Training The Troops (R- Closed)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had sent out text messages to both Kaze and Vereor early in the morning. Well actually it was still early in the morning. By most people's standard it was just not the Xcution Major. Asmoskon had sent out the messages around four o'clock in the morning when the sun had yet to rise up from the horizon. At the moment the three of them along with around thirty other troops were stationed on an island near Athens. Asmoskon decided that it was time to start training the two of them and it might be best to do so together and make sure that the two of them can develop some sort of teamwork.

Kaze was so far to date the most difficult troop to work with due to his outrageous personality and lack of a straight mind. He was constantly going around in different directions like a nail-gun diagnosed with ADHD hopped up on gallons of soda. His ability made him one of the few tanks that Asmoskon actually had recruited and if the man actually trained and worked to better himself he would without a doubt be a major advantage. Asmoskon knew it wasn't a Mod Soul thing that made him so sporadic so it just had to be his personality or something he could be diagnosed with; he just didn't know and only needed him to listen while growing more potent.

Vereor on the other hand had only been recruited two days ago from Karakura Town. After Asmoskon had made the decision to take the boy into Xcution and train him so that he could awaken his Fullbring he had brought him here since the other troops needed training as well. Asmoskon knew that since he had yet to gain his Fullbring training would be more difficult for him yet forging a blade took intense heat and then even after that tempering the blade was something that took time and constant beatings. Vereor just better realize those punches that had knocked him unconscious were nothing compared to what were in store for him.

Now though it was getting around six o'clock in the morning and the sun was starting to rise up and shed its rays of light over the training field. In truth the field was nice lush green grass with white lines much like a soccer field. While at the same time there were two large walls meant to be climbed yet there was no rope. The field had various other things and looked to be what one might see in a military boot camp which one could claim this too be. When the two of them arrived they would find Asmoskon on his hands executing push ups while keeping himself perfectly straight. Sweat was dripping off his face and bare chest now after three hours of exercise. He had the black pants of the military uniform on yet other then those and the boots on his feet there was nothing, but his eye patch.

[Vereor Ejj]

It had been a full two days since Vereor met a suited man on top of a coffee house roof. His lip had finally healed and his stomach no longer sported the deep, black bruise that was the man's parting gift. After that incident, the young man awoke in a barracks and was informed that his recruitment into Xcution was complete, and he was now responsible for a number of duties. Instead of immediately going to those duties, he was to accompany his new teacher on a small mission to train a platoon of soldiers. While he was certain Asmoskon expected nothing but the best, he had been pushing himself since he woke up.

Spending the night after his waking in the woods, he trained until exhaustion. It was for a good cause, however, as he developed a technique that would be of a huge assistance in helping to unlock the rest of his powers. Now that he had the surface scratched, it would only be a matter of time before he was holding Taret in his hands again. Unfortunately, his solo training had given him kinks that he had yet to work out, and he mentally cringed at the idea of his own stupidity. Regardless, when the call came at 4:30 am to join Asmoskon on the training field, he wasted no time in dressing and leaving.

Grabbing a quick bite of some kind of meat on a stick that was sold at a street vendor on the way, Vereor decided that he would rather throw up than pass out. The extra energy would be crucial in the hours to come, Vereor was certain. When the field was in sight, Vereor's heart began to beat wildly. Truth be told, he was excited to throw fists. While he wasn't particularly used to fighting in tandem with another, he wasn't against learning. Especially if it would help him reclaim his blade. Just as he was about to call out to Asmoskon, he smelled a strange scent. Turning, he was immediately drawn to a young woman walking down the road covered in fresh dirt and blood.

Knowing that his instructor would be mad if he was late, but also knowing that he couldn't leave this young lady like this, he offered to help. After offering, she quickly broke down to him and told him that she was drugged over the course of several weeks before being buried alive. Helping her to the police station, Vereor quickly returned to the training grounds. Glancing at the sun, he estimated it was now roughly six am. Shit. He thought. I'm definitely going to be the last one here. I'm so fucked. His jaw tingled at the prospect of another busted lip, but he shrugged it off. If that was the price to pay, so be it. A blade's cries were not heard when it was being heated, and neither would he.

