[ yin yu has done his damndest to avoid just about everyone in camp since this entire memory thing started happening. mask firmly on his face and in full avoidance mode, he is dutifully helping to move supplies for roof fixing with black shadows, hoping to oppress his own presence as much as he always does so nothing happens.
ha ha too bad, though, because kara literally just has to be nearby for a memory to leak out.
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kara's vision opens to a training ground, where a young kid, maybe thirteen or fourteen, is rushing directly for him, yelling, "DIE!" at the top of his lungs. despite being so small, the child's killing intent is intense, and the training sword he holds in his hands moves with a lot of speed. clearly, he may be young, but he's a natural talent.
kara will recognize the voice that speaks in return --it's yin yu. he's calm, muttering, "Do you have to say die? This is training...", as the child approaches him, but his posture doesn't change, his hands behind his back, holding his own training weapon. just like this, yin yu exudes an aura he hasn't ever in camp. he dodges each of yizhen's attacks, stepping out of the way of his wooden sword like a dance.
effortlessly, he dodges a powerful swipe with the weapon at his chin. "Yizhen. Yesterday, you were acting strange with the other students. Did you get into another fight?"
"They started it by teasing me," the child - 'yizhen' starts to explain, interrupting himself with a "ha!" noise as he tries for another slice at yin yu, who dodges out of the way with no trouble. the feeling of his thoughts are utterly at peace, calm, and yin yu's foot plants on the ground when yizhen moves forward. with one effortless turn, he's suddenly behind yizhen, and gives him a poke right between the shoulders with the training weapon, dropping him to the ground. yizhen yelps, surprised, and yin yu speaks again.
he gives off an aura of easy authority, a presence, as he lightly scolds the training young man. "You are my disciple, Yizhen. That sort of reckless violence isn't allowed here."
"...I didn't want him to go after me first," yizhen repeats, now a little petulant, as he rises and wipes his mouth.
"In a nearly inevitable situation like that, if you just exercise violence, you're no better than a street brawler. The definition of justice is not always to swing your fist, first, but to do so when the time is right." yin yu looks over his student, and you can feel the exasperated fondness in his voice as he makes his way over to gently right yizhen, helping him stand properly and fixing his robes. as he bends down, kara can see yin yu's arms-- both master and disciple are clothed in the same colors, blue and gold.
"Why?" Yizhen asks.
"That is one of the reasons that I brought you here." he says, quietly, brushing the dirt off of his robes, fussing a bit over them to make sure he's alright. "You have so much potential, if you'll just listen and learn."
...ah. yin yu pauses, as he rights himself, catching himself letting out a little more than necessary. he shakes his head, putting his hand on his thigh to move to standing again. "...well, preaching aside. Take up your wooden sword, Yizhen. Again. "
he turns to his disciple, and this time, he smiles, projecting that air of easy warmth and confidence. "Will you stay a simple target, for those guys to bully you? Or will you grow your stamina, so you'll never lose again?"
the young disciple looks up to yin yu, his eyes shining. he's staring at him like he hung the very stars and moon in the sky, stunned by his shixiong's belief, or lesson, or both. there's a long moment before he responds. "...I'm going to keep learning." he says, "Until I get good enough to beat you."
"Ah?" yin yu repeats -- he sounds amused, and he is.
"I'm not as interested in my swordsmanship!" the child proclaims, foolishly, loudly, as he takes the proper stance of the yin sect and tosses the wooden sword to the side, "Let's fight with our fists!"
yin yu's mouth twitches, and for a moment, he's overwhelmed with pride. the fondness on his face grows for this young man, who doesn't want to train with swords, because he wants to defend himself--because he truly wants to grow stronger. "Good."
...of course, that's impossible in a sect of sword fighting, so yin yu adds, warmly, "And if you lose to me, then we'll spend double time on sword form training, tomorrow."
from there, the two begin to spar. yin yu sets aside his wooden sword as yizhen does, and proceeds to dispatch him handily, his martial moves just as crisp as the ones with the wooden sword have been. needless to say, yizhen will be doing double sword training tomorrow.
