Training Grounds

Subject: Training Grounds Mon Mar 30, 2015 11:56 pm

This is an area located in the middle of the academies grounds. They are basic in appearance, leaving the more specialized fighting arenas to the divisions students will eventually be assigned too.

This area most commonly resembles a small forest, the training grounds themselves are small clearings with defined boundaries throughout the area. This creates individual classrooms for impromptu training, classroom or independent study, or whatever other use a student could come up with.

Fighting of course is allowed in this area, shinigami are forbidden to unleash their shikai/bankai on this area, or even the academy grounds themselves.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:12 pm

Ulrich walked out into the sunshine with a smile on his face. There were two things he deduced from his observations that were more important than anything an education could offer: experience and the honor code an organization had within its ranks. This should be obvious to most. If the 11th and 7th divisions allowed hood rats from rukongai to join if they were strong enough, then the academy wasn't as necessary as these guys were making it sound to be. Fighting isn't rocket science it's simply a matter of honing your body and mind to react well to the shock of battle, Hurs thought.

A crafty grin spread across his face. It seemed as if everyone shared the same kind of uniform despite their level. If he snuck into an advanced class without anyone noticing he could metaphorically cut through all of the bs and see what this was really about. He saw a large group of students crowded around a few lackadaisacal student instructors. No one knew who he was yet and it seemed like a casual enough atmosphere to slip in. It seemed as if this was some kind of battle simulation to fight fake hollows in the deeper part of the wooded area. This was perfect. The whole point of shinigami wasnt to show off but rather to know how to fight damn hollows. If he got that down everything else would feel like a casual workout. He nodded his head seriously to the instructions and held tight onto his asauchi which he grabbed from the stack. Even though he had never swung a sword before, he had swung baseball bats in his childhood, so he got the general idea of it. With a deep breath he walked with the group, avoiding eye contact and hoping no one would notice. ally

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:23 pm

Kaya was on his way home after a tiresome day of class, he really hated structured learning environments even though it was better than being in the ghetto all day. He grabbed his bag and lazily walked out of school

"Man what a boring day, guess I'll go back home and fire up the vape, that'll loosen me u-" Kaya stopped in the middle of his sentence due to the shock of seeing someone he didn't expect to see in his school. It was the homeless man from yesterday up to no good most likely, Kaya then decided to follow him but at the same time do his best NOT get too involved. He followed him all the way to the training grounds and noticed that he was going to practice against dummy hollows, if his fighting yesterday was an example of his strength then he was most likely going to get seriously injured.
Kaya ran after the man trying to get his attention

"Hey are you trying to get yourself killed dude what the hell do you think you're doing here?!"

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:33 pm

Hurs knew was running at him but tried his best to ignore.

Damn!
He thought as he realized the kid was far too smart to buy that trick.

He clicked his sunglasses and tried to sound confident.

"Come on kid this'll be fun. I know how these things work, just stick by me and watch how it's done"

He said with a chuckle.

"What's your name by the way? The names Hurs Ulrich, just started this dance yesterday."

He said keeping his voice down. He was pretty good at reading people and his seemed to be the kind of guy who wouldn't blab.

"Say, you could give me some pointers. You've been here longer than I have... What's it like?"

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:43 pm

Kaya sighed heavily, he never liked explaining things to other people because it was a pain but since this guy knew nothing he had no choice.

"My name is Kaya Aaliyahm, how are things you ask? Eeehh its just like any other school I guess, you come here, you study, you train, you know I mean what else is there to do in a Shinigami school? Also if you're a badass you can take on these hollow dummies but after seeing the way you fight I REALLY don't recommend it, c'mon let's just get outta here."

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 7:52 pm

Hurs slowed down his pace and nodded, purposely lagging behind the group. Once he was away from earshot he laughed.

"Fight?!! What makes you think I'm here to fight! I'm from America son and we specialize in watching other people fight. Come on, let's get up on a tree and see how this plays out!"

Hurs ran to the largest tree he could find and jumped to climb onto a branch. He would try to jump from branch to branch and stalk the group and stopped once he reached the border between the trees and the open area that the group had stopped to obviously be ambushed like children in a jungle filled with killer crocodiles.

