11-13-2014, 11:49 PM
In his opposing hand was the orb of Omnilium. He inspected it, turning the sphere over in his palm, balancing it on fingers, on the back of his hand, playing with it over and over as he watched it. This was his power source, huh? Little on the small side now that he was thinking it over. Let's put this to the test, hm? He slipped the orb into his obi, freeing up his hand to grip the katana properly. With some agility, Yoshimitsu sat in the basic lotus position, legs folded across each other as he held the weapon in front of him. Focus was never a problem and it wasn't now. Making pain go away, making thoughts disappear, shutting out the whole world; all it took was focus. And he focused on what he always did when he was in the worst situations...
...Breasts or ass?
While asses always looked amazing, especially in his village where short kimono were a thing, there was the undeniable allure of breasts. The sacred flesh of a woman that (hopefully) only women had. He could be in a bath house with his men and stare at their bare chests and never even come close to relishing the sight. But men sure had asses. Therefore breasts won in superiority. Not to mention they were sensitive and soft. And they came in the most wonderful shapes and sizes. Yoshimitsu was by no means discriminatory, breasts of all kinds were appreciated. They were as varied as his Zen Garden designs. Oh and the nipples! The colors! The feels! He could write poems upon poems about the fruits and berries of nature that they resembled. There definitely was quite a many layers to breasts and all they had to offer as divine fruits of pleasure.
But asses...his mind wandered back to the numerous easy times he was able to cop a feel. Far less intruding than leaping upon women to feel their breasts. Passing by, “oh excuse me, excuse me, wow what a great ass you have! Oops, I didn't mean to, honest!” Ah yes, grabbing them was half the fun when it came to training his skills of stealth. Oh ho, and let's not forget the days of youth, secret rendezvous' at night with young maidens. Those short kimono? Yes, yes, fun was had. There were always gracious handfuls to be taken whether leading to the sweet embraces or in the middle of them. Ah, which were better? It was a subject he had spent many years contemplating ever since he became leader of the Manji Ryu. The day he found the answer would be the day he found true enlightenment.
Now while it would have been nice to summon female body parts with his Omnilium Orb, that wasn't his intent. Shutting everything out, focusing on the finer aspects of the female form, Yoshimitsu was able to direct his energy on sealing the wound he had inflicted on himself. Strangely, his clothing was also repaired. Very interesting. Perhaps with the use of Omnilium he could increase some of his other innate abilities or improve on his skills. Growing the self through determination and hard work was a precept he had lived by his whole life. This was just a new take on it that he could jump into immediately.
Sheathing the katana, Yoshimitsu twisted his torso, lifted himself on his hands and hopped to his feet. It was time to adjust to this new setting and move on. His focus shifted first from lady parts to healing himself to finding out where exactly he was. But underneath the immediate priorities lie the one he knew would have to contend with: Returning home and correcting the imbalance this Omni created. He was a virtuous (mostly), honorable (not really), saintly (...really?) man, but above all he believed in the sacred rites of the Yoshimitsu line and the followings of Buddhism. What Omni did wasn't just blasphemy, it was down right abhorrent and disgusting to the ritual and everything they believed as a clan. Righteous indignation was flowing through him and he would not stop until he found this Omni and made him pay for his ignorance. Even if he had to tear this whole Omniverse apart, scouring all its depths for an army, gain the power of Gods and climb the stairway to heaven (there's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold...). He didn't know how long Yoshimitsu (the sword, people) would last in this infuriated state, but even if it unleashed some form of punishment on Yoshimitsu (the person, y'all), he would not stop until he reclaimed everything taken from Yoshimitsu (both of them, confused yet?).
Before him stood what was probably the most beautiful sight he could have ever seen. A fountain resembling the Longmen Falls. A cave structure barreling downward, reaching up and disappearing into the white sky. The mouth opened to reveal the multi-tiered falls, water cascading in a torrential fall. Shelves of rock creating an amazing illusion of stairs of water. At the end, the wide mouthed pool of clear water, so impossibly blue and clean that he could see the bottom and everything in between. Koi. Numerous amount of koi, all different colors and types. The orange and white, the black and golds, short little whiskers, some with long ones. Some eyes more pronounced than others. All content swimming around and enjoying each other's company. But he noticed one, one lone koi swimming up a frenzy, racing from one end to the other and going around in furious circles. This one wound itself up before spitting itself from the depths, tackling the unstoppable force of nature. One jump. Two jumps. Three jumps. It hit the first shelf, bolting its body from the impacting and attempting a fourth jump. It succeeded and managed a fifth. But the current proved stronger than the fish's will and spat it back down to the pool of reflection. It swam in slow circles, dazed no doubt. But as he continued staring into the small lake, he noticed it began its work all over again, racing back forth and pushing its own limits.
Yoshimitsu nodded. His grotesque mask shifting to show its wearer's approval. This is a great sign. He too would fight nature itself if it meant accomplishing his goals. He would rise up impossible odds and become the dragon that was once a lowly fish.
Oh and there were naked maidens all sunbathing around the falls and it wasn't large beach towels they were laying upon, they were sacks of gold. Giant sacks of gold. Giant. Sacks...of gold. Giggles, coins jingling, breasts bouncing, gold over flowing, healthy asses shaking. Ah...if he weren't Yoshimitsu, he would be taking a very long detour from divine vengeance.
