nekokaburi
First Post
After walking a day and night, Nekokaburi stops atop a small hillock, watching the first glow of dawn. Sensing that the time, and place are right, he stops. His destination, for the moment, found.
"Who will face my challenge? Who will pit themselves against my Blackfist Style?"
His challenge made, Nekokaburi pauses for a moment, then drops to sit cross-legged and await a challenger. This day will see battle.
<font color="red">Nekokaburi
White Belt
0-1</font>
<font color="gray">OoC: Style match preferred, but not mandatory.
All opponents welcome.
I'll warn now that my posting can be a bit erratic at times, but is mostly quite punctual.</font>
"Who will face my challenge? Who will pit themselves against my Blackfist Style?"
His challenge made, Nekokaburi pauses for a moment, then drops to sit cross-legged and await a challenger. This day will see battle.
<font color="red">Nekokaburi
White Belt
0-1</font>
<font color="gray">OoC: Style match preferred, but not mandatory.
All opponents welcome.
I'll warn now that my posting can be a bit erratic at times, but is mostly quite punctual.</font>
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