Post by eramemory on Aug 13, 2009 13:30:29 GMT -5
"Ah, that's true." Era relented with a small laugh, waving his hand off-handedly. On a closer look to the fight... Kenpachi seemed to be pressing for more battle, more bloodlust; whilst the Arrancar seemed to only concern himself with short term goals. Still, it was unclear to one of Era's calibur to discern the victor outright yet. "Guess you're a bit like Kenpachi, huh? 'The strongest eats the flesh of the strong', or something to that effect...?"
The young boy sighed; young, not by age, but by nature. For years and centuries no longer meant any thing to him, for one whose time passed as slow as a turtle's pace. He glanced at Karel once again; nothing, especially, the fine sleekness of the blade he wore. It seemed to be of japanese make, though not a normal katana- a taishou-use perhaps? But the two strands of thread that hung from its end were outstanding, seemingly leaning more to that of a Chinese style. On a second look, Karel himself didn't seem local; and there was no placing him by appearances alone. Dirty honey-brown hair, yellowish amber eyes, skin almost as pale as Era's... a royalty raised within a noble family might explain it. Era meant to inquire more, but decided to keep his mouth shut for now. Questions unasked and silence consented on parties both sides was a privelege and a consensus. He himself had a lot to account for, and not just race or species.
Neither Karel nor Era talked much, even though Era had clearly invited the Shinigami Captain over. Both simply took simple pleasure in watching the battle unfold, eyes keeping up with every sweep, every blow exchanged, every step of the warring man death god and Hollow transcended. Era was impressed once again by both their prowess; the Arrancar had obviously been taking a good beating, but never once allowed Kenpachi to get the better of him, despite the difference in pure strength, whilst Kenpachi matched the Arrancar speed for speed, unwavering before the intense heat that threatened to singe Era even this far off. But statiscally speaking Kenpachi now held the trump card; he was, after all, known as the 'Undead' Shinigami; it seemed a hundred, a thousand slashes, and the rabid man would keep on fighting, unaware of pain, that ferocious battle-crazed grin ever alit on his face.
"Boy, Who are the strongest fighters in the world?"
Finally, Karel spoke. He had obviously been thinking of some sentiment to that particular tidbit of philosophy, and as much as Era would just like to say 'I don't know, you tell me,' and dismiss the whole thing, it wouldn't be polite, so he tried his best to come up with an appropraite answer.
Watching the battle for a good whole ten seconds more, Era finally gave his reply, solemnly, yet he never stopped smiling. "Strength is a funny thing. I used to think it was all about pure physical power, then I conceived the idea that it meant destroying the enemy completely..." Laughing at such childish nuances reminisced, Era chortled quietly, shaking his head. "...And all that is good, but I came to realize the strength of heart is essential to becoming stronger too. " Looking to Karel with a clear, brick red eye staring back humorously, he paused and continued. "It's like everyone has a different perception of strength, and with that comes different opinions. To me, it's like, the children of the world, struggling against their fate, straining against their bonds of inevitable destiny....escaping fron the vicious cycle of no return. That's true strength to me. As such.... those who do battle with their destiny and prevail should be the strongest fighters, should they live the lives they wish to live on from then on. "
Nodding at his own little grain of input, he twitched to Karel, as if to question 'what about you?'.
The young boy sighed; young, not by age, but by nature. For years and centuries no longer meant any thing to him, for one whose time passed as slow as a turtle's pace. He glanced at Karel once again; nothing, especially, the fine sleekness of the blade he wore. It seemed to be of japanese make, though not a normal katana- a taishou-use perhaps? But the two strands of thread that hung from its end were outstanding, seemingly leaning more to that of a Chinese style. On a second look, Karel himself didn't seem local; and there was no placing him by appearances alone. Dirty honey-brown hair, yellowish amber eyes, skin almost as pale as Era's... a royalty raised within a noble family might explain it. Era meant to inquire more, but decided to keep his mouth shut for now. Questions unasked and silence consented on parties both sides was a privelege and a consensus. He himself had a lot to account for, and not just race or species.
Neither Karel nor Era talked much, even though Era had clearly invited the Shinigami Captain over. Both simply took simple pleasure in watching the battle unfold, eyes keeping up with every sweep, every blow exchanged, every step of the warring man death god and Hollow transcended. Era was impressed once again by both their prowess; the Arrancar had obviously been taking a good beating, but never once allowed Kenpachi to get the better of him, despite the difference in pure strength, whilst Kenpachi matched the Arrancar speed for speed, unwavering before the intense heat that threatened to singe Era even this far off. But statiscally speaking Kenpachi now held the trump card; he was, after all, known as the 'Undead' Shinigami; it seemed a hundred, a thousand slashes, and the rabid man would keep on fighting, unaware of pain, that ferocious battle-crazed grin ever alit on his face.
"Boy, Who are the strongest fighters in the world?"
Finally, Karel spoke. He had obviously been thinking of some sentiment to that particular tidbit of philosophy, and as much as Era would just like to say 'I don't know, you tell me,' and dismiss the whole thing, it wouldn't be polite, so he tried his best to come up with an appropraite answer.
Watching the battle for a good whole ten seconds more, Era finally gave his reply, solemnly, yet he never stopped smiling. "Strength is a funny thing. I used to think it was all about pure physical power, then I conceived the idea that it meant destroying the enemy completely..." Laughing at such childish nuances reminisced, Era chortled quietly, shaking his head. "...And all that is good, but I came to realize the strength of heart is essential to becoming stronger too. " Looking to Karel with a clear, brick red eye staring back humorously, he paused and continued. "It's like everyone has a different perception of strength, and with that comes different opinions. To me, it's like, the children of the world, struggling against their fate, straining against their bonds of inevitable destiny....escaping fron the vicious cycle of no return. That's true strength to me. As such.... those who do battle with their destiny and prevail should be the strongest fighters, should they live the lives they wish to live on from then on. "
Nodding at his own little grain of input, he twitched to Karel, as if to question 'what about you?'.
