A vulpine shinobi sat out in a clearing, his legs were folded 'indian style' and his paws were clapped together. The full katana, he was bestowed with apon arrival, sat infront of him, standing completely verical as if it were propped up with something.

Mostly all of Zaku's concentration was being directed at the blade infront of him. He'd hated that blade. It's size was far too large for a shinobi to weild. It's legnth needed to be reduced by at least 5 inches, at the most about by 30% which would be a full 12 inches. Zaku knew the full katana's size and weigh hindered him while he maneuvered trough trees and brush. The sheer obeast angle of the blade was enough to force him to loathe it, but he needed a primary weapon if he was to succeed in this forest, and in this world. Defending himself with kanui and shurikens wouldn't be necessarily the best defense aginst a fully plated samuri.

Zaku's mind force could mentally encumber a person, and force them to lose their will to fight, a passive technique that mostly all demons can develop, but fallen can improve apon, and devils can master. The fear effect was being targeted at the katana infront of him, which was obvious as the blade vibrated slightly, as if it were scared. That wasn't the case, the fear effect targets the nervous system and shrouds logic with darkness, spawning doubt, and doubt kills. The same process is being unleashed apon the blade and isn't fairing too well, however the blade is losing durability.

A crack echoed trough Zaku's mind, and the small pats of something hitting grass forced him to open his eyes to witness his progress. The blade had indeed broken but it was just another failure in Zaku's code, only 2 inches had falled off the tip and that only negated the blades edge. It would still have a peircing effect, but it would be far messy than it was intended if someone were to be impaled.

The dark figure, dropped it's head, still hating failure. His hands fell on his knees as he began to think about everything he'd been trough and wondered if his old master was watching him and his inexcusable progress. Just that thought along forced Zaku to continue his telepathic link to the blade and force it to lose the required amount of girth to be qualifyed as a Short Katana.

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The afternoon ebbed on forward, small 1-3 inch chunks of folded metal lay in the grass, with uneathly sharp slices on their edges, where they were seperated from the blade. He was absent from the area, and the katana was still present, reflecting sunlight back into the atmosphere.

The kitsune was now knelt over by a river that happened to be near his area, he'd always travel near rivers whenever he was in unknown territory, the river usually led him to a village or out into a region that he was familiar with. The fish wern't biting the line he'd thrown in. He was pleased to see this too, at least the fish wern't idiots, they would try to survive. Zaku laced the small fishing line behind him, and he fell into a makeshift pouncing posistion, one hand sat infront of him on the bank of the river to hold his mass levatated as he rifled a swift paw into the water. He pulled his paw out with the same swiftness as he did throwing it in, he was now holding a lucious fish in his paws, but he felt the victory was too easy and placed the fish back in the river.

( Have Clan business, will continue training in a short while, I apologize for this inconvinence )

kaname stopped,smelling others.she dashed to the scent,and had her bow and arrow ready for a fight.she stopped at this "shinobi"she sat behind him,facing the other way,and put her sword in front of her.then she put her cat like paws together.she closed her eyes,and focused all her energy on the blade.it seemed to float,then slowly it fell,landing in the soft grass.kaname took it up,and unsheathed it,as she did so,it glowed witha blue demonic aura.as soon as she unsheathed it,she said."i call upon thee...SHIKIGAMI!!!"her sword glowed powerfully now,then truned into a yellow kind of sword.she swung it at somthing,a rock,and it did not even hit it.then her eyes glowed blue,and the boulder fell into dust.then her sword still out,she stared at somthing,and looked at it.her sword now turned red,and her fanges bared.then she sat while the sword still held,then focused her spirit at the sword."shikigami!attack!"her voice echoed through the woods,and a small centipied demon was cut.a shikon jewel shard lay in kanames paws,then she grabbed her sword,sheathed it,and walked back to where she lived.she was going to tell inuyasha,her father,all about this.she is only 11 years old,but has the strenth to be 17.(so..what do you think?)

( interesting )

Hearing all of the action forced Zaku to retreat into the trees. So he could defend himself and gain the posistion of the targets from cover. The shinobi shook his wet paw and scratched an itch that was ravaging his forehead.

"What the hell was all that..." He closed his eyes and flipped his hears forward, to increase his range of sound intake. Nothing was too obvious at first, then he caught the sounds of foot steps moving through the forest, and decided to investigate.

Moving through the trees with his katana, Zaku closed in on his target. The young girl that looked only about 11 or 12. The aura she was giving off matched the aura that he felt behind him earlier, but it was strange. Her aura was very powerful, feeling like the power that she posessed belonged to another creature.

He kept himself consealed in the trees to keep his visibility painfully low, while he monitered the young ones movements and her weapons.

"It's strange, how can so much power be flowing from this young child..."