The nostalgic feeling that Shimotsuki Village gave off on Marcel was slowly fading away. He sat on top of one of the buildings observing the villagers walking by one after the other. The samurai was drawing this in his sketchbook but the calm, peaceful smile that he had when drawing has disappeared. It couldn't be helped that Marcel had a lot on his mind due to recent events. But what was really eating him up now, was this sudden change in the feeling of being in this village. Marcel's feelings of being back in the Wano Country was strong in this village, but all of a sudden it just died down.
Was it from his current travels around the other islands? He hasn't been to Wano since he was a child so it would make sense. Marcel paused on his drawing and let out a brief sigh before turning towards a nearby dojo where some people were practicing sword fighting. The samurai raised an eyebrow. Maybe doing a little bit of training over there would bring back that nostalgic feeling. Marcel put his sketchbook and pencil away before getting up, brushing off any pencil shavings. He then began to jump from roof to roof of buildings before landing on the roof right next to the dojo.
Marcel crouched down a little and observed the people. One side for the children, the other side for the adults. Marcel looked at the children side for a little and got brief flashbacks of his own training in Wano when he was a child. How he would always go up against his brothers only to fail but got a little better each time. The brief burst of nostalgia was enough to encourage him even more to join this dojo. Marcel jumped down to the front of the building and proceeded in where he was greeted by some of the people who recognized him from his previous visit to the village.
Marcel went into the changing room and removed his clothing, including his chest plate and put on a more dojo themed attire. He folded his clothes and placed them next to his chest plate and katana before proceeding into the main room. The room was filled with different kinds of equipment used for training as well as many people. Marcel picked up a wooden training katana that was hanging on the side and made his was to a practice dummy. Marcel gripped the handle of the katana with both hands and closed his eyes, taking a deep breathe before opening them, unleashing a quick horizontal strike at the practice dummies side.
He then began to slide around the practice dummy with ease, hitting it in the hip area, ankles, a couple of quick slash like attacks at the chest before finishing it off with a slash like attack at the neck only for the fake katana to stop as it made impact with that area since the weapon was fake. Marcel kept his weapon right there. He just paused and stared at it. Some of the other people who were training stopped what they were doing and looked towards Marcel with amazed looks on their faces.
A timid boy who looked to be no more than eighteen slowly made his way to Marcel who placed the wooden katana back to his side. As soon as Marcel made eye contact with the boy, the boy quickly lowered his head. He then asked Marcel if he wanted to spar hesitantly. Marcel watched as the boy hesitantly pointed towards the sparring area. Marcel looked over there then to the boy before giving him a brief nod. The two then walked over to the area and stood on opposite ends.
A small group gathered around to spectate the two who gave each other a brief bow before drawing their wooden weapons. Marcel noticed that the boy was shaking. He then overheard some of the people laughing amongst themselves, how they forced the poor boy to go up against Marcel. Marcel then looked at the boy, having a brief flashback about his self as a child and how hesitant he used to be. The boy then charged at Marcel with a combination of fear and wanting to get this over with expressions on his face.
Their wooden swords would exchange blows as Marcel lowered his pace to stay on the level of the boy. Marcel then began to back up a little as if he were being overpowered, causing the others to look in surprise. The boy was also in disbelief but the fear on his face slowly went away and became more of a confident one. Marcel was then out of the ring with the tip of his opponent's wooden katana poking his chest. The crowd then began to cheer for the boy, huddling around him as Marcel looked on with a small smile on his face.
The samurai headed back to the changing room and put his things back on as well as grabbed his katana. As he walked out, he was stopped by the boy who gave him another bow with a confident grin on his face. Marcel exchanged the bow with a small smile on his face and made his way out of the dojo.
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Was it from his current travels around the other islands? He hasn't been to Wano since he was a child so it would make sense. Marcel paused on his drawing and let out a brief sigh before turning towards a nearby dojo where some people were practicing sword fighting. The samurai raised an eyebrow. Maybe doing a little bit of training over there would bring back that nostalgic feeling. Marcel put his sketchbook and pencil away before getting up, brushing off any pencil shavings. He then began to jump from roof to roof of buildings before landing on the roof right next to the dojo.
Marcel crouched down a little and observed the people. One side for the children, the other side for the adults. Marcel looked at the children side for a little and got brief flashbacks of his own training in Wano when he was a child. How he would always go up against his brothers only to fail but got a little better each time. The brief burst of nostalgia was enough to encourage him even more to join this dojo. Marcel jumped down to the front of the building and proceeded in where he was greeted by some of the people who recognized him from his previous visit to the village.
Marcel went into the changing room and removed his clothing, including his chest plate and put on a more dojo themed attire. He folded his clothes and placed them next to his chest plate and katana before proceeding into the main room. The room was filled with different kinds of equipment used for training as well as many people. Marcel picked up a wooden training katana that was hanging on the side and made his was to a practice dummy. Marcel gripped the handle of the katana with both hands and closed his eyes, taking a deep breathe before opening them, unleashing a quick horizontal strike at the practice dummies side.
He then began to slide around the practice dummy with ease, hitting it in the hip area, ankles, a couple of quick slash like attacks at the chest before finishing it off with a slash like attack at the neck only for the fake katana to stop as it made impact with that area since the weapon was fake. Marcel kept his weapon right there. He just paused and stared at it. Some of the other people who were training stopped what they were doing and looked towards Marcel with amazed looks on their faces.
A timid boy who looked to be no more than eighteen slowly made his way to Marcel who placed the wooden katana back to his side. As soon as Marcel made eye contact with the boy, the boy quickly lowered his head. He then asked Marcel if he wanted to spar hesitantly. Marcel watched as the boy hesitantly pointed towards the sparring area. Marcel looked over there then to the boy before giving him a brief nod. The two then walked over to the area and stood on opposite ends.
A small group gathered around to spectate the two who gave each other a brief bow before drawing their wooden weapons. Marcel noticed that the boy was shaking. He then overheard some of the people laughing amongst themselves, how they forced the poor boy to go up against Marcel. Marcel then looked at the boy, having a brief flashback about his self as a child and how hesitant he used to be. The boy then charged at Marcel with a combination of fear and wanting to get this over with expressions on his face.
Their wooden swords would exchange blows as Marcel lowered his pace to stay on the level of the boy. Marcel then began to back up a little as if he were being overpowered, causing the others to look in surprise. The boy was also in disbelief but the fear on his face slowly went away and became more of a confident one. Marcel was then out of the ring with the tip of his opponent's wooden katana poking his chest. The crowd then began to cheer for the boy, huddling around him as Marcel looked on with a small smile on his face.
The samurai headed back to the changing room and put his things back on as well as grabbed his katana. As he walked out, he was stopped by the boy who gave him another bow with a confident grin on his face. Marcel exchanged the bow with a small smile on his face and made his way out of the dojo.
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