Sample RP - Mira

Mira felt a small bead of sweat roll down his brow as he attempted to summon forth his spiritual energy once again. He gritted his teeth as he started to feel the energy, he gathered to slowly fade away. "Shit, SHIT!" He roared as the last of his energy started to fade along with his spirit sword eventually fading away. He cursed under his breath the power he had since he was eleven seemed to have suddenly vanished. The male simply exhaled as all his struggles were for naught after learning of his failure to conjure up the energy he once had. Now he was weaponless and seemingly powerless by the influences that Hell was having on his energy. “I’ll need a new way of fighting then…before I evidently get revived back.” He told himself thinking about the Changeling Lord and the savage Saiyan, he didn’t exactly know their name, but he knew they were bad news considering the power they were able to exude. Mira sighed knowing full well he didn’t have anyways of recovering such a power, at least as far as he knew, “Right.” He told himself as he inhaled while pushing a hair through his hair a bit, he would have to go back to his roots when it came to just using swordsmanship, but he would need to forge a sword and since he didn’t have the raw materials to forge one of iron and steel he decided to make one from the various trees around.

“This will do.” He said looking a sturdy looking branch before he exhaled removing a thick branch, since it hasn’t fallen off would mean it still had some water in it. He swung it around a few times before he stared to carve it using a stone. It took a few hours and various failures before he was able to properly make a wooden sword for training, with a few swings he made with it trying to get his feel of the wooden sword a bit before he slammed the blade downward on a stone, it didn’t break the wood, thankfully, but nor did the stone shatter.

“Good.” He sighed looking at the wooden weapon placing it over his shoulders a bit. “Alright, then it’s settled with this only and by honing my swordsmanship once again. You know while dead.” He told himself feeling somewhat optimistic over his lost trying to make due by slowly forging a new style of fighting for himself to make up for the lost his spirit energy, it wasn’t like he was pressed for time given he was dead and he didn’t seem to age much at all or get hungry, granted he didn’t feel as strong as he was before.

The Mira didn't know his path, even when he was training with the Guardian of Earth. “I will hone myself,” he turned to his punching bag as he shifted himself into a stance “into proper sword to whomever.” He exhaled as he decided to take a break to slowly gather the flow energy into his hand, at least starting with his hand as he wanted to try to form his own sword from his own energy, a much powerful one than the ki blade. “Haaa, this is a slow process.” He told himself looking at the wooden sword tighty grasped in his hand, this whole situtation felt like deja vu. These were the words he told himself years ago now repeated again, "Lets do this."