He chuckled and watched as the first hollows emerged from the shadows.

"Heheh this will be interesting. So how do you guys fight anyway?"

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:05 pm

Kaya leaped up and followed hurs to the center of the forest with relative ease.

"How do we fight? You know people use the basics like Zanjutsu Hakuda, hohou, kidou etc. Some people do well mixing them together but I mostly excel in Hakuda, I'm sure you saw that yesterday. A lot of people think you need talent and skill to be a good fighter but I don't think that. I think that if you've got the instinct and reflexes being a fighter isn't too hard. Not to brag or anything." Kaya said scratching his head and yawning.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:17 pm

Hurs was about to reply, but suddenly the pressure in the air changed as the students started releasing reiatsu and yelling to get psyched for the fight. The hollows immediately began rushing them and the carnage began. Hurs winced and yelled every time a combatant was felled or a hollow was taken down. Kidous shot out like fireworks while others attempted to attack the hollows with fists once their swords were knocked out of hands, their zanjutsu not trained to deal with moving intelligent targets.

"We'll that's all I needed to see"

Hurs laughed as the instructors started to clean up the mess, cutting g the hollows in half until none remained. No one was hurt but most were disabled. Hurs turned to Kaya.

"Kaya I'm offering you a partnership. People like us are sorely needed in the shinigami community. And by that I mean people that can use their heads outside of breaking bricks with Kung fu. Let's get outta here and discuss this in the reiatsu training room... That is if you agree. I may not be a shinigami but I can see where they need improvement. You teach me about fightin and I'll teach you about how to really succeed around these parts."

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 03, 2015 8:40 pm

Kaya was shocked at the sudden proposal. Teaching someone to fight wouldnt be too hard, especially if they had guts, which this guy obviously had if nothing else.

"Alright, I'll tag along for now, but if it's not worth it I'm peacing out"
Kaya made himself clear as he jumped off the tree branch.

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The training room she had chosen was a simple one. Lighted up by the natural outside light. It was a 5 by 5 meter square room. The floor was short cut grass, cool to the touch. Anira chose to stand barefoot in the cool blades of grass, letting their little fingers tickle between her toes. She had slept today and she was refreshed. Once again the weekend was near and her progress would be reported. hmm.

She had come here hoping to find her usual spar partner but it appeared he had not gotten his Asauchi. Well, then she would need to find a new partner. In her left hand she had her Asauchi and her yellow eyes closed and her head titled up. She felt the warmth of the morning sun, it wasn't too bright and it cast a nice spring feel to the whole training room. There were 4 pillars of thick wood. parted at equal distance from each other and from the four corners of the room.

Who could come today.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Apr 10, 2015 3:56 pm

The man with white hair and crimson eyes was out stretching his legs. He had recently got a feel for controlling his Reiatsu. And it was quite the accomplishment too. The man felt as if he was on track to reclaim what was taken from him. Truth be told, Pluto wasn't yet certain what it was that was taken away from him. He was most definitely trying to discover what it was no doubt. There he was walking with his Asauchi in his left hand. And without realizing it, the man had absentmindedly stumbled onto a certain area. But said area already had an occupant, who would appear as if she was waiting for something. Pluto could not mistake the stature of the woman. Her brown hair and general demeanor.

The man had made his approach from behind the young girl. A smile adorning his face, he was his usual self, never giving too much away. His intentions remained unclear at this present moment in time. "I hope I'm not disturbing ya. A man was out and about, and managed to stumble onto this area. Are you waiting for someone? I am Pluto Rikudou, I don't think we've officially met. And you are?" The man asked out of sheer curiosity. His head cocking off to the right. His worth flowed in a smooth and controlled tone. In some strange way the man was eyeing the woman's Asauchi in her hands. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity inside this space to confirm a few things.

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Anira jumped startled by the sudden voice. Her feet didn't leave the floor it was just a figure of speech. It was the white haired man with the schizophrenia. What was with these old men and having no presence? Anira had practised keeping her guard up. She was sure not even a mouse could sneak up on her but this white haired man, it was the second time she had been unable to recognize me. Maybe because this man really was a ghost and had no real soul. Well if one thought about it, it would be impossible because they themselves were souls. But on second thought this man could have been a lifeless zombie robot. She stepped back in defense, holding her Asauchi in her left hand. He too had his Asauchi. Anira narrowed her eyes in thought. Her judgement in him wasn't wrong. He did not belong here. She currently knew all the students which had their Asauchi. She had sparred with all of them, she herself had been the first to receive them.