Approaching his new teacher, he whistled in appreciation. "This is amazing." He exclaimed, tugging his obi loose and pulling his gi off. Taking his sword into his hand, he began a series of slow, tai-chi based movements to relax his muscles and invigorate him to have the energy to work out. Ever since he had unlocked the ability to draw his reiatsu out again, his withdrawals had lessened. While they were still there and still bad, he couldn't help but feel a touch of relief. The itching weakened and his spasms slowed. He inhaled deeply and felt the cool morning air fill his lungs. He couldn't help but notice his instructor's ideal to lead by example, and he felt the fringes of respect born from their original meeting double. Although he was rough, Vereor felt he was the perfect person to help he re-achieve his purpose.

[Jikken Kaze]

Ooc: ctp

"Mhmuuguh." A tired mod soul moaned out, as a beep came from his left side. This, was Jikken Kaze, and he had just now discovered something new about himself; he was not at all a morning person. Isn't learning fun? The grumbling man was laying in a cot or something, the cyclops didn't give him much information on the subject, and told him that he would be here for awhile. It wasn't that bad, honestly. It was a fairly warm bed, and it wasn't cold like what he was used to. Plus he had the top one! Still, it wasn't fun being woken up so early. So, creaking his left eye open, he eyes the white brick that the Quincy handed him after the humans repaired his wounded Gigai. It still hurt to move his limbs.

He slowly tapped the thing. This was a mistake, as the thing was clearly cursed. The moment he did so, it started to emit a blinding white light, assaulting his eyes. Pulling his paws up to his eyes, the mod soul believed that he was under attack, and activated his armor to protect himself, and accidentally flinging himself backwards through a wall, leaving a tiny hole through the structure. The phone fell from the top bunk. Nearly twenty minutes later, he was back to the odd device that was left to him by the one eye'd man. Poking at it again, the light returned. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could see that there were words of some sort coming from the glass-like surface.

"....And I STILL can't read that." He said to himself in the empty room. It had seemed that everyone had left for the moment. The white brick, almost as if responding to his voice, it beeped at him. "Voice command activated." It spoke in a genderless tone. Kaze blinked in confusion. "What's that?" He asked the odd creature. And thus, the better part of an hour was spent talking to the device. "Okay... so, this.... ASMO-skon, wants me to go to.... where?" He asks again, with a tilt of his head. This thing, he believed it called itself a phone, was weird, but helpful, telling him whatever he asked it.

"Go to the big field outside the mansion in fifty minutes and forty two seconds." It responded. If anything, the mod soul looked even more confused. "Minutes?" Another forty five minutes were spent explaining the concept of time to him.".....Humans make things annoying." He said in a squeaky deadpan. Sighing to himself, he grabbed the phone, and started making his way towards his intended location. Or at least, that's what the phone kept telling him. "You have arrived at your destination." The phone uttered once more, before Kaze spit the device to the dirt.

You might be wondering why someone would carry their phone in their mouth. The reason for that... mod soul was not in his human gigai. Kaze arrived at the training field, clad in his plushy body. He was currently a walking talking cloth chimera. And boy did it make his not-skin itch, as he walked into the field. "At least I can catch a nice breeze here." He said to himself, letting a nice breeze hit hi, right in the face. Of course, the feeling was reduced due to not having skin, but one made due. Looking around, he saw a bunch of oddly placed structures. Two random walls, some spikes and tires, some mud. "Man, humans are weird." He says, sitting down, waiting for the archer to finish doing whatever it was he was doing to the ground.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Every morning without fail a warrior must train; an athlete must prepare for the day at hand. All of which came down to how determined one must be to get up earlier than the sun and begin with the darkness still clinging to oneself. Asmoskon had done this for most of his life now and this morning was no different. The thing that both of the new recruits might realize though was that while they had been moving from their housing there was no other individual that they would come across.

Well normally one would assume that to be due to the early start of the day, but that wasn't the case. Asmoskon had been generous to the both of them sending them messages to awake an hour later than those that had been here longer. Everyone that rooms near either of the two of them was already gone by the time they awoke on the military base executing their own training. The newer recruits like these two would be trained together by those that Asmoskon trained independently and appointed to his personal squad.

That one girl that Veroer had come across had actually been buried since the night before yet the way she had been buried was none specifically so that she would last until today. Asmoskon trained his military to be prepared for nearly every possible encounter and situation. Being buried alive wasn't so uncommon when dealing with those that can manipulate the elements or create substance from nothing more then their reiatsu. Knowing to assess the situation at hand and figuring out how to get out herself had been the task at hand. The girl in all actuality had done so quite well yet knew that telling a new recruit of future training was against rules so she had played herself off as a victim.

