Pas encore ça.
Les sourcils de Kurogane se sont heurtés à l'insulte au hasard, mais il n'a même pas pris la peine de donner un coup d'œil à Aki, en gardant son rythme régulier, jusqu'à ce qu'il s'arrête quelques secondes plus tard. Les quatre zombies étaient encore un peu loin, il estime qu'ils étaient environ huit mètres loin de sa position actuelle, donner ou prendre quelques pieds, et ils étaient lentement, mais sûrement shambling et trébucher en avant. Cinq de ces monstres ne seraient pas un défi. Il avait prévu d'utiliser les rails, de les botter et de les jeter avec assez de vitesse pour qu'ils ne puissent pas le mordre ou le gratter - oui, il avait vu les films et les spectacles de zombies, et aussi stéréotypé que cela puisse être... ces cadavres marchaient. Des zombies. Une morsure l'en finirait ; l'enfer, même une égratignure avait la possibilité de mettre fin à sa vie, en raison de l'infection et de l'invasion de bactéries malades. Tandis que les pensées traversaient son esprit, Kurogane soupirait mentalement, marchant une fois de plus en avant.
"Les distraire."
La poussière s'est déplacée alors que le garçon sprintait soudainement vers l'avant à une vitesse qui laisserait même les coureurs professionnels en état de choc. Ses pas étaient silencieux, alors même qu'il roulait en douceur sur une grande unité de climatisation et atterrissait, dans une croûte prête au printemps, à quelques pieds du groupe. Tout près, ils volent... affreusement. Il sentit son réflexe gag agir, et en utilisant son entraînement, Kurogane éclaircit son esprit, ses yeux gagnant leur aspect froid et lointain habituel alors qu'il s'empoignait de la lame, le talon robuste et en cuir étant pour l'instant l'outil « bludgeoning ». Les zombies ne l'avaient pas remarqué ; ils semblaient confus, par son parfum, et le groupe de sacs de chair à quelques pas.
Tout en restant debout, Kurogane a levé un poing - le signal pour la distraction. S'il réussissait, il pourrait facilement s'élancer et les faire sortir de leur confusion.
Si ce lâche, Aki, pouvait être assez intelligent pour une distraction légitime... ne pas se taper la tête sur la rampe pour les faire avancer plus vite vers sa putain de sœur.
::Name::
Kurogane 'Kuro' Hazekage
::Age::
18
::Gender::
Male
::Class::
4-A
::Personality::
Kurogane is...well, let's just say that he's not the most 'forgiving' of students. He has learned, since Day 1, that weakness is not something that should be apparent in his body. Quiet, composed, and calculating, he is a relatively young man that has the ability to intimidate and injure with the blink of an eye, and absolutely no remorse. Events in his history has tailored his mind into such a way, that taunting and insulting him will never work in the midst of battle or survival. He will not joke or play patty-cake with you. If you inspire his ire, then you will perish within the first three seconds. If not, you better make sure that cardio comes natural to your body. He has no fear of 'being too brutal', and the way he fights...the way he 'disciplines' his opponents, well, there's a reason why he is feared by the student body. He's not all bad, however. Catch him when he's not in a bad mood, and he's still quiet, apathetic and distant...but at least he won't kill you if you look at him wrong...maybe. He rather enjoys knitting - joke about it and he will kill you, and can prove to be quite pleasant company, seeing as he's highly intelligent - and his intelligence shows him that not all people are trash.
A shining piece of his personality is his overprotectiveness of his sister, Megumi.
::Background::
Kurogane...the heir of the 'wealthy' Hazekage Clan. An ancient Japanese family that dates back since the cavemen were born, it's obvious that he has always been held to a higher standard than the common rabble. His father, and his father before that, and thus-forth, has been honorable soldiers in the Leader's Royal Guard, and Kurogane was trained to be such, along with being the heir to the wealthy family. He would become the head of the business, along with serving and bearing their family crest within the bloody trenches of war. At a young age, he was taught etiquette, politics, and when he reached the age of five, he was taught the fine skill of swordsmanship; or Kendo, as the practice was called.
Every day, he was beat into the ground with the same sharp wooden sword, until he could counter, plunge, counter, parry, counter, counter, slash, slash, pierce. Bruise after bruise, welt after welt, fracture after broken bone...he was tortured. The stress, it was heavy. Books became his life, sword became his soul, pain became his haven. This history is what made him into what he is today; the only solace of his dreary life being his sister, Megumi Hazekage. Although trained alongside him, she would always be there once it was all said and done, giving him words of encouragement, and treating his wounds, as he would treat hers, if she managed to garner them after the multiple-hour spars. The two grew closer, forming an inseparable bond that would last until their death. When this whole...schmick started, it was just an average day...
::Skills::
Kuro's skills comes from his intelligent, prodigal state of mind and body. Born to be a highly skilled, highly intelligent young man, he became adept with combat at a young age, most-likely from the constant prodding and abuse his traditional father put both him and his sister through. His body-form is lean, muscular, compact, and sharp - only an enhancement to his already formidable capabilities. He thinks in logical manners; IE whether or not that person should be saved, what personal ties they have to anyone within the area, and if killing them would save their agony. Similarly, this gives him a one-up in battle strategy; something that comes in play when you consider his combat ability. Martial-arts and Kendo are his specialities; having went to Nationals for both.
::Weapons::
N/A
::Relationships/Friendships::
None, other than his sister; whom he will protect with his life.
-Open-
::Other::
They Ate Shoske. - Why not?
Kurogane is the head of the Discipline Committee, his second-in-command being his sister.