This man that stood in front of her, he had never sparred with her nor had she seen him spar. Yet he had an Asauchi. Anira had looked awkward with hers, she still did yet this strange man looked natural with his. The way he loosely held it, almost playing with it, well adjusted to its weight. Anira took a few more steps back, doubling the length of her usual strike zone. Her feet parted a tad beyond shoulder length. She held her Asauchi out and then placed it back to her sides. Her yellow eyes turned to a striking shade of yellow as she placed her Asuachi into the side of her belt on her left. Anira she daresay was one of the best Zanjutsu practioners in her year. To be the first to receive a bladed edge alone was a testament. This man before her she had not seem him in her classes. Anira Drew her Asauchi in her right hand with a light howl. She let it rest on the right side of her, holding it with both hands. This man. He definitely knew more than her. Stronger than her. It was the only way she would be better.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Sun Apr 12, 2015 4:00 am

No reply, no words rolled off the young woman's tongue, which suggests to Pluto, that she wasn't exactly comfortable in his presence. She seemed wary, and all too cautious, which goes a long way in helping Pluto to regain what was lost so long ago. Her eyes narrowing, and facial expression. Her actual movements was a warning of sorts. This was like a lion creeping up on an unsuspecting leopard. It was quite the amusing sight to behold. Having recently rediscovered how to truly access his Reiatsu. Pluto was feeling more confident in his abilities. But what abilities was he referring to? He himself could not be certain about this. The Shinigami simply needed to pull the cover off of whatever it was that laid hidden. There he was now, watching the brown haired woman. Her yellow eyes showed how skeptical and wary she was of the man. His own crimson eyes scanned Anira, weighing up ways in which to react to her actions. A little breeze came and swept through the area, his white hair swayed in the wind ever so gently. By now, Anira had already adjusted her weight and had drawn her Asauchi. A soft smile was on his face now, knowing exactly what would happen next.

No words, just actions? Pluto decided to play along for now. Besides, he needed practice after all, and the only way to rediscover himself was to engage in combat. The man was still at a loss in his mind, but they often say that the body won't forget. Nevertheless, that wasn't the important thing now. A challenge had been laid down by Anira, and Pluto would be rude not to accept a woman's advances. He was a gentleman like that. Just look at the way he treated his wife. Yes, that was a weird situation, one that the man hadn't get to grips with yet. "If we spar, will ya answer a man's questions?". Pluto asked while unsheathing his Asauchi. The Shinigami held his sheathe in his left hand and his blade in his right. The question now was, who would go first? Perhaps he should allow the woman to go first? Then again, that could be seen as stalling. Backing up a few steps, Pluto's left arm raised. The man swiftly changed his grip on the sheathe of the Asauchi. As such, it would resemble a spear being held, that was about to be thrown.

And so it was, with enough room between both of them to not be interrupted. The scabbard was launched with a great deal of measured ferocity. It was unnatural for him to be able to throw the sheathe in such a manner, and with so much power behind it. The sheathe was aimed at Anira's left thigh, but the only kind of damage it would cause was blunt force trauma. This was also a test of her speed and movements, meanwhile the man would size her up. Stepping forward with his blade ready to strike or defend, whichever one came about first. Pluto may not have noticed it, but there was a thin like between total refinement and untrained. His body made it seem natural, but his mind at the moment was holding the man back. He was in a sort of disarray with himself. But that was also equally dangerous, should he suddenly unlock a few more doors. Then potentially he could become a danger to those around him. Anira could well be the catalyst in his reawakening.

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Bingo. Anira kept her stance, using the shift to move right and forward of her position. The sheathe flew past where she had been. She didn't see the purpose of aiming at her thigh other than being annoying but it was a move that none of the academy students had even dreamed about. The students only knew and practised the moves shown by the academy. Such as the stance Anira was using now, two handed grip with the bladed pointed forwarded or to the side. Anira now and then used her own style the ones she had read and copied in the textbooks.