Vereor had been a decent enough individual and taken her to the medical facility on the island which was located roughly thirty minutes away by walking standards. Now though it was nearly six o'clock and Asmoskon was beginning to think that the new recruits hadn't heeded his message. The last individuals that had ignored his authority found themselves waste deep in cement with targets behind them. Anyone who chose to dismiss authority would be subjected to reality. Asmoskon had trapped them and then used them as practice during a scenario for his squad.

Thankfully though both of them had started to near and Asmoskon could sense their reiatsu closing in on him. Neither of them was rushing to the location yet it was their first morning so he would cut them some slack. Neither of them knew what was at store for them yet so it would be best to start things off slow and hope that none of his squad interrupted his teachings early on. Vereor arrived moments prior to Kaze and Asmoskon heard his remark of the training grounds. Kaze however arrived in a stuffed animal form and Asmoskon was reminded that he hadn't specified for Kaze to utilize his gigai. For today it seemed his warm up physically would be less productive.

Asmoskon wasn't facing towards either of them in fact he was the opposite direction. His back was to the both of them as they now stood and Asmoskon pushed himself back upwards from the ground. His body then rotated around and he dropped his lower body forwards his feet touching the ground and his upper body bending upwards to his full height in little less then a moment. He now stood there looking over both of them sternly. "You're both late. Let's get started." Asmoskon bent his neck to the side causing a loud crack to be heard. "Vereor you're going to need to focus on building up your speed and reaction time." Asmoskon's gaze shifted to Kaze. "Kaze you need to learn to pay attention and not let your impulses control your actions."

Asmoskon hadn't done anything yet, but here he was already telling them what they needed to improve on. Asmoskon had already fought Kaze and defeated him with little effort so his statements towards him wouldn't be surprising to the Mod Soul. However, Vereor hadn't told him what his power had been nor ever fought of displayed anything that he could do to Asmoskon yet so him giving advice might come off as strange. However, the Major had already peered at the properties of both his new recruits knowing their strengths and weaknesses and where best to focus in order to gain strength rapidly.

Asmoskon pointed over to the long running path that after about a quarter mile had one of the large walls in the way. "Both of you start from here and run as best you can to reach the other side of the wall while staying on the track." Asmoskon starred sternly at Kaze knowing he would have more then likely run around the wall all together. "Also no use of reiatsu you both need to strength your base before we start on anything else." Asmoskon turned to Vereor and then back to Kaze. "GO!"

[Vereor Ejj]

It was beginning to dawn on Vereor just how ruthless his master was going to be. If the way he conditioned his own body was any clue as how Vereor and Kaze's would be fashioned, he could hear his muscles and nerves complain already. Still, he had asked for this and knew that if he complained even once, Asmoskon would destroy him. Knowing that he sealed his fate that day on the rooftop, he nodded immediately following his instructor's words. As a swordsman, it was only natural that his speed and reaction speed were super-par. Although it was his ultimate goal to regain his power, that was only a fragment of what was required of him as the Heir of the First Sword.

Joining them was Kaze, a mod soul possessing a plush freak of nature. If the instructor's words were anything to go by, as well as the fact that he had chosen to show up in that body, Vereor knew that he wouldn't be the ideal team-mate. Still, Vereor was sure that Asmoskon didn't make a mistake, and relaxed a little. Although the creature was rude (not bothering to say hello, showing up under-dressed, and immediately displaying a negative attitude toward both his instructor and team-mate), he would have to do. Suddenly, Asmoskon began speaking again and Vereor's attention snapped back to him without a moment's delay. Years of servitude, first under his own blood, and then under an Arrancar, had given Vereor a soldier's reflex when it came to instructions.

Lowering his sword, which was still being used as a long weight for his tai-chi warm-up, he pressed the tip against the ground and pushed until it sank far enough into the earth to support itself. Dusting himself off, he cracked his neck (once in each direction) and waited for the signal to go. Surveying the track that he was tasked to run, he realized that he was about to run face-first into a wall over and over and over until he was strong enough to either defy gravity and run up it or find some way to jump over it. Scratch that. Just as he thought about using his Fullbring to create panels of air, or bend the wall's soul so it was sticky under his feet, Asmoskon gave the order that destroyed his entire plan.

