Post by Shade Kawada on Apr 17, 2011 4:40:44 GMT -5
Shade Kawada strolled into the middle of Squad 11’s barracks. The moon shone in the night sky above the empty practice field. All of the shinigami had retired for the day except for this lone san-seki. He was here to get work done. Blood dripped from his katana to the ground below, but he hadn’t cut anyone yet. The blood emanated from the very sword that Shade held in his hand. It was the bloodlust and hunger that Buraindo Kira felt manifested into physical form, only one of many annoyances brought on by the hyper aggressive spirit. “Shade! What the fuck, man! You can’t feed me this filth!” screamed Buraindo Kira as it gazed at the wooden practice dummies scattered around the field.
But Shade wasn’t here to feed his sword, he was here to better himself. Without replying to his vulgar zanpakutou the san-seki disappeared in a shunpo that brought him to the first of five wooden men he set up. A quick draw followed by twelve lightning-fast slashes diced the dummy into countless pieces before it hit the ground. Blood from the moist blade splattered on the division’s stone, white walls as the third-seat swung.
The next instant Shade was between the second and third dummy. A spinning kick sent the first of the two flying into the wall. Turning to the other one Shade fluidly pressed the sword through the dummy’s wooden skull. With a swing the sword exited the dummy’s head, dividing it in two as it left. Shade used shunpo once again to travel across the battlefield to the fourth practice dummy. In an instant the soul reaper’s blade was stuck through the wooden torso of the dummy and the entire structure was lifted over Shade’s head like a shish kebab. With his left hand the san-seki grabbed the training dummy’s head and pulled him off of his sword. The pull allowed the sword to cleave the dummy downwards through its legs and a giant tear was left up through the center of it.
With a spin Shade threw Buraindo Kira at the final dummy. Like an arrow the zanpakutou lodged into the wooden man where its heart would be. Shade slowly walked over to his sword and pried it loose. It was around four in the morning. About time to get some sleep, for he had to get up in two hours. Sheathing his bleeding blade the shinigami turned and left the courtyard. He would clean up the wooden massacre tomorrow.
But Shade wasn’t here to feed his sword, he was here to better himself. Without replying to his vulgar zanpakutou the san-seki disappeared in a shunpo that brought him to the first of five wooden men he set up. A quick draw followed by twelve lightning-fast slashes diced the dummy into countless pieces before it hit the ground. Blood from the moist blade splattered on the division’s stone, white walls as the third-seat swung.
The next instant Shade was between the second and third dummy. A spinning kick sent the first of the two flying into the wall. Turning to the other one Shade fluidly pressed the sword through the dummy’s wooden skull. With a swing the sword exited the dummy’s head, dividing it in two as it left. Shade used shunpo once again to travel across the battlefield to the fourth practice dummy. In an instant the soul reaper’s blade was stuck through the wooden torso of the dummy and the entire structure was lifted over Shade’s head like a shish kebab. With his left hand the san-seki grabbed the training dummy’s head and pulled him off of his sword. The pull allowed the sword to cleave the dummy downwards through its legs and a giant tear was left up through the center of it.
With a spin Shade threw Buraindo Kira at the final dummy. Like an arrow the zanpakutou lodged into the wooden man where its heart would be. Shade slowly walked over to his sword and pried it loose. It was around four in the morning. About time to get some sleep, for he had to get up in two hours. Sheathing his bleeding blade the shinigami turned and left the courtyard. He would clean up the wooden massacre tomorrow.