Despite her lack of refinement she was not awkward in her movements. The same movement carried her close to the white haired man. The muscles in his arms clenching and loosening with his throw. It was an ireggular attack but used in a better fashion Anira was sure it could be combat effective in war. Anira was on the man's left now his sword on the right. He left arm was still somewhat extended from the throw but that wasn't a problem for him. Anira lifted her blade above her head, appearing to take a downward strike. However her body shifted left with the movement of her feet, the downward strike turning into a diagonal slash down from his left shoulders and down to his right waist.

IF she had the answers to his much needed questions she would answer them.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Sun Apr 12, 2015 2:26 pm

Still no answer, still no words from Anira and Pluto was beginning to wonder if she was ignoring him. Was he that repulsive that she would refrain from using words against him? A most perplexing thing to say the least, but Pluto kept a cool head no doubt. At this point in time, it perhaps did not matter, since the Shinigami would simply carry on with the spar regardless. And as for the spar, Pluto was the one to get everything started in the spar. His effort was perhaps a tamed one to say the least. The man was merely testing the waters so to speak. And while his actions may seem to propel themselves with an hint of madness. The crimson eyed fiend had a method behind each muscle that was used to perform his actions. Having thrown the weapon, Anira quickly adjusted herself, and thus avoiding the thrown scabbard. Pluto was able to deduce that the young woman took her swordsmanship seriously. That and her movements also showed that she was pretty nimble and able to adopt to different situations. This was all noted down, and will be stored in the back of his mind. At least these memories shouldn't vanish, or be suppressed anytime soon.

This is where it would become far more interesting for the man. Anira wasted no time going in for the kill. A wide grin appeared on the face of the Shinigami. This happening at the same time as Anira's blade rose above her head. Pluto suspected that it wouldn't remained there for long, if even for a second. He was coming alive somehow, just now beginning to wake up. His crimson eyes following the young woman's movement. The shifting of her feet, suggested that the attack would not turn out to be as firstly anticipated. Deep down Pluto was not surprised by this, but the man did not understand why. He was at the academy, a seemingly lost individual. And everywhere he went, people such as Anira gave him strange looks. At times the man would be gazed upon like some oddity of nature. Why?

Anira was looking to exploit an apparent weak point that presented itself Which is perhaps why she came from the left of the man in order to attack. But before her blade could even come swinging down in the diagonal attack from his left shoulder down to his right waist. Pluto had already swiftly changed the grip on his Asauchi to a more reversed grip. The transition from a regular grip to a reversed one was done swiftly. The tip of his blade was pointing downward. A millisecond perhaps before Anira's blade came from his left side. Pluto's Asauchi now held in a reverse grip rose up to meet Anira's own blade. But to do so, the man had to shift his weight in one fluid motion. This was necessary to perform the action, which lead to Anira's blade being stopped in its tracks. It may seem unorthodox in application, but practical in a strange way. In essence the tip of Pluto's Asauchi was pointing towards his elbow, well it had extended beyond it. The crimson eyed man had to lean back somewhat in order to make the action possible, but he was perfectly balanced. The blade came to a stop, steel against steel and sparks gashed, as if it was about to start a fire. At this point of his blade intercepting Anira's slash, the man looked to take advantage Anira's hold on her weapon.

By moving closer to the woman at the point of stopping her weapon in its tracks. Pluto drastically slowed the momentum, while lowering his right hand ever so slightly. The end result was to perfectly guide Anira's blade across his left side of his chest. And so he did, allowing the tip of Anira's blade to scrape his chest, leaving a scratch 5 inches long. Blood was spilled, but it was nowhere near a deep wound, let alone life threatening. Utilizing his body well, Pluto's right knee shot up swiftly aiming towards Anira's stomach, meanwhile keeping her hands busy. The idea was to force the woman into retreat. This all happened so fast, and yet it was done on purpose. Reiatsu had begun leaking from the man unconsciously. Something even he did not realize, but it wasn't yet a danger to those around. But why did Pluto even allowing the blade to touch his body? Was there a hidden secret of sorts? The reason will soon be revealed hopefully.

