In light of the other Axis Powers, have a WWII Japan.
For any information regarding this Japan, please look here. It's very important to.
His feet were bare as they shifted over the floor of the room, small and pale against the pale green mats. The foot work is quick, light, almost silent. His body shifts to the side, and he slid the blade from its sheathe above his head, metal glinting in the candlelight. His dark, dark eyes close softly and he worked the blade through the air, stabbing and thrusting and parrying invisible attacks as he practiced without flaw.
His hair, like ink, splayed around his head as he moved, working himself to a clean sweat, continuing forward with the sword, steps so memorized he didn't even have to look, katana sharp through the air, making soft noises as it was used. Finally, he stopped, foot perfectly aligned with the end of the mat, and opened his eyes, sword slowly sheathed into place as he looked around himself.
This was not his training room.
"What... is going on here?" He murmured to himself, calm as ever, pulling his uniform top closed properly and adjusting the medals and cuffs into place. Next, his cap was placed onto his head and he stood, back straight, still deducting his surroundings.
This was neither his home, nor a military compound, nor Doitsu-san's home. Placing the katana neatly at his hip, he ventured off, wanting to find out where he was. He could not have been captured. His training had not been fake, he could feel it in his muscles, it couldn't have been a dream. So, he moved on.
Yes! This is Japan from firebrandings, ostmarkmemory, failgrenades and aryanbitch 's AU! Well, you get the idea. Again, please read his information, it has information about how he looks that I find very important to me, so! Have fun little Kiku. :D
His feet were bare as they shifted over the floor of the room, small and pale against the pale green mats. The foot work is quick, light, almost silent. His body shifts to the side, and he slid the blade from its sheathe above his head, metal glinting in the candlelight. His dark, dark eyes close softly and he worked the blade through the air, stabbing and thrusting and parrying invisible attacks as he practiced without flaw.
His hair, like ink, splayed around his head as he moved, working himself to a clean sweat, continuing forward with the sword, steps so memorized he didn't even have to look, katana sharp through the air, making soft noises as it was used. Finally, he stopped, foot perfectly aligned with the end of the mat, and opened his eyes, sword slowly sheathed into place as he looked around himself.
This was not his training room.
"What... is going on here?" He murmured to himself, calm as ever, pulling his uniform top closed properly and adjusting the medals and cuffs into place. Next, his cap was placed onto his head and he stood, back straight, still deducting his surroundings.
This was neither his home, nor a military compound, nor Doitsu-san's home. Placing the katana neatly at his hip, he ventured off, wanting to find out where he was. He could not have been captured. His training had not been fake, he could feel it in his muscles, it couldn't have been a dream. So, he moved on.
Yes! This is Japan from firebrandings, ostmarkmemory, failgrenades and aryanbitch 's AU! Well, you get the idea. Again, please read his information, it has information about how he looks that I find very important to me, so! Have fun little Kiku. :D