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when yin yu comes back to reality, he's not moving anymore. the memory stunned him, and he blinks, slowly, feeling a low tide of emotions in his stomach. something bitter. if kara doesn't stop him, he probably will cut and run; but for the moment he just stands there, letting out a slow exhale. ]
w3 memshares! probably tuesdayish
ha ha too bad, though, because kara literally just has to be nearby for a memory to leak out.
--
kara's vision opens to a training ground, where a young kid, maybe thirteen or fourteen, is rushing directly for him, yelling, "DIE!" at the top of his lungs. despite being so small, the child's killing intent is intense, and the training sword he holds in his hands moves with a lot of speed. clearly, he may be young, but he's a natural talent.
kara will recognize the voice that speaks in return --it's yin yu. he's calm, muttering, "Do you have to say die? This is training...", as the child approaches him, but his posture doesn't change, his hands behind his back, holding his own training weapon. just like this, yin yu exudes an aura he hasn't ever in camp. he dodges each of yizhen's attacks, stepping out of the way of his wooden sword like a dance.
effortlessly, he dodges a powerful swipe with the weapon at his chin. "Yizhen. Yesterday, you were acting strange with the other students. Did you get into another fight?"
"They started it by teasing me," the child - 'yizhen' starts to explain, interrupting himself with a "ha!" noise as he tries for another slice at yin yu, who dodges out of the way with no trouble. the feeling of his thoughts are utterly at peace, calm, and yin yu's foot plants on the ground when yizhen moves forward. with one effortless turn, he's suddenly behind yizhen, and gives him a poke right between the shoulders with the training weapon, dropping him to the ground. yizhen yelps, surprised, and yin yu speaks again.
he gives off an aura of easy authority, a presence, as he lightly scolds the training young man. "You are my disciple, Yizhen. That sort of reckless violence isn't allowed here."
"...I didn't want him to go after me first," yizhen repeats, now a little petulant, as he rises and wipes his mouth.
"In a nearly inevitable situation like that, if you just exercise violence, you're no better than a street brawler. The definition of justice is not always to swing your fist, first, but to do so when the time is right." yin yu looks over his student, and you can feel the exasperated fondness in his voice as he makes his way over to gently right yizhen, helping him stand properly and fixing his robes. as he bends down, kara can see yin yu's arms-- both master and disciple are clothed in the same colors, blue and gold.
"Why?" Yizhen asks.
"That is one of the reasons that I brought you here." he says, quietly, brushing the dirt off of his robes, fussing a bit over them to make sure he's alright. "You have so much potential, if you'll just listen and learn."
...ah. yin yu pauses, as he rights himself, catching himself letting out a little more than necessary. he shakes his head, putting his hand on his thigh to move to standing again. "...well, preaching aside. Take up your wooden sword, Yizhen. Again. "
he turns to his disciple, and this time, he smiles, projecting that air of easy warmth and confidence. "Will you stay a simple target, for those guys to bully you? Or will you grow your stamina, so you'll never lose again?"
the young disciple looks up to yin yu, his eyes shining. he's staring at him like he hung the very stars and moon in the sky, stunned by his shixiong's belief, or lesson, or both. there's a long moment before he responds. "...I'm going to keep learning." he says, "Until I get good enough to beat you."
"Ah?" yin yu repeats -- he sounds amused, and he is.
"I'm not as interested in my swordsmanship!" the child proclaims, foolishly, loudly, as he takes the proper stance of the yin sect and tosses the wooden sword to the side, "Let's fight with our fists!"
yin yu's mouth twitches, and for a moment, he's overwhelmed with pride. the fondness on his face grows for this young man, who doesn't want to train with swords, because he wants to defend himself--because he truly wants to grow stronger. "Good."
...of course, that's impossible in a sect of sword fighting, so yin yu adds, warmly, "And if you lose to me, then we'll spend double time on sword form training, tomorrow."
from there, the two begin to spar. yin yu sets aside his wooden sword as yizhen does, and proceeds to dispatch him handily, his martial moves just as crisp as the ones with the wooden sword have been. needless to say, yizhen will be doing double sword training tomorrow.
--
when yin yu comes back to reality, he's not moving anymore. the memory stunned him, and he blinks, slowly, feeling a low tide of emotions in his stomach. something bitter. if kara doesn't stop him, he probably will cut and run; but for the moment he just stands there, letting out a slow exhale. ]