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       Vasco Black Style: Iaijutsu - Ichi "One!"
       By: romeo1221 Date: April 15, 2020, 2:15 am
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       {A Few Years Ago}
       A dark man with a lot of hair stands tall with eyes of blue
       shades... he is in fairly exotic clothes that are light enough
       to accentuate his speed. He wields a sword, a katana to be exact
       with a thin profile that would make it nearly invisible from a
       distance.
       Unknown Man: Vasco, come ere'. I got something I want you to do.
       Vasco B. Jr.: What's up, dad?
       Vasco B. Sr.: Watch me swing this sword, then- tell me how many
       times I swung when I say I'm done.
       Vasco B. Jr.: Ah...okay? You use swords?
       Vasco B. Sr.: A soldier must know how to use a number of
       weapons, a gun is not always in hand and some enemies are harder
       to fight with only a pistol... well, exacept for me, I can do
       anything with a gun but you might not be so lucky.
       Vasco B. Jr.: Yeah whatever, Pops.
       Vasco B. Sr.: Shut up and watch me, before I make you spend
       another hour in the 'cell'.
       As the child stiffened up upon hearing that, the older man looks
       away at a dummy covered in a mat that had already been soaked in
       water. It is said that only certain weapons that were sharp
       enough could cut this as it was durable enough to withstand
       immense punishments. That was some mythical bullshit though,
       almost any piece of metal that was sharp enough and could hold
       it's own weight could cut it... some just have an easier time
       than others. But, as the man starts the draw he immediately
       swings the sword once and re-sheathes the blade... It seems as
       though nothing had happened. No cut was inflicted and through
       the sword was too fast to see being swung, the child was sure he
       only swung it once.
       Vasco B. Jr: One!
       Vasco B. Sr.: Close but not close at all.
       Vasco Jr. would've called it early as suddenly the dummy would
       be cut a number of times over, into strings of it's material and
       fell to the ground, Sil coming in at the last moment would look
       in wonder at the scene of it.
       Vasco B. Sr.: The right answer is one hundred million.
       Vasco B. Jr.: W-what!? How could you swing that much when I only
       saw it once...
       Vasco B. Sr.: You know, your old man isn't a swordsman but one
       day you'll learn to see bullets fly and pace their trajectory
       but... bullets aren't the only thing that can move so fast and
       like I taught you... Speed can increase the mass of an object,
       it's not just correlation that the fastest attacks can be the
       hardest hitting and a bullet penetrates through things easily
       due to how fast you can fire a small aerodynamic piece of metal.
       Bullets can be limited by durability, some choose to offset this
       with mana reinforcement. Others, get larger bullets. But, a
       sword is aerodynamic as well, some more than others and the
       thinner the blade, the better the cut. It's simple physics, you
       know all this already. But, we aren't strong as other
       swordsmen... We move quickly, Sil would be better at this than
       you but.... Sil doesn't need this. You're gonna learn to swing
       this so fast that the attack despite your weakness in strength
       like other swordsman by creating a perpetual increase in mass
       with speed. You'll perform cuts cleaner, without the need for
       unnecessary weight training.
       The child nods and is given a training wooden blade with a
       sheathe that was on the lighter side, there was a pile nearby as
       if they were expected to break.
       "Keep swinging it... until it gets dark..."
       The child looked horrified at that sentence, not because of the
       fact he had to train... but because it was only about seven in
       the morning. Of course, this- was only the beginning and this
       training had been a secondary activity for him for years after
       perfecting
       {Present}
       Vasco Black Jr. looks at a blade, a relatively thin knife and
       grabs it... A tomato in front of him, he looks at it and easily
       with a flick.. it was diced.
       Vasco Black: One.
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