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Her notions of the man grew only stronger. None of the students used a single handed style. The man quickly changed into a reverse grip easily blocking her strike. However there was a sense of oddness about him. He had reacted as fast as any other but after switching grips he had a moments hesitation. However his defense was nonetheless well timed. Metals clashed, Anir'a grip was sure and it did not falter, however the man's grip was titled, causing the said sparks to erupt from his end. Sliding down the blade cut into his skin. By choice or from the flaw of his attack, more likely by flaw the man's uniform was cut into. The silk parting as if it had always been two pieces. His flesh too would have opened at the sharp edge of the blade causing pearls of blood to form on the line.

To him it was by design, a poor one most likely made in the man's lack of memory. He let her blade slide more across his chest. 5 Inches or so, cutting the wound wider. Anira's eyes grew bigger. Blood wasn't something she had expected. It logical, people had blood inside them. If they were to be cut or punctured, it was only nautral that blood was to come out. But for some odd reason the obvious has not occured to her. The man found this opportunity to put her strength on her. He began to move against her wanting to put on her defense. In the absence of her mind Anira almost lost her footing but quickly found it once again. With their blades still locked she allowed him to push her.

In her same stance she moved back with her. A knee was thrown at her stomach something she could have easily dodged but her mind was still with the blood. Her left arm parted her hilt's grip, using an half clenched palm to be placed ontop the knee to diminishes the impact. However it was still a bit off, the knee connected through causing her to gasp lightly. Anira's halted the push back momentarily, found her footing and jumped backwards a meter. Returning her hand onto the hilt and held it by her waist with the blade pointed upwards.

" You're not one of the students. Who are you?"

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Wed Apr 15, 2015 1:39 pm

In the eyes of Pluto, the blood had done the trick, for both himself and Anira his opponent. The blood benefited Pluto in the fact that it should help him to regain what was lost. Or to maybe even unlock and release what was currently locked away. Pluto didn't completely lose himself, the man was more in a state of bondage. The suppression of his being however unknown to him was cruel. Deep down the man felt like a caged beast, and it was often wrong to have a beast live in the confines of a cage. He needed to be free, and that is why Pluto went as far as to have Anira's Asauchi cut into his flesh, however shallow the wound may be. At least now he should feel life return to his body. He was brimming with hope, but was it false hope? Was he currently on a fool's errand? Pluto had hoped not, and will soon be able to realize his dreams. The man was dreaming of a time when he knew himself to be this Pluto. And not just a shell of his former being, which is exactly how the man was feeling at this moment in time. There they were in the moment, blood being drawn and a offensive knee flying towards the abdomen area.

Pluto's attack connected with Anira, but it was hardly full force, but it had the desired effect. With Anira creating some room between them both. The young woman took it upon herself to open up a meter gap between the two. Pluto's head soon cocked to the right, while gazing at the woman. With every waking moment now, he could feel his soul begin to stir. There was a certain pleasure that the man felt, but it was far from absolute satisfaction. His desires wasn't something Anira could readily understand. He yearned, but it was not for her flesh, not in that way anyway. Pluto shifted his weight carefully, now sizing up Anira. The two handed grip allowed her to apply more pressure, and also meant her strikes would be more powerful. But for some reason, it didn't seem to concerned the Shinigami. The crimson eyed man was in defense mode, and yet his body posture would suggest otherwise.

Having heard Anira's question, Pluto narrowed his eyes, now contemplating what was said. "Strange. A man asked the very same question many a times now. And yet, it is you who pose the same question. I do wonder. Alas, I was hoping you'd have some answers. Ever since a man got to this place. A man has had the suspicion that he does not belong here. The question is, how do ya plan on dealing with this?". Pluto stated, meanwhile the tap relating to his Reiatsu had suddenly been turned on. His spiritual pressure was beginning to rise, and the man didn't even notice any of it. The Reiatsu of the man was above that of what was expected from a student. But there was still a restraint on him. The crimson eyed Shinigami felt as if he was struggling, but as time went by the shackles were being forcefully removed. The question is, will Anira still want to exchange blows with the so called student now?

