Down To Business (TTP Training) [NDE, PG-13, Open]

[Gen Shizuo]

Another boring day. That's what it was for Gen Shizuo. He couldn't find much to do. He didn't feel like going to the human world today. He didn't have enough motivation to make any observations there. He wasn't in the observing mood today anyway. He hadn't been in some time. Ever since he had lost to those twins in the Human World, Gen began to question his strength. He began to doubt himself and fear that whatever was out there to get him would be able to take him out easily. Every day and every night, questions and concerns ran through his mind. He wasn't sure how long he would even live. He could die in a few seconds. That was what scared him the most. That was why he was going to head to one place he heard most people went to in order to train.

Gen's steady footsteps trailed softly across the gleaming white desert as he walked towards the Menos Forest. The forest that was said to house some of the most vicious hollows. If he could survive a day there, he believed that he would grow stronger. He would be one step ahead of what he feared was out to get him. Power. That was what he wanted. That was what he would gain by training here today. With each step he took to bring him closer, he took in even deeper breaths to calm himself. What if he died during this suicide training? If he did, then he wasn't fit to be a hollow. He wasn't fit to be an Arrancar, which was superior to the other levels of hollow. The Arrancar were the cream of the crop, something that the lower Hollow looked to be when they were stronger. The Espada, also being Arrancar, were just even higher in that crop.

Breathe in....breathe out...breathe in....breathe out.... Gen walked closer and closer, each breath of his becoming heavier and heavier. Finally, he stopped at the outskirts and just stood there, staring into the forest from the fishbowl like mask fragment on his head. What did he get himself into now? Could he really survive without Miss Asuka? Well, he was about to find out. Taking a deep breath, the Fraccion stepped forward into certain doom. He took another step and moved further in. One inch grew into two inches and then three and continued growing until he was farther and farther away from the entrance. He was in Menos Forest now. There was no turning back at this point.

With hands calmly settled into his pockets, the Fraccion's eyes flickered all around, examining everything with the utmost scrutiny. Eyes moved over the ground, trees, skies, and any fragments of anything that caught his eye. He was like a secret service agent in the way he perused every single thing his eyes came across. Being scared of everything did this to Gen. He never let anything escape his sight. Whatever he saw he was cautious of and observed until he made sure it was not harmful. That was what he was doing now. Though, despite being so scared on the inside, Gen looked too calm on the outside. His demeanor didn't give away any of the fears he felt inside.

Gen didn't know what lay in wait for him as he walked. Strangely though, he didn't see any Menos or any other hollow yet. At least, not yet. Just then, Gen heard a howl behind him and leapt forward. Just in time too. A fist the size of his head came crashing down where he was just standing. Gen rolled on the ground and then spun around when he came to a stop. He heard a growl and then looked to see that his opponent was some kind of Adjuchas type hollow. It had a humanoid shape, purple skin, huge arms and legs and a kangaroo looking hollow mask with pointed ears. It looked like his first challenge had arrived.

Gen stood up slowly while continuing to watch the Adjuchas that stood before him. This one looked pretty mindless. It just stood there, growling at Gen. It's glowing red eyes stuck out within the blackness of the eye holes on the mask. It frightened Gen a little. He thought that he might die, but he didn't want to. He then watched as the hollow leapt forward. It was almost as though it's feet were springs. It blurred as soon as it left the ground. Gen wasn't able to see it until it was just in front of him. It was punching at him again! Gen drew his blades and slid them before himself in an X formation. Though he was able to block some of the damage from the punch, he was still blown away and sent rolling across the ground.

As Gen's roll came to a stop, he looked up to see the kangaroo-like Adjuchas barreling down on him once more. He rolled to the side and then jumped away, only to be followed by the Adjuchas. It was pushing him and it was only an Adjuchas whereas he was an Arrancar. Gen needed to get it together! As he was sliding to a halt, the hollow was punching forward again. All that he could do to avoid it was duck underneath. The hollow punched down at him with it's other fist, but Gen's instinct told him another attack was coming, so he jumped into the air to avoid that. Rubble flew up from the spot where the fist impacted, blasting up towards Gen.