The signal was given, and Vereor immediately began running. His arms held tightly, pumping at his sides to help propel himself, he picked up as much speed as he could. Utilizing long strides and quick touches of the ground, he hoped that he would be able to pick up enough speed to at least tap the wall twice. Getting to the jump zone, he steeled himself for impact and then leaped. His left toes made contact. Reaching his right leg up while extending his left leg, they were a hair from the wall before his left foot slipped. Slamming his knee and then his forehead against the wall, Vereor slid down it almost slowly. If it weren't for the sounds of birds chirping in the early morning air, one would just about be able to hear him squeak as he slid.

Getting up and dusting himself off, he ignored the crack on his forehead above his right eye, and instead simply jogged back to the starting point. Although it would do for physical exercise to sprint back, the task given to him did not require so and it would be pointless to waste the energy. Wiping the blood that was starting to dry and itch around the wound, he made eye contact with Asmoskon before taking off for the wall once more. If he was told to run into this damn thing until he ran through it, he would. Not paying attention to Kaze whatsoever, he actually forgot about him at a point, his mind utterly focused on climbing the damn wall.

[Jikken Kaze]

Ah, he had almost forgotten how boring this Quincy could be, as said dictator called them both out on being late, and promptly started telling them their faults. The guy beside him, Vereor apparently, was slow in both ways. Kaze himself, was unfocused and reacted without thinking. An accurate statement, for him at least, to be sure. "I'd like to hear you say that when I'm back to on hundred percent...." He said so the man besides him wouldn't hear. This man was beginning to remind him of the scientists back in the twelfth division. He leveled a glare to the man in lieu of attacking him.

Explaining the rules to the two, he made himself even less in the mod soul's eyes. He did not like orders. No leaving the track, so no going around the things that his current body won't be able to get past. The first rule wouldn't even matter to the chimera doll, if the second rule didn't forbid the use of reiatsu. He was already regretting joining this guy. Whatever, thoughts for a time when he wasn't in this guy's range. The man he was supposed to be running with looked so into it too, cracking his neck in preparation, and shoving his toothpick of a weapon into the dirt. "Weapons. Who needs 'em?" He said slightly louder, maybe enough to be heard by Vereor.

Not that it really mattered, since the fullbringer took of upon hearing go. The mod soul very nearly did the same, itching to run like the wind. Instead, he let the man to his side take the lead. Asmo's words from moments before were the only reason he started tailing behind the human. Pay attention he said, too impulsive he said. Fine, he can do that. Stopping as his fellow runner attempted to climb the wall, he waited for the man. He got so close to the top too, before he began to slip slowly.

Choosing that moment to act, he lept onto the man's back, before immediately jumping to his head, then the top of the wall, as the fullbringer fell to the dirt. Kaze didn't even bother to turn around. "Heheehehe, thanks for the lift!" Luckily, his toy body had three working heads, one of which was on his tail, letting him snicker while looking at his face. He held no regret for using the human as a spring board. You use all that life gives you to overcome any obstacle. Not that he'd gotten the chance to try that until recently.

If you had use someone to get ahead, just make sure that they weren't pointlessly hurt. So he stayed atop the wall to make sure that he could still get up. Seeing that he could, Kaze hopped forward, and fell to the earth. He landed with a cat-like grace on all four of his paws. He may hate being in a toy.... but it has it's perks. Trotting along he headed towards the next obstacle on this training track. "Honestly, I need to work on my spiritual abilities, not the physical ones. How blind is that guy?" He said lowly, not knowing that insulting a Quincy tends to get you shot.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Vereor seemed to be content with everything that Asmoskon had just told the both of them while Kaze fell back in an attempt to threaten him. Turning his steel gaze back on Kaze "I already crippled you once Kaze. Don't make me do it again." Asmoskon stood there watching as both of his newer recruits rushed off from the start point down the path. He knew that Kaze was faster than Vereor so for whatever reason he was allowing the boy to take the lead. Asmoskon didn't say a word for if Kaze was actually planning something that meant that he was actually using his brain. Perhaps if his attitude could be at least aimed he could be the warrior Asmoskon foresaw.

What unfolded was something worth actually watching which Asmoskon came to realize over the last few months normally wasn't the case. Most of his recruits on the first day had little to actually show him that a normal human couldn't do. It often times got boring and Asmoskon would fall back on training himself while setting them to strength on something specific. As Kaze jumped on Vereor though and used him to get over the wall Asmoskon was actually pleased with how it had been handled. Not many got by it on their first try. However, the problem was that Kaze could have also easily aided Vereor over the wall and had decided not to and kept going.

