The New Style!

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Once again Asmoskon had chosen to train his abilities in solitude. This time within a much larger forest then he had before one that was more then two hours from Tokyo. This forest Asmoskon knew would make a most promising training ground that he had already amplified by placing targets of small posted notes against trees and on the ground through the forest. These posted notes Asmoskon knew would aid him due to the fact that they were very small and would be difficult to hit with an arrow while moving. This was the time Asmoskon realized now that his life truly was changing and he would need to start making an influence of true importance.

Something had become painfully obvious during the arranged battle he had lost to Iwa only a few days ago. He in all truth was weak. This had eaten away at Asmoskon while he recovered from the brutal beating at the hands of Iwa. Someone that while Asmoskon had respect for due to her own demonstration of power felt had no such sign toward anyone else. He couldn't believe that he had lost to someone who so willingly and easily attack from behind him with no sign of respect at all no honor whatsoever. Asmoskon in all truth had never even landed a hit on Iwa the most he had actually accomplished was the demonstration that one of his arrows had the power to crack her weapon while in its sealed state.

He couldn't allow himself to be so easily overwhelmed how did it come to this after everything he was told. How could he have let himself be weak when his family had given up their own lives in order to provide for his own. Asmoskon had thought over all of this at his apartment something that had made the young boy cry. It had made him feel as if he truly had wasted the sacrifice of his grandfather's life along with the love and hope of his parents. That wasn't going to last however Asmoskon remembered being told by his grandfather that he was blessed with incredible reiatsu and could become one of the strongest Quincy's to ever be born. He had to the promise the potential to change things to make a difference and now was the time to grasp the potential for usage in the world.

Asmoskon knew that the battle against Iwa had in fact improved his own abilities somewhat yet the idea of always failing in order to gain power wasn't something he was pleased with or was going to allow himself. It seemed that Asmoskon would need to practice like the archers of old. To do so Asmoskon knew he was going to push himself past his own limits. Taking in a deep mouthful of air Asmoskon focuses himself. Concentrating his reiatsu into his right hand for a change in order to improve his accuracy further the black bow reveals itself in his masters grasp.

Rushing from the spot of his training's origin only to lose himself in the depths of the forest while searching for the posted notes he had hidden. This training was one that focused the young Quincy to keep his reactions on a constant high alert for the under roots and rocks that crossed his path. Even the smallest of mistakes could resolute in Asmoskon polluting to the ground signaling to him a lose in true combat down the line which he couldn't allow. His right eye from his peripheral vision Asmoskon saw one of the pads and turned firing off his first arrow of dark red reiatsu. That first shot however seemed to be off by only a few centimeters from the middle of the pad while still hitting it on the left. Simply not good enough.

Asmoskon continued to practice while running throughout the woods in order to increase his stamina and skills with his own in his right hand. However, something dawned on the Quincy as he ran stopping dead in his tracks. He hadn't lost his battle against Iwa because of his skills and accuracy. In fact it was safe to say that those factors were what allowed him to even last the short amount of time blocking her own kido with one of his arrows and nearly landing the first blow. The thing was that Asmoskon had no skills whatsoever in close combat. Iwa had managed to overpower him and prove her superior skill when in close combat when she beat him with what seemed like little effort on her part.

The fact was that Quincy's lacked in close combat. Something that had almost always played a part in defeat at the hands of an enemy. It was easy and company knowledge to every type of spiritual being that knew of the Quincy. Granted that some had been able to utilize their bows at very close range through skill and speed. Along with that there was also the technique known as Hohle Schneide. Why would there be a technique that enabled a Quincy a sword if they lacked in melee combat by nature. Then it hit Asmoskon. Although he like his parents and grandfather follows the old ways of the Quincy that didn't mean to keep the same weaknesses that had been costing lives for hundreds of years. He might not join the Emperor of his race, but he knew a change was needed and that was just what he intended to do.

1 Hour Later

Asmoskon had decided that he had to learn some method of close combat. If successful the major weakness that all basic Quincy's shared would be gone and that could actually give him a grand adventure of surprise on most enemies. Asmoskon knew that he wasn't physically strength however so fighting with just his body was out of the question. He had always had some talent with his bow and the words of his grandfather told him that he was especially gifted maybe what he needed was another type of weapon meant for close combat. It was simply to train in the art of a swordsmen.

