Post by Shawn Rabuburēdo on Sept 4, 2020 19:25:50 GMT -5
Sweat glistening on Shawn's brow as he works his fingers delicately along the fragile thread hanging in the air connected somewhere in the woods to the surface of some kind. Concentrating on not breaking it he follows it to where it connects to a tree stump about 30 feet from the place he created it. Hanging around him is a jungle of threads, some intact while others clearly broken at some point.
I must learn how to successfully do this without breaking my threads. This thought nagging at the back of his head every time a thread snapped on him. Practice makes perfect as my old master always said, if only practice was easy. Another thread appeared out of nowhere with only the tip of his fingers in contact with it. Only moments after the creation of the thread he quickly grasps the it but the force causes it to snap.
“Dang it, the moment i think i get it the thread breaks!” frustration clearly coming from his voice as he loudly speaks. Again, i must keep doing it until i can do it right, if only it was as simple as the thoughts that just come to him, sadly it will not be that easy for him. Thread upon thread kept springing from different parts of his hand, slowly he began to make progress, but progress still took time.
7 hours into his training he finally begins to create the threads and grab them without breaking them. This however takes a lot of his concentration, more and more threads are created in order to get him closer to making and grabbing them with little focus at all. Finally after 3 more hours he manages to do this. Tired and warm he moves over to the stream and sits down, peering into the clear water shows his reflection, that awful scar part of his pale face staring back at him.
Shoving his hand in the water where his reflection was Shawn brings up a handful and splashes it over his sweat covered face. There's always a time for thinking about the past, but right now I just need to use it as fuel to push me forward. On that note he begins to stand up from the spot he was sitting and begins to move back into the woods. Continuing from where he left off he begins to create threads again, this time however he aims for falling leaves to attach them to.
After about 10 leaf attachments or so he begins to land the threads on them more often while managing to not snap the threads in the process. Finally he gets to start what he originally came to his training place for, using the threads to allow Tsuzuri Raiden to travel. Every time he successfully attaches a thread to a leaf he begins to cast Tsuzuri Raiden while he holds the thread, doing this he slowly begins to cast Tsuzuri Raiden faster and faster until he manages to cast it as soon as contact is made.
The moon has long since risen and ashes and partially burned leaves scatter the forest floor only being shown by the full glow of the moon as it rested in the midnight sky. Sweat dripping down his face and exhaustion gripping at him, Shawn finally feels comfortable with his ability to now combo his advanced air threads and his Tsuzuri Raiden. Slipping his arms back into his shihakusho and his zanpakuto back onto his back he begins to head out of the forest.
The moon shines over the field of flowers as Shawn makes his way out of the woods, upon seeing this sight he can but only remember a field he used to play in with his brother and sister as his parents watched on from the house. The flowers glistened in the radiance of the full moon, seeming to light up as if they dreamed of becoming stars to join the moon in the sky. These are the memories he wished stuck with him during the times he faced hardship, instead he only manages to think about how he failed his siblings.
“I’m getting stronger guy’s, soon I'll be able to protect others with my own power and the power that god is giving me” whispering this while staring up at the sky he begins to move towards the Seireitei. After travelling for a time he finally enters the Seireitei and begins heading towards his barracks. Going into his barracks he manages to make it to the sleeping quarters without stumbling into his captain.
The bed calls to Shawn as he falls onto it, exhaustion clouding his mind he barely manages to place his zanpakuto standing up next to his bed. Finally after a long day of practice and training he gets to have a few hours of blissful sleep. That was what he was hoping for at least, however that is not what his mind gave him. Falling asleep only led to a nightmare of the day he lost his brother and sister before losing his own life.
I must learn how to successfully do this without breaking my threads. This thought nagging at the back of his head every time a thread snapped on him. Practice makes perfect as my old master always said, if only practice was easy. Another thread appeared out of nowhere with only the tip of his fingers in contact with it. Only moments after the creation of the thread he quickly grasps the it but the force causes it to snap.
“Dang it, the moment i think i get it the thread breaks!” frustration clearly coming from his voice as he loudly speaks. Again, i must keep doing it until i can do it right, if only it was as simple as the thoughts that just come to him, sadly it will not be that easy for him. Thread upon thread kept springing from different parts of his hand, slowly he began to make progress, but progress still took time.
7 hours into his training he finally begins to create the threads and grab them without breaking them. This however takes a lot of his concentration, more and more threads are created in order to get him closer to making and grabbing them with little focus at all. Finally after 3 more hours he manages to do this. Tired and warm he moves over to the stream and sits down, peering into the clear water shows his reflection, that awful scar part of his pale face staring back at him.
Shoving his hand in the water where his reflection was Shawn brings up a handful and splashes it over his sweat covered face. There's always a time for thinking about the past, but right now I just need to use it as fuel to push me forward. On that note he begins to stand up from the spot he was sitting and begins to move back into the woods. Continuing from where he left off he begins to create threads again, this time however he aims for falling leaves to attach them to.
After about 10 leaf attachments or so he begins to land the threads on them more often while managing to not snap the threads in the process. Finally he gets to start what he originally came to his training place for, using the threads to allow Tsuzuri Raiden to travel. Every time he successfully attaches a thread to a leaf he begins to cast Tsuzuri Raiden while he holds the thread, doing this he slowly begins to cast Tsuzuri Raiden faster and faster until he manages to cast it as soon as contact is made.
The moon has long since risen and ashes and partially burned leaves scatter the forest floor only being shown by the full glow of the moon as it rested in the midnight sky. Sweat dripping down his face and exhaustion gripping at him, Shawn finally feels comfortable with his ability to now combo his advanced air threads and his Tsuzuri Raiden. Slipping his arms back into his shihakusho and his zanpakuto back onto his back he begins to head out of the forest.
The moon shines over the field of flowers as Shawn makes his way out of the woods, upon seeing this sight he can but only remember a field he used to play in with his brother and sister as his parents watched on from the house. The flowers glistened in the radiance of the full moon, seeming to light up as if they dreamed of becoming stars to join the moon in the sky. These are the memories he wished stuck with him during the times he faced hardship, instead he only manages to think about how he failed his siblings.
“I’m getting stronger guy’s, soon I'll be able to protect others with my own power and the power that god is giving me” whispering this while staring up at the sky he begins to move towards the Seireitei. After travelling for a time he finally enters the Seireitei and begins heading towards his barracks. Going into his barracks he manages to make it to the sleeping quarters without stumbling into his captain.
The bed calls to Shawn as he falls onto it, exhaustion clouding his mind he barely manages to place his zanpakuto standing up next to his bed. Finally after a long day of practice and training he gets to have a few hours of blissful sleep. That was what he was hoping for at least, however that is not what his mind gave him. Falling asleep only led to a nightmare of the day he lost his brother and sister before losing his own life.
