YSS Kaiyo II
Crew Cabins
Scraaaaaaaaape.
What was a nekovalkyrja?
Scraaaaaaaaape.
If you dug through ancient and obscure history, it was actually a combination of two words from two different languages.
Neko, meaning "cat", and
Valkyrja, which was a term used to describe a mythological warrior woman from a long-dead belief system.
Scraaaaaaaaape.
They descended from the clouds into the fires of battle on wings of fury, deciding who lived...
Scraaaaaaaaape.
...and who died. When combat was not computerized, and victory went to the strongest and most bloodthirsty.
Gravity examined the spearhead with a cold expression. She tested it by lightly dragging a finger along the edge. It sliced through her skin with zero pressure. The wound healed almost instantly. Gravity set aside her sharpening stone and held out the weapon before her. The shaft was a beautiful pink with white inlays. It wasn't nearly long enough for a fully grown adult.
She'd been planning on gifting it to Saya's youngling.
Rage.
The neko's instincts told her to find the nearest thing designated as hostile and rip out its entrails. To stand on top of its broken corpse and raise her weapon to the sky in victory.
When they found their crew, she would offer no mercy. For each hour they held the youngling, Gravity would burn ten of them. If they
dared to raise their hands in surrender, she would aim for their reproductive organs.
And to think, just a while ago, she was standing happy on a beach in Yamatai. This was not the reunion she'd been envisioning. She needed an excruciating workout. Something to soothe her nerves before she put on a horned helmet and went flying off to battle with Wagner playing in the background. Gravity reached for both her wooden practice spear, and the real deal, just in case. She then donned some sparring
armor, which covered her torso and legs, but left her arms bare. With her long braid and ancient weaponry, if anyone saw her walking through the halls, they might have thought they had traveled far back in time. She looked ever the Norse raider. During her time as an instructor, she'd spent her free time training in the ways of spear use, and researching the other side of Yamataian culture that never seemed to get touched on.
After all, everyone and their dog tried to emulate the Samurai. But when was the last time anyone had seen an honest-to-Odin
Valkyrie?
YSS Kaiyo II
Dojo
Gravity strode into the dojo, though quietly out of respect for the only other inhabitant. She had never spoken to Rei... ever, if at all. Gravity had never really had a chance to get to know the princess, so therefore had never had reason to interact with the bodyguard. Otherwise, the neko just didn't seem...
approachable.
She raised her spear in greeting and tried her best to smile before going about setting up her own section in which to train. Training always helped her focus her mind. There was a soothing routine in beating up a dummy (whether filled with sand or meat) with practiced precision.
Stab. Sweep. Stick end into ground. Use it to vault forwards for double heel kick into torso.
Like a pole vaulter she pushed down on the spear shaft, hurling herself forward with the aid of inertia control and planting her feet on the dummy's chest. Then, she explosively kicked and sent it into a wall with a thunderous explosion of noise. That was a bit of Neju Koyu she'd integrated into her routine. Landing gracefully, she turned and hurled the spear like a javelin. If she'd thrown an actual spear, it would have slid into the target's stomach like a toothpick into a stick of butter.
The stomach. Fuck. She'd hit low, probably because she was so distracted. Growling a little, with her tail lashing back and forth in frustration, Gravity moved to pick up the spear again and reset. It should be noted that Gravity's training style was quite the opposite of the silent grace that the Samurai prided themselves on. The valkyrie didn't want to just defeat her opponents, she wanted to
put them in the fucking dirt. Stand upon their broken corpses, etcetera, etcetera.
At least, that was her philosophy. In short, it was loud and chaotic, just like a battle should be!