Prying his stubborn eyes from the gorgeous view, Yoshimitsu looked about the falls, noticing in contrast from the stark whiteness surrounding him that there were small, barely visible shapes. He turned in a full circle, slowly so he could inspect what he could of each colored object in the distance. Eight. Well then. Looks like there was a hike ahead of him. He cast one last look at the beautiful sights and bid farewell.
He was facing north so...as the crow flies.
...Breasts or ass?
While asses always looked amazing, especially in his village where short kimono were a thing, there was the undeniable allure of breasts. The sacred flesh of a woman that (hopefully) only women had. He could be in a bath house with his men and stare at their bare chests and never even come close to relishing the sight. But men sure had asses. Therefore breasts won in superiority. Not to mention they were sensitive and soft. And they came in the most wonderful shapes and sizes. Yoshimitsu was by no means discriminatory, breasts of all kinds were appreciated. They were as varied as his Zen Garden designs. Oh and the nipples! The colors! The feels! He could write poems upon poems about the fruits and berries of nature that they resembled. There definitely was quite a many layers to breasts and all they had to offer as divine fruits of pleasure.
But asses...his mind wandered back to the numerous easy times he was able to cop a feel. Far less intruding than leaping upon women to feel their breasts. Passing by, “oh excuse me, excuse me, wow what a great ass you have! Oops, I didn't mean to, honest!” Ah yes, grabbing them was half the fun when it came to training his skills of stealth. Oh ho, and let's not forget the days of youth, secret rendezvous' at night with young maidens. Those short kimono? Yes, yes, fun was had. There were always gracious handfuls to be taken whether leading to the sweet embraces or in the middle of them. Ah, which were better? It was a subject he had spent many years contemplating ever since he became leader of the Manji Ryu. The day he found the answer would be the day he found true enlightenment.
Now while it would have been nice to summon female body parts with his Omnilium Orb, that wasn't his intent. Shutting everything out, focusing on the finer aspects of the female form, Yoshimitsu was able to direct his energy on sealing the wound he had inflicted on himself. Strangely, his clothing was also repaired. Very interesting. Perhaps with the use of Omnilium he could increase some of his other innate abilities or improve on his skills. Growing the self through determination and hard work was a precept he had lived by his whole life. This was just a new take on it that he could jump into immediately.
Sheathing the katana, Yoshimitsu twisted his torso, lifted himself on his hands and hopped to his feet. It was time to adjust to this new setting and move on. His focus shifted first from lady parts to healing himself to finding out where exactly he was. But underneath the immediate priorities lie the one he knew would have to contend with: Returning home and correcting the imbalance this Omni created. He was a virtuous (mostly), honorable (not really), saintly (...really?) man, but above all he believed in the sacred rites of the Yoshimitsu line and the followings of Buddhism. What Omni did wasn't just blasphemy, it was down right abhorrent and disgusting to the ritual and everything they believed as a clan. Righteous indignation was flowing through him and he would not stop until he found this Omni and made him pay for his ignorance. Even if he had to tear this whole Omniverse apart, scouring all its depths for an army, gain the power of Gods and climb the stairway to heaven (there's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold...). He didn't know how long Yoshimitsu (the sword, people) would last in this infuriated state, but even if it unleashed some form of punishment on Yoshimitsu (the person, y'all), he would not stop until he reclaimed everything taken from Yoshimitsu (both of them, confused yet?).
Before him stood what was probably the most beautiful sight he could have ever seen. A fountain resembling the Longmen Falls. A cave structure barreling downward, reaching up and disappearing into the white sky. The mouth opened to reveal the multi-tiered falls, water cascading in a torrential fall. Shelves of rock creating an amazing illusion of stairs of water. At the end, the wide mouthed pool of clear water, so impossibly blue and clean that he could see the bottom and everything in between. Koi. Numerous amount of koi, all different colors and types. The orange and white, the black and golds, short little whiskers, some with long ones. Some eyes more pronounced than others. All content swimming around and enjoying each other's company. But he noticed one, one lone koi swimming up a frenzy, racing from one end to the other and going around in furious circles. This one wound itself up before spitting itself from the depths, tackling the unstoppable force of nature. One jump. Two jumps. Three jumps. It hit the first shelf, bolting its body from the impacting and attempting a fourth jump. It succeeded and managed a fifth. But the current proved stronger than the fish's will and spat it back down to the pool of reflection. It swam in slow circles, dazed no doubt. But as he continued staring into the small lake, he noticed it began its work all over again, racing back forth and pushing its own limits.
Yoshimitsu nodded. His grotesque mask shifting to show its wearer's approval. This is a great sign. He too would fight nature itself if it meant accomplishing his goals. He would rise up impossible odds and become the dragon that was once a lowly fish.
Oh and there were naked maidens all sunbathing around the falls and it wasn't large beach towels they were laying upon, they were sacks of gold. Giant sacks of gold. Giant. Sacks...of gold. Giggles, coins jingling, breasts bouncing, gold over flowing, healthy asses shaking. Ah...if he weren't Yoshimitsu, he would be taking a very long detour from divine vengeance.
Prying his stubborn eyes from the gorgeous view, Yoshimitsu looked about the falls, noticing in contrast from the stark whiteness surrounding him that there were small, barely visible shapes. He turned in a full circle, slowly so he could inspect what he could of each colored object in the distance. Eight. Well then. Looks like there was a hike ahead of him. He cast one last look at the beautiful sights and bid farewell.
He was facing north so...as the crow flies.