Recent content by Wakasugi Touma

"If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life." -Anna Freud Blood. A repugnant, yet familiar taste. It was a taste that the ronin, Tomua, had thought to have washed out of his mouth a long time ago. Once upon a time, Tomua wouldn't have thought twice about the act of...

"No I have not...such foods are not exactly common from where I am from..." The ronin said, taking another bite out of the pastries. The closest thing was this sweet that was made out of a short-grain rice with red bean filling. Though the bladesmen had had many of the local foods since he had...

Troublesome indeed...it was at least the third time Touma had thought about it. This was no doubt strong, but he also had the reflexes to match a smaller opponent....Yet it seems his rank as an underline meant that as intimidating as he seemed, there was somthing holding him back from being a...

Touma exhaled as she spoke. Usually he got his basics in before breakfast...to foods that he hadn't had for so long. If it was one thing he missed about his homeland, it had to be the food that he was so accustom to... Still, the pastry that Touma held in his hand couldn't be all that...

“You want to know the difference between a master and a beginner? The master has failed more times than the beginner has even tried.” -Unknown Typical was a word that Touma would use to describe his day, even if today was spent in town. One of many, in his travels...to a point where all of them...

Now that was somthing new. Touma spared a glance just as what looked like one of the higher ranking grunts came out of nowhere, just as he shifted his body to allow a blade to pass by, smacking it's user in retaliation, watching as his attacker proofed back into smoke. This might be a slight...

Mind over matter, focused on nothing more then the blade and it's strokes along nothing more then the wind. These were nothing more then rudimentary strokes, techniques a beginner could easily pick up. Yet even so, it was easy to learn, but hard to master. Even the best of swordsmen had to...

Her silence spoke more of how she was thinking then her words, though Touma might have not known the specifics...She clearly had much on her mind...perhaps it was better not to pry anymore, not that he asked. It would be her battle to sort out...though it didn't mean that she needed to fight it...

No matter how many they sent after Touma, it was almost certain that it would not be enough. As the splinter group approached, they're speed little to phase the red haired ronin. Instead, his feet began moving to their rythum, matching pace as he drew his blade, rushing forward to meet the new...

Mediating might not have been completely accurate, but it was not completely inaccurate either. It was a simple matter of being, at least for the time. So often that he entered this state of thinking that it was not obvious to even himself, automatic in it's action and execution. And for all...

It was annoying, but not entirely unpredictable. In fact, Touma might have been more surprised if they're assailants didn't send for reinforcements. This Jirou must really have been valuable/dangerous if this disgraced shogun was dedicating this much resources...no matter... "Any man that...

Jirou wasn't intuition wasn't too off, at least that was what Touma thought as he looked about. Sure, there might have been coincidences that explained things, but Touma didn't hold his breath; it rarely, if every, was a case of coincidences. But like one of his straw hat wearing friends would...

It had been so long since Touma had traveled with a warrior of similar repute. They carried themselves so similarly, their differences known only to themselves, given general appearance they went with. The closest people in recent memory to traveling with such people were...similar, yet...

Touma allowed himself to let out a breath upon her departure. The day was a bit more emotional driven then what he was used to on the open road. Perhaps it was he didn't much travel these days with people...or rather, people often got frustrated with his...personality, after a while. Overall, it...

Touma simply grunted, gripping his blade tighter as he watched the other ronin move off...before quietly following behind. They were back on the road again, though it was odd for him to walk with another...even if they may not have came from necessarily the same place, they held themselves...