particular interest in his person, more likely Tsuruchi was trying to find out what his weaknesses were. He would have to work much harder if he wanted to know that. The monk shifted a bit. <br><br>"The followers of the Black Tortoise do not seek to impress, they let their deeds speak for themselves," Shujin replied in a tone which implied that Tsuruchi should have known already. "I have only now left my Master, but I wish to honor him in the best way possible and will do so if any opportunities arise."<br><br>He fell silent. It was true that he was an orphan, his mother having died only a week after he had been born. As for his father, he had never met the man. He had been taken to the monastery and taught properly. Shujin did not miss them, since he had never known them and you could not miss something if you had no idea what it was.<br><br>"You have finished. Let us depart from this place and set on to the road," he said once the wine bottle was empty. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 17:18:34</strong>
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				Tsuruchi made a big show of giving a sigh, and then standing up.<br><br>"Very well, I suppose we can head off.&nbsp; I can think of no reason to stay in this town all that much longer.&nbsp; Though I have to say, I do hope that you are more interesting on the road than you are off the road."<br><br>Making sure that his sword was tucked tightly into his belt, he tossed a few coins down on the counter, and strode out of the building without a second glance back.<br><br>Once outside, he had to squint for a moment, eyes re-adjusting to the bright light of the sun.&nbsp; The weather was with them today it would seem.<br><br>He stood outside of the wine house for a moment, just staring up at the blue sky.&nbsp; A sweet wind blew through the town, whisps of his white hair floating peacefully as he felt the sun on his face.<br><br>"Think of it Shujin, these are our first steps towards whatever goal we will reach.&nbsp; We might find honour and glory, we might find ruin and defeat.&nbsp; Our names, the names of our masters and our schools are all in the balance... or atleast I like to pretend that they are.&nbsp; It's one of those moment that you want to remember, a memory to reflect upon should things turn out badly, or to smile fondly back on should we grow from what we are about to do.&nbsp; Tell me, Shu, are you ready for it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 18:42:53</strong>
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				Shujin stood in one graceful move, just flowing water. Just like he had been instructed to be. As a river, yet always still and in balance. The comment about his interestingness did not seem to faze the monk at all and he simply exited after Tsuruchi, not before giving a small bow to the proprietor of this place. Even the masters of the dens of vice were to be honored. <br><br>The weather brought not ill portents. It was good to know. Shujin allowed himself a small smile as he looked again at the beauty that nature could give them. However, his face turned serious again when he was talked to. He regarded Tsuruchi with the kind of look you offered to someone who was...not the most wise man you had met. However, even this man could teach Shujin something. If he felt irritation, he would need to seek the seed of that irritation and make a lesson if it, not mull over it continuously. <br><br>They in balance? Perhaps. It would also mean that somewhere down the road they would duel eventually, to see whose honor was greater. <br><br>"I am ready," Shujin answered. He had trained his entire life for this. Better not let it go to waste. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yatta</strong> on <strong>02-12-2008, 18:00:04</strong>
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				"Good, then let us go!"<br><br>Tsuruchi would let Shujin take the first step, and then quickly follow behind.&nbsp; He had been told that it was important that the other take the first step in their journey, and that by the end he would know why.&nbsp; He hoped so, since at this point he had no idea why allowing Shujin the first step was of any import at all.<br><br>Still, it was clear that they would have to duel eventually.&nbsp; They'd need to see if either one of them could best the other.&nbsp; As much as Tsuruchi would like to believe that he would be the clear winner hands down... he couldn't make that sort of assumption.&nbsp; Arrogance had always been one of the hallmarks of the Obsidian Dragon (something Tsuruchi had in spades), but wasn't it just another weakness?&nbsp; And weaknesses were to be mastered and controlled.&nbsp; <br><br>As they were leaving the town, there was a squeeking noise behind them.&nbsp; With a puzzled look, Tsuruchi turned around to see a shanxi standing in the middle of the road, between the two of them and the town, watching them.&nbsp; It squeeked at them again, and started walking forward.<br><br>"Eh, one of those things which eats the rice around here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Legendary Journey (Deathstalker &amp; Yatta)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 20:52:43</strong>
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				"Yes," Shujin replied, then quietened. <br><br>He bore a look of calmness, giving no outward sign of the emotions inside. His master had taught him to look beyond every situation and see the possibility to learn something, to change in a positive way. It was one of the hardest things he had done, being quiet and walking beside this man, when all he wanted to do was to run back to his master and say that he would have to fail. He would fail, because he did not have the spirit of a thief needed for this task. <br><br>His master had posed the quest so simply, just told him to go to Shanghai with this Tsuruchi and to bring back that item, to make sure the other man did not get it. He had not said to betray his creed, but Shujin understood it as such. Of course, there were times when a man had to break his beliefs in order to do good, but Shujin did not believe this was the case here.<br><br>He was too enraptured in his thoughts to notice that they were being followed, until Tsuruchi spoke. Shujin stopped then and whirled around, only to see a little blue creature. The shanxi. Strange. Shujin thought that the creatures only came out at night, wanting for rice. However, this was very much a day and neither of them possessed any rice. <br><br>"I have heard of them," Shujin spoke levelly, eyes on the shanxi. The shanxi stopped right in front of Tsuruchi and began to nibble on the Dragon's toes. 
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