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The way he spoke truly alienated the man. Not only was it out of fashion and unbefitting him, it was a general annoyance. There were those students that wanted to be so unique that would dye their hair color in obscene colors or pierce their face or even tattoo their eyebrows. Did this strange man also dye his hair? If so he was putting on a try hard act. However that was besides the point. According to him he had no recollection of his memories leaving him blank minded. It appeared he had not taken her advice and gone to the Academy Registrar and simply look himself up. In the event he was not a registered student he could have very well requested his own information at the Gotei Registrar.

The distance was parted, Anira taking a few steps back than the one she had found. The man began to leak Reiatsu. Nothing scary but it was unbefitting a student. She had been around those who were supposed to be gifted but even their young talent was not yet at standard. The emittance was foul, tainted with something else other than the man. Perhaps it was the very blood and soul of the people he had murdered, supposedly on orders. Either way, the man annoyed Anira. It wasn't fear but a small mixture of anxiety, excitement and a bit of a chill. Never had she faced someone stronger than herself. There were of course times where the win had come by a hair's length. This time however something told her she was not cut out for it just yet.

But that's life, she supposed. You could never be ready for everything thrown your way. She resolved her turmoil, finding resolution to go on. Her right leg parted backwards her body facing somewhat sideways towards the man. Her left hand parted her hilt as it stood horizontaly on guard in front of her face. Her right hand tightened on the hilt as it pulled the sword back, letting the front end of the blade itself rest gently on her outstretched left arm. Anira grinned, it had been a long time since she gotten used to swinging her Asauchi with a single hand. She no longer felt uncomfortable with the grip and her movements found more precision in its style.

" A man is bad at listening. You can repeat the question as many times as you like. But what I don't know is what I don't know. Asking again won't change my knowledge. I gave you a multiple solutions to your dilemma but it looks like you don't really want your memories back."
He had only gone as far as check the name inside his clothes and once that had proved to be a dead end he had stopped looking for his identity. Of course he went around in that infernal monotone asking people about himself but one could only be an idiot if he thought that was truly the way to find himself. You just had to go to a registrar building and you would find out your own personal information.

Anira went back to her roots. Counter-attacking. It was unlike her to be on the offensive. No one was good enough to drop the attack on her but this man was different. If she could survive this surely she would be stronger. If she failed to one up the man then she would have learnt her current peak and would then both bleed and sweat to build herself up even higher. Nothing but number 1, 2nd place meant you were the first to lose.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Wed Apr 22, 2015 3:29 am

Pluto could sense that there was a reluctance from Anira to charge in like she did first time round. Was it a tactical thing on her part? Did she suddenly realize that going pound for pound, slash for slash, cut for cut. Anira drawing blood was purposely done on Pluto's part. He did so in his quest to regain what was stolen and currently being suppressed. Equally Pluto suddenly realized something, a most undeniable truth. While it is true that he could allow Anira to improve by posing a challenge. It was also true that she could not allow him to figure things out at all. The man sighed internally, seemingly perplexed by the prospects of being held prisoner in the container that was his body. The spiritual prison had become a burden, and one way or another, the man would get free from it all. There he was watching Anira ever so carefully, making note of her wise retreat. Even if it was only by a few more steps. One could never be too cautious when faced with the unknown. Pluto's crimson eyes possessed something intense, even his leaking Reiatsu mirrored his current mental state. The question was asked, and yet the answer remained the same. Strangely enough, Anira had misinterpreted what the man was asking in the first place. That and the mockery too caused his anger to boil a bit more. It would seem that Pluto's question was far too deep for her after all. The Shinigami remembered the night in the cafeteria when Anira declared as much. The young brown haired woman seemed ready to go another bout with Pluto, but he wasn't in the mood to go easy on her. The Asauchi in his hands felt so foreign to him, and while it was easy to wield. He could not help but feel it did not belong to him. "And ya too stupid to even begin to comprehend what I've been asking all along. Baka. Alas, your lack of knowledge prevents ya from even grasp anything. One thing is abundantly clear now, you are not the one?". The man declared, but what exactly did he mean by this?

