Generations of Oni [ Amaki ]

[Yukie Kida]

She took the trumpet back and lifted it, closing her eyes. She felt the wind elemental energies she contained as an Oni, felt the flow of them, and the movements of the birds, and then fired as she felt the wind changed, striking one dead center and dropping it in her calmness.

[Zanki]

Zanki smirked, glad to see she had gotten it. "Now. Take down the last one." He told her.

[Yukie Kida]

She closed her eyes and lifted it. Without opening them she fired, striking it in the wing. She corrected herself as it fell, hitting the other wing, and then in the center as it fell.

[Zanki]

Zanki clapped a few times, smiling as he looked at Yukie. "There, now you understand." He chuckled, "You have much to learn but I know once you understand all that there is, you will become an Oni who surpasses perhaps even I." he told; "To be honest, you would make an ideal apprentice of course."

[Yukie Kida]

"I appreciate the thought," she said, "But I'm not looking to be taught like that at the moment."

[Zanki]

Zanki closed his eyes and chuckled again, tucking one hand into the pocket of his jacket. "I see, then I suppose this should suffice." He looked at her, "Well, keep in mind both what I taught you today as well as my offer. If you ever reconsider and would like someone to teach you more, I'd be happy too." He told her, he turned after that.

"Well, I've finished what I came here to do awhile ago. So I think I've overstayed here. See you around, kid." He held his right hand up as he walked. Giving her a wave of farewell to her as he headed to where he parked his motorcycle.

[Yukie Kida]

She gave him a bow, "Goodbye, Zanki-san," she said with a small smile, watching him go.

[Zanki]

(End)