Now as Kaze and Vereor both got over the wall Asmoskon was suddenly standing there a few feet away from it in the space between the first wall and the second one. He looked over both of them and could tell although Vereor had just ran into the wall the boy could keep going with minimum effort needed beyond the norm. "Alright I've seen enough. This wasn't a test on your physical capabilities. While that played a role in seeing how you would handle the situation it fell back to working together to accomplish it. Kaze you're maneuver was well planned good job. However, I need you to know that as a squad we all need to work together or else anyone of us could end up dead."

Asmoskon had been looking at Kaze again yet this time his facial expressions weren't for some reason all that stern they were still solid just didn't come off as aggressive. He then turned to Vereor. "Vereor don't worry about hitting the wall. Almost every recruit ends up doing so the first time around. You'll soon find that things come much mo-" All of a sudden Asmoskon stopped speaking and his head turned slightly. In the next moment he stepped backwards at full speed making himself blur to Kaze and Vereor. He was just in time for in the next moment five arrows of fire struck the ground where he had been standing.

Asmoskon knew that something like this was going to eventually happen while he was training the new recruits. It wasn't like he hated that she was going about it like this she was using what she could to try and win their little bet. The problem was he had just been talking and now he had to do whatever he could from being hit. If only she could have had slightly better manners and just waited until day two. That wasn't his cousins personality though and now that he had allowed her to flourish into herself Jingu was starting to be a handful.

His cousin was positioned off in the trees about five hundred meters to the right of the training grounds. That was approximately six hundred meters from Vereor, Kaze and Asmoskon's positions. He was quickly narrowing the possibility of where she was firing from when another volley of arrows soared through the air towards him. Bending backwards Asmoskon placed his hands on the ground and then sprung off of it as if his body was made of metal flying backwards through the air evading the arrows. He kept flipping through and air as more arrows barely missed him. He landed on the second wall with a short black bow in his left hand. He raised it and fired off a single arrow.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Vereor and Kaze would both hear the sound of a young girl screaming loudly from the trees. After a few moments they would be able to make out the figure as she walked out from the forest. Then suddenly she was between them and Asmoskon to the right looking up at him as he stood on the second wall looking down at all three of them specifically Jingu though. "You couldn't wait until they're second day. I thought the game would be held off so they could have my full attention Jingu." The beautiful young Quincy turned her gaze towards both men her long black hair swaying as she looked them over. They would both see that she was holding her right bicep as blood poured from a wound. "That's fucking stupid why would I give up the chance to hit you."

[Vereor Ejj]

A half-second from being told that it was enough and the wall test was a lie, Vereor came to a grinding halt, bracing hs arm against the wall to support his rapid acceleration to a stop. Swiveling on his heal immediately, The young man began walking closer to Asmoskon. Keeping his back to Kaze, he was mad that the plush used him without reciprocating. Just wanted to get his rocks off and go home, huh? Fine. Vereor would remember that.

His sensei began to explain his methods of determining their worth to him, but Vereor wasn't paying attention. His mind was too focused on the same recurring thought that kept him up at night and ate his motivation like a pack of zombies at a corpse. This was going to be the same as trying to earn power in his family. To do so, he had to kill the strongest one there. Was that going to be his goal now? To kill Asmoskon?

Studying the Quincy while he spoke, Vereor sighed internally. No, that wasn't the answer. For once, his purpose here was not to kill. Not yet, anyway. That's why he was here, to learn how to kill again, but it wasn't his end-goal. What exactly was Vereor doing here? Learning teamwork mechanics? Furthering his own growth? Those answered seemed like an excuse to him. Eyes glazing over, Memories flooded to his eyes and took over his vision. Everything else melted into blackness while his parents and cousins took their place.

And then they were corpses. Blood dripped from his hands and a morbid stillness occupied the air. Nothing moved, nothing breathed, except Vereor. At eleven years old, he had murdered his entire family to claim his right as ruler. No more with his blood would be bred without his consent and constant tutelage. He did what had to be done then, and he knew very clearly what had to be done. But here? He wasnt quite as in-control as he would have liked to be.