The Shinigami shook his head before cocking it off to the right. A random and unexpected smile appeared on his face. One that was as creepy as it was welcoming all the same. Just before the man could utter another word, the academy's PA system made an announcement. Other classes was about to begin, and it would be silly to waste any more time with the current spar. Besides, Pluto wanted to make sure Anira would be up for it next time. "Ah, saved by the bell". The white haired man said, making reference to the fact that he would cease from attacking. Walking towards the woman, Pluto released an external sigh this time. His words now rolled off his tongue, but these were not the words that he wanted to share with Anira. "If ya would excuse me, a man has to leave. I have other business that requires my attention. If only I could find others like me. I can't be the only one, right?". His question was a rhetorical one, and as he edged closer to Anira. The man moved off to the side, not in order to attack. He was simply there to retrieve his sheathe, and so he did. Now sheathing his weapon, the Shinigami turned and faced the direction from which he entered the area. "We will have a proper spar in the future. At which point, ya ought to be much stronger than ya'are right now. Until then, shall we go?". A most estranged individual, a true creeper, and yet he didn't mean for it to be any such way. Was it merely an illusion, disguising the true individual that laid beneath all this? The Shinigami then simply made his way out, his next stop would be one of these classes being announced. As for his battle wound, he would visit the infirmary at a later date. Its either that, or simply have Izanami give him some tender loving care. The Shinigami get the sense that he should not inform Izanami of what happened. If he did, then the yandere may kick up a fuss, and perhaps seek out Anira. Pluto giggled at the prospect of it all, before leaving the area. The Shinigami just might set Izanami onto Anira and see what would happen. But for now Pluto had his mind on something else. Meanwhile his Reiatsu levels returned to normal, making it more stable and more befitting of a student.

[Exit]

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Tue Jun 09, 2015 11:06 am

Walking through the middle of the academy he followed the winding path that passed through and connected the various different areas of the academy. It seemed looking at slash marks and broken branches on the trees this area was often used for sword practice but he was not here for that.

Finding a nice secluded space shrouded by some close trees he pulled out the training orb and sat cross legged. Rolling it in his hands Arekusu sighed, it was a giant crystal sphere. A zigzag marking was on one part but otherwise there was no indication of its function. “Fill it with Reiatsu?” Muttering to himself he closed his eyes and tried to find that prickling feeling from before.

Straining his senses he squeezed at the ball imagining his energy running and filling the glass sphere from his arms. Gasping for a breath he frowned. All he achieved was now needing the toilet, getting up he slipped behind a bush and relieved himself before returning and tying up his trousers again.

“Ok let’s try this once more shall we!” Talking to himself was another result of a bored time with his adoptive family. Rather than forcing the issue he opted for instinct again. Breathing in and out he relaxed each part of himself with each breath, letting go of his surroundings and body he just let his mind find what it needed.

The tingling sensation returned, tiny at first but he did not open his eyes just held on to that little spark learning the spark, finding it and becoming part of its tiny existence. Only that didn’t happen, the tiny spark of power fluttered and wavered keeping from his grasp like some secret he was denied and then being laughed at about.

Opening his eyes he saw what little Reiatsu he had fed into the sphere floating in the middle the yellowy green mist seemed like a cloud with white edges sparking off like a tiny storm wanting to be more. “Well it’s something I suppose.”

Closing his eyes again he yawned and began to meditate once more to gather more of the sliver of power he had. Slowly he would fill up the sphere. That was the goal after all, the lecturer just said you had to fill it in but didn’t say how long it should take.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Sun Jun 21, 2015 1:41 am

The training grounds. This was one of the many places at the academy were somebody could find their own quiet "corner." Janza didn't have to go far to find an area that suited him. It was quiet, and slightly off any of the main paths, but it wouldn't be hard for somebody to find him if they came looking for him.

Janza took a long look at the chipped wooden bokken in his hands. Black scorch marks interspersed with lines of red ran down the weapon. How had that thing survived when so many students died? It wasn't like Janza had been sitting back watching other people fight. He was in the thick of it from the very start. No matter what, this wooden weapon would be a testament to that night. A testament... to his own failure.

Dammit. I couldn't save anyone. Too many people died, I needed to be stronger. I have to be.

The thought Then why don't you? ran through his mind.

A light breeze floated through the leaves, sounding like a whisper. Janza knelt back against the tree with his eyes closed, taking deep, slow, breaths.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Thu Jun 25, 2015 12:36 am

Senior students... 12th... graduation chambers.