He punched his right hand towards the hollow's chest in that moment as he shielded his eyes from the rubble. This allowed him to escape another attack while his eyes were closed. Instead of attacking, the Adjuchas backed off. It now had a fist sized hole in its chest and was roaring in pain. The Adjuchas glared at Gen and then charged once more, jumping off of its spring like feet. It blurred once more, but this time Gen could see it. He had been watching it all throughout the fight. He noticed that it only came at him straightforward. Above was the only other direction it came from besides from the front. It was only giving Gen trouble because of the speed those spring legs gave it.

Gen jumped back, kicking both legs into the air as he did so. Green reiatsu charged there when he did, and as the hollow roared forwards, the reiatsu blasted out. Gen was blasted backwards by the cero that had come from his feet, keeping him out of harm's way for a retaliation. It wouldn't matter anyway though because the cero washed over the Adjuchas hollow's body and it roared fiercely in pain. It wasn't until Gen finally landed after being propelled backwards by the cero that he saw the hollow's body disintegrating into the air. "That was too close. The strength I have now isn't enough..." Gen whispered to himself as he sheathed his blades. He took a few seconds to gather himself and then continued on, heading deeper into the foreboding Menos Forest.

Gen's Remaining Reiatsu: 1790

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Strength - Decreased[150(105)] Points

Speed - [200] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] Points

Reiatsu Strength - Boosted[200(300)] Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [150] Points

Senses [150] Points

Energy sensory - [100] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1150] Points

[Rey Diablo]

The Forest of Menos was truly a desolate place. Bleak light struggled its way down from the lonely moon through the canopy to the barren forest floor. The Forest never teemed with life, to be certain, but tonight it seemed eerily quiet. A lone figure strolled aimlessly between the trees, his light steps the only sound for nearly a kilometer around. His silver hair, of a color with the moonbeams, stretched halfway down his back, contrasting sharply with the dark blue of his silken shirt.

Dear readers, welcome to yet another exciting day in the life of the intrepid Tercera Espada! Rey Diablo, the Silver King! Today, we find the Tercera in the Forest of Menos, the underbelly of Las Noches! What could the scheming, manipulating Espada be up to in this secluded place? Is he organizing rebellion against Sonken Kouhai? Plotting assassinations of Captains in Seireitei? Conspiring against the other Espada?

Nope. Nothing even remotely nearly that exciting. Rey’s just looking for someplace quiet to sit down and read his book. It’s quite the entertaining novel! Entitled Musashi, the book (which, even with miniscule font, weighs enough to serve as a perfectly practical method of criminal execution) details a somewhat fictionalized yet perfectly plausible account of the life of Miyamoto Musashi. Rey found himself completely immersed in the text – so immersed, in fact, that he had been neglecting some of his Espada duties! Kouhai, the infinitely benevolent provider of boundless tea, had tasked Rey with the elimination of several troublesome Arrancar that had been creating a commotion in the human world. Rey would inevitably get to it, and he’d make quick work of them when he did, but for now Rey’s dutiful side stood hopeless against his literary mind. For now, he simply sought some peace and quiet in the Forest of Menos.

Now, this might seem like an incredibly strange notion! Why the flying fuck would somebody desiring seclusion and quiet go to the Forest of Menos? Well, it’s pretty simple, actually. With Rey’s terrifyingly massive Reiatsu, he’s sure to attract potential foes at first, but it only takes a single showy demonstration of power to drive away most of the Menos in the area. Well, probably not. This entire excursion is actually most likely doomed to become a constant onslaught of hungry Menos. Rey’s not really thinking very consciously about anything besides reading.

Little did Rey know that, even now, a silent pack of Adjuchas thirsted for his blood! (Well, that’s not really true; he had sensed their Reiatsu signatures a good fifteen minutes ago and at this point was basically just waiting for them to make their move and get it over with so he could focus entirely on reading. But, let’s pretend for the moment that this group of Adjuchas actually pose a threat to the Tercera Espada! Just for grins.)

