Enjoying summer break

Nakata sat on the post of the starlight dock simply watching the sunrise. It was interesting how something he hadn't really taken a whole lot of interest in had become one of the more significant factors in his life. The sunrise for him could bring life and purification... and on occasion nudity. It hadn't even been a whole year since he had become what he was now, and it was already something he had come to fear. The immortality gained by joining the ranks of the Amatsu Kami was more than most humans would have been able to handle int he first place but the use of the powers of all five great scrolls had managed to strengthen him to a point where he could handle it. For his age, things were strange, alien almost. He was only 18 and already the leader of the Oniwaban group, a yakuza family that specialized in the supernatural but at the moment were in seclusion. As such Nakata's funds were limited and he was currently a wanted man as far as some of the other families were concerned but he tried not to let it bother him. As it stood, he had only recently returned to starlight academy and wondered about some of the things that had changed. He never did come back from the study abroad program in Egypt, though he was now fluent in several languages. It was very much a possibility that he would be on par with Alistair, and that in and of itself would be enjoyable.


Come to think of it, it had been a very long while since he had been here and he wondered how many others would notice the difference in his personality. His clothes were the usual black, and he wore a set of black hakama pants, a black kimono top, and a haori overtop of both of those. Traditional japanese wear was what fit him for the time being and it was what he felt the most comfortable in so he figured it wouldn't hurt. The katana clutched in his right hand was completely covered in black and violet silk cloth (the same silk his clothes were made out of), and his hair had gotten to about shoulder length now. As he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the black and white locks, he contemplated doing it right then but opted not to for the sake of timing. He'd need to be in the office before school started, even though they were still on break for a good two more months. This left him plenty of time to enjoy the sea.
"Good thing I don't need to sleep much anymore." He thought to himself as he simply enjoyed the breeze and the smell of salt and ocean water in the air.

A loud roar echoed behind Naka and screams of a familiar voice along with them. He turned from the sunset and looked at the ensuing battle. Alistair drew a longsword and attacked the massive beast... and found himself holding a part of a longsword as the blade broke over the creatures bulk. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Naka would have chuckled, though it had been the better part of a year since the two had seen each other, he wondered if his old friend would recognize him as he stepped forward, stretching out his right hand toward the creature just as it sent Alistair flying backward. At first his palm was outstretched and as he chanted he closed it, forming a fist at the bear as it started toward the now prone Alistair.
"Kuro to shiro kinu, nijyuni-kyō, rokujyuroku no ōkan, futtopurinto, tōi kaminari wa, pīku o sashite, sora o yokogitte jikkō daien de ippai no chikyū, daunkyasuto no yoru, kumo, midori no ranku no umi, , ni modoru. Motomeru wa soyu, sutorobo kaji." He said calmly, as a brilliant white flame flashed in front of the bear. Given his recent disposition, Nakata had no intention of killing the creature if it could be frightened away.

As the white flames turned black and seemed to then absorb light, Nakata ran toward the space between Alistair and the creature, reaching his target destination just as the flames once again burned white before suddenly going out, with Naka standing before it in the form of a great black wolf seemingly made from smoke or ether. A deep feral growl escaped his throat and his back was arched, wisps of smoke coming off of his body and fangs bared in a ferocious snarl that had been the stuff of wolf legends by farmers and bards alike. His spell was no longer in effect and so the only thing that stood between it and Alistair was the lupine form of Nakata Ishikawa.

Nakata let the bear run off and slowly a cloud of smoke enveloped him and he stood now in his normal form with his traditional Japanese attire. Once he had completed the transformation he walked over to his sword and picked it up before heading over to Alistair to assess the damage, though with what they had been through he was pretty sure he was okay. Naka went over the list of spells in his head but the truth was, it had never occurred to him to memorize a healing spell.
"Guess I'll have to do something about that during the next taisai." He thought to himself as he stood over Alistair who seemed none the worse for the wear.

Besides his wallet and various papers, his cell phone (with satellite capabilities and advanced GPS), and a small knife, Naka had no way to administer first aide, not that it would be necessary by the time he had finished anyway.
"Getting into trouble as usual I see. I hope you're okay because I'm not doing CPR." He said in a joking tone, all signs of his Japanese accent pretty much gone at this point.

Nakata looked at Alistair and didn't bother to dodge the blood, although it missed him anyway. Despite that, he found himself concerned after about the third blood fountain. He waited for Alistair to either heal it naturally or use the healing mantra that he had used on Naka before and when it finally happened, he had nothing to clean the blood off of his hands with. it occurred to him that the last time he had seen Alistair use it, he'd been pretty hungry afterwards... and of course Naka's pack was set to be delivered in the car that should be en-route in about two days. It was unfortunate because in the pack was the "violet rations" that the oni waban group had made.
"The assistance wasn't a problem, moreover, do you feel like going to the city to get something to eat? We'll have to use public transportation to get there. Addendum... how have you been over the last year without your partner in crime?" He asked.

Nakata shrugged, although since he knew the specifics of Alistair's existence he felt he could probably stand to share a little of his secret. Alistair's stomach rumbling told him though that food was a definite should.
"I've learned a few different languages and I don't speak with an accent anymore. I've managed to... adapt, to my surroundings. To be honest, the changes I've undergone have made me somewhat like you though i'm not an angel. Come on let's head to the city and get something to eat. I don't feel like breakfast food." He said. The katana rested on his shoulder as he stood up, extending his hand to help Alistair up off the sand.