A Mutual Meeting

The winds blew softly. As the azure and onyx exploded in the air like water blossoms. Here, by a shirne, held the last of the kind. Those who would state that they where the masters of the blades and the serverants of their own souls, all lived here. Endlessly training as a man sat cross legged. Sitting their awaiting to see who would be worthy of learning the secert arts of the samurai. These people where not good enough. He knew someone who could master the techniques from his homeland. But he was not sure if they would want to be here. After all Ninjas and Samurai don't usually look eye-o-eye. Hadora stood up. The memories of his Dragon blood making him stifle back a bit. His own student approached him. Bowing and asking for a quick spar. Hadora smiled and decided to hold back. Using his katana with his right hand, thought he was a master with the left. Upon seeing his student rush at him He proceeded to draw his blade and reseal it. In a flash. Utalizing Iaido. Causing his student to scream in pain nd hit the ground. Bleeding from the torso. Hadora sheathed his blade once more and looked upwards. "Nanashi. Get your ass here." He stated as he walked out of the shirne. Heading down to a large area in which their was an open grass feild. He took a seat. Waiting Nanashi's arrival.

Scratching his crotch as he was drinking sake from his other hand from a bowl, elbow resting against the dirt, Nanashi yawned as he saw Hadora slash some homeless man's (aka student as Hadora would like to call them in Nanashi's perspective) torso got slashed and his intestines were leaking out. Ouch, it was just a lazy look on Nanashi as he kept a poker face until called in specific to get up and come out into the grass fields, Nanashi being inside the shrine, stretching his back as he got up and took a Katana, or more like five as he places them around his sash to be held there, holding the sixth sheathed sword at hand from the sheathe as he walked outside and went to the grass fields. Having left the empty sake bowl aside, going out into the field with the sixth sword held left. Having paced lazily until he was face-to-face with the Samurai. Well, he was standing, Hadora or Hetero or whatever his face was sitting.

"Does the gorilla summon the crow to teach it a motherfuckin' strong quick flash Samurai quick hit which hits... quick technique?"