Janza was still in his own quiet place, in an almost zen state. Even so, old habits weren't so easily ignored. Just a few of the words actually registered in his mind, but those few were enough. Apparently he had to go to some random grad chambers. Wasn't that a bit rushed? He shrugged it off as he stood up quietly.

Falling back to reality, all happy or peaceful thoughts melted away quickly replaced by a serious look. He really couldn't care less about the opinions of any of the academy higher-ups. What kind of idiots were they? Several students died... that excursion to the human world... it was all a mess. Maybe he would take the chance to tell them what he really thought about them.

Subject: Re: Training Grounds Fri Jun 26, 2015 10:58 am

Opening his eyes his skin felt damp and his hands having held the sphere for so long shook slightly. Inside a cloud almost filled the training orb its white edges licked the inside of the orb like some static light show. He had been sat in the training grounds for some time now, exactly how long? Well he knew night had come and passed into morning so he had been meditating for a day. He considered moving but in truth he couldn’t feel his legs now and that was slightly concerning.

Dropping the orb from his shaking hands the sphere rolled over the patch of rough and weedy wild grass and came to a natural halt next to a tree and sparking mist faded away. A whole days work gone in an instant.

Arekusu slumped to the side with a sigh and a grunt his numb legs just stuck in their crossed position until gravity made it unbearable enough that he pried them loose moving each limp limb free with his hands and lay on his back staring at the tree tops that scattered the red morning rays reaching across soul society.

‘Maybe I’m not meant to be a shinigami, I mean what they going to call me sparky the sparkles? Oh I know maybe I can make hollows hair tingle. Those others had huge burning auras or explosion of power. I still can’t fill a ball and the lecturer was worried about people over filling it? What a joke. Guess I can just sleep here for a while.’ Rolling on his side Arekusu yawned and closed his eyes this time not for meditation but for sleep.

“Sensai! What should we do? If people find out he will be taken away? Please old friend you must help me!” The woman’s voice was in panic. Arekusu couldn’t see anything he was wrapped in something staring up at the night sky.

“Don’t call me Sensai after all these years little Einjeru. You know what I should do! I can’t believe you would bring this to me after all he has done even his child may not be forgiven. To carry the sins of the father is a burden no child should bare. He should be discarded now!” The woman gave out a muffled cry and he felt the cloth tighten him. It felt soft and warm like, love. The man’s voice was stern and harsh and it felt like Arekusu was being pulled suddenly away from the safe place.

“Please!” The woman cried out in a sheepish voice as if she wanted to scream the words but couldn’t for fear of being discovered. The movement stopped for the moment, the large hands that seemed to hold him now were firm but trying to be gentle as if what was happening deep down wasn’t the man’s wish.

“You must go and never return. Everything is falling apart and he may return to find the child one day. I will place him somewhere safe and should he ever awaken there will be no history for him, no heritage or past. It must remain so. That is all I can do, if he dies then so be it. If he lives I pray he spends his eternity leading a quiet life he should never discover he is…”

Arekusu suddenly opened his eyes drool running from the corner of his mouth as he found himself tightly wrapped in his GI hugging himself tight. “Gah! What the hell am I doing.” He was sure he had a dream but like his Reiatsu it was fleeting and left him feeling as if he had missed something important.

Picking up the orb Arekusu sat this time on the root of a tree and stretched his legs and wiped his mouth. He had that muggy feeling of being unwashed but like when he learned in the past he would commit himself to these practical lessons so that he could not look so bad in academic lessons.

This time as he closed his eyes the tingling feeling seemed closer to the surface had sleep been all he really needed or maybe the closer he got to nature and instinct the easier his power came to him? Either way it seemed like it came and began to form into its cloud much faster within the orb than before. The pale yellowy green mist tingled with white at the edges. Still it did not fill the orb, perhaps a few more hours with meditation like before would help it along.

Finally after dawn had become dusk Arekusu yawned and stretched the orb sitting in his lap with a rolling mist tingling and spinning within. As it faded he stood and put the orb in his bag. It was time for a shower and his first sleep in his new bed at the academy.

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