The Tercera’s “predators” all resembled wolves; they sprinted soundlessly through the shadows of the trees on all fours, though they could stand on their hind legs perfectly well. Seven feet in length, the lupine Adjuchas bore several rows of spikes on their backs. Snouts twitched as they tracked their strongest prey with senses far sharper than their wits.

As Rey turned a page, a little voice in the back of his head whispered that his attackers would reach him in moments. He made no move to change his course; his book was far too interesting for any mere Adjuchas to distract him. Now he not only sensed the wolf pack, but could also hear them; the wolves’ slavering for such rich, powerful Reiatsu betrayed their proximity.

Before Rey could even reach the second paragraph, the first wolf lunged at his back with a snarl. That snarl completely gave the attack away, and the shadow it cast on Rey and – more importantly – his book certainly didn’t help much. Rey’s torso seemed to drop straight downwards as he bent his knees, the wolf’s claws passing torturously close to his head as he ducked below the lunge. The wolf landed, rose onto its hind legs, and spun to slash at Rey’s face with glimmering black claws, but Rey had already leapt straight up into the air. Before the wolf could process its abject failure to even touch its prey, Rey had collapsed its snout into its skull cavity with a simple kick. Rey was by no means the strongest Espada, but he possessed strength enough to break steel and stone – the Hierro of a vastly inferior creature posed no challenge whatsoever.

As Rey landed in a crouch, eyes still locked on his reading, the second wolf – far broader in shoulder than the first, though less nimble – barreled towards him with teeth bared. As its jaws expanded in preparation for a lethal bite, Rey took quick mental note of his page number – 548 – before slamming the book shut, gripping it tightly in his left hand, and whirling a precise 180 degrees on his left heel. The Espada timed the spin precisely so that he faced the wolf just as it reached within his arm’s length – shooting his left arm forward, Rey smashed the Hierro-infused hardcover novel into the wolf’s snout. Bone splintered under the combination of the book’s weight, the wolf’s forward motion, and Rey’s superhuman strength.

Seeing that single attacks abjectly failed, the other seven members of the pack leapt out of the shadows in unison. Rey smirked before opening his mouth. The yawning cavity of his throat flashed red momentarily before issuing forth a geometrically improbable Bala. The blast rocketed forward with all the size and power of a truck, directly impacting the center of the attackers with predictably messy results. The ensuing explosion reduced what little remained of that wolf and the three nearest to him to a poor excuse for ash; the other three, blasted aside by the shockwave, whimpered, turned tail, and ran, cowed by Rey’s power.

That was a mercifully quick interruption, Rey thought. Now, back to my reading.[/color] Rey calmly stood, dusted himself off, and proceeded forward in a new direction. Opening his book, he speedily leafed through until he returned to page 548, paragraph 2. As he walked off aimlessly, he thought he sensed another nearby Reiatsu signature. Hmm, might be interesting. It was about five minutes’ stroll away. Rey turned slightly on his heel, adjusting course without stopping. Little did he know that he was only minutes away from encountering Gen Shizuo, Novena Fraccion, and having a totally fucking awesome training session the likes of which most only aspire to.
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Strength: 200
Speed: 400
Reiatsu Strength: 1600 (400 x 4)
Spiritual Pressure: 1600 (400 x 4)
Instinct: 200
Senses: 200
Energy Sensory: 100
Healing Expertise: 0

[Gen Shizuo]

The Fraccion continued walking through the forest, scanning everywhere he meant in order to keep from being sneak attacked. That last hollow had caught him by surprise with it's strength. He hadn't expected a regular hollow to be able to match his strength as an Arrancar. He had been too hard-pressed in defeating it. That was what made him realize that he needed to get stronger. He really wished that Miss Asuka could train with him. Learning from an Espada would boost his strength greatly. Little did he know, however, that an Espada was in this very forest. Gen continued roaming around, but before he got any further, he heard howling.

-W.I.P.