Asmoskon had spoken the incantation required to active Hohle Schneide moments after the realization creating a silver blade in his right hand. While the young man had practiced slightly before on the use of a sword it never gave him the same type of feeling as a bow. It wasn't that Asmoskon knew a sword was weaker, but just different and it just never felt right in his hands. After refreshing his memory of the weight and feeling of the blade Asmoskon practiced gripping and slashing in different methods and angels for a few minutes. However, the amateur hour was finished once the Quincy realized it was a failure of an attempt to learn the ways of a sword now.

He wasn't a Shinigami and never actually trained to use a sword in battle. That simply meant that using them now might give an enemy even more ground fighting them with an unfamiliar weapon. Frustration took ahold of the Quincy's mind as he reacted with his realization screaming in anger the incantation once again. Waiting a few moments to gather himself Asmoskon about ready to resume himself and just push aside his thoughts and show what he can accomplish realized that the feeling of his left hand differed from his right. Looking down the Quincy's eyes widened with shock at the silver knife in his grasp.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Time was no longer something that the Quincy felt slipping, but more standing still. After the realization that he was holding a knife in his left hand two things popped into his mind. The first was that somehow he had managed to master the Hohle Schneide technique. This had allowed him to alert the actual physical form of the blade created into a knife. However, Asmoskon hadn't thought of using the technique to form a knife while activating the technique he had simply screamed in frustration. This meant that while Asmoskon's mind was gone from rage his soul created the weapon truly meant for his grasp that now showed him the way.

The second thing was that using a knive in battle would mean that he would be in truly close combat. A knife was even smaller than a sword and could only be done in precise and deadly ways. This wasn't a shock to Asmoskon however for it suited the same as a bows method. Accuracy would still be a factor with a knife and because of that he felt this was truly his weapon even if it meant you would need to be in arms length to use it effectively.

Time had seemed to stand still as the Quincy trained in the methods of utilizing a knife in his right hand. He had switched between boths hand over and over again making sure to increase his talent with both not allowing one to gain ground to swift over another. This would cause a weakness if his better arm was unusable during a battle something Asmoskon knew was definitely possible. Slipping and spinning the kinfe's handle between and around his fingers Asmoskon felt he got the basics of the weapon.

Dawning on his mind Asmoskon remembered that the creation of the knife wasn't the first time he had created something through frustration or anger. The first time had been during his battle against Iwa. Toward the end of their arranged battle Asmoskon had utilized Hohle Schneide with both of his hands. However, that had felt the same as when he created the knife. He had already cast aside the sword from the first incantation and now spoke it once again. Forming an additional knife in his left hand Asmoskon looked down and saw one in each.

There was something about it as if he felt whole. For some strange reason Asmoskon felt more like himself with two knives instead of one. Then he knew what it was. He felt the same way as when he held his bow. For some reason that same sensation was occuring while he held both knives and that meant he trully had descovered his new style of close combat. The true training was going to be hard, but now it was set in stone and determination.

Asmoskon trained his mind around the ideals of knife fighting and what they could actually do. While doing so the Quincy did the extreme exercises that he set forth leaping over roots and onto tree branches while making tight turns at the last moment training his endurance and speed. The images of Iwa and her movements that had proven to be so swift yet powerful flashes through his mind. This helped him develop his countering of close combat imagining Iwa doing the same attacks over and learning where and when to thrust and slash with his knifes in order to take her down.

Jumping off of a rather large tree root into the air Asmoskon swings his right arm sending his knife swirling through the air and striking one of the small note pads he had set up. He had been doing this for another two hours learning and practicing everything he could able how to use a knife. It hadn't occurred to him that a knife would make a lethal ranged weapon until about an hour earlier. Now he knew how exactly to do it and what was needed. It wasn't like a bow, but the resolute were very similar and suited the young Quincy perfectly.

Now Asmoskon had learned how to throw his knives and hit a specific target from about twenty meters away. That meant that as long as he could see and get the right angle he could land a hit on anyone slow enough for the blade. While it gave him yet another adventure it was easy for Asmoskon to know that his knives were no where near as fast as his arrows making them primarily for close combat and not ranged. Now rushing to the knife that he just threw Asmoskon swiftly grips it and rips the blade from the tree. Then with the one sequence of movements that Asmoskon had developed so far turns his body around while moving his arms upwards and then down like a circle throws both knives one after another. Asmoskon stares forward and see that both his knives have pierced the note pad twenty five meters away one right next to the other in perfect semidry.

[Zeich Yajuu]

18 Paragraphs = 90 TP.

Assuming you're attempting to master Hohle Schneide so 80 TP and technique mastered. Spend as you will.