And now, nearly 15 years later, and he was back to square one. He had lived on the sands of Hueco Mundo and among the monsters that ate souls. He had worked with evil masterminds and brutal savages. He was a man who had seen things. And then he died. If it weren't for the fact that his Fullbring pitied him and gave him a second chance, be would have single-handedly wiped out his whole bloodline.

But what did he expect? As a volley of arrows was fired at Asmoskon, the elder Quincy avoiding them with ease, even in the air, before ending the bout with a single shot. Vereor's mind immediately leaped for his sword, but the weapon was in the earth a few meters away and his hand grabbed air. In the time it took Vereor to react, Asmoskon easily deflated the situation. The cause of it, a female who was no doubt Quincy, revealed herself.

Loud, mannerless, and selfish. If you had to pick three words to describe the ragtag group that was starting to form, those would be the most accurate. Each member had a personal agenda and made no indication of hiding it from the others. Growing more and more frustrated as Vereor tried to deal with the full scope of what he was getting himself into, he grit his teeth to try and hide his disapproval from the disapproved.

And then a moment of clarity hit him. Somehow, Asmoskon's words filtered through the rage and confusion in Vereor's brain and brought assurance to the man. "We all need to work together as a squad or else any one of us could end up dead." Maybe it was the fact that they were all so independent by nature and had a personal agenda that would make the group work well. It didn't matter if they weren't always fighting for the same reason. As long as they worked together, they could help each other achieve what they all wanted. The fact that they were all bonding together made them selfless, and brought balance to their forces.

Calming, Vereor's heartbeat slowed to a normal pace. It had skyrocketed earlier and his energy spiked from it, but things were beginning to be set right. Relaxing himself, Vereor grinned. Two Quincy, both a seemingly opposite to the other, a mod-soul, and a murderer. Maybe this could be fun and beneficial, and not turn into another competition. He certainly hoped so, anyway. Retrieving his sword from the ground, Vereor wiped it free of mud and slung the broad weapon over his shoulders. "What's next, Asmoskon? I have a need for speed. How do I make myself go faster?"

[Jikken Kaze]

'That's odd.'' Kaze thought. 'He gave me a compliment. Why does that feel so creepy?' The mod soul thought with a shudder, put off from the positive reinforcement from his once opponent. And it showed, with his face twisting to match someone who just ate a lemon. Sure, he might of followed it up, reprimanding him with teamwork, and whatever his hidden agenda was, but it was still odd to the man. Chimera. Whatever. This is the first time he'd received a compliment, and he already hated them. Or maybe it just Asmoskon, the dude has a crazy murder-boner going on for something.

He would hold this against the man.... if Jikken wasn't exactly the same. Well, he's actually worse. Where the Quincy is more than likely focusing on a group or target, Jikken is the equivalent of grenade: when it went off, it would hit everything in the immediate area. And the sad part was, that grenade would keep going, and going, until everything was dead, or he was. 'There shall be much carnage, the moment I am reunited with my true strength.' Jikken uttered in whatever the mod soul called a mind. 'My power.' He idly responded.

The archer started to reassure the young warrior for not bounding over the wall in one go, something even the mod soul wouldn't have been able to do without his help, when something exciting happened! " Almost every recruit ends up-blah blah blah..." Kaze, through sheer force of will, managed to tune out the both of them! It was beautiful. He couldn't hear anything coming from their mouths! 'Maybe I'll be able to get through this idiocrity that Asmoskon is putting us throu-' *thump*. "!?" The chimera's senses shot back into place after seeing the arrows impact the ground.

"AHH! We're under attack! Battle stations! Let none survive!" Switching to Jikken, as he eyed the fallen, cursing female in a haze of bloodlust. Not hearing the following dialog between the two quincy as he activated his wind armor, the program instantly charged for the woman, using the first half of his step technique known as Caelumintro to close the distance between the two. Using the second half, he attempted to run her through with a reiatsu-charged tackle. "Suffer!" He roared in rage.

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{Hurricane mode} This armor makes him look like a blur, giving him a grayish appearance but still able to see details like his face, but everything takes a grayish hue on his body. This armor is able to block and destroy anything that has less power than his rs, plus 500. This armor lasts 7 posts and costs 300 Reiatsu to activate. This mode can increase his speed by 50%.

300 sprp
Caelumintro: 50 sprp
1150/1500 sprp

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{Stats an' stuff}Strength - [50]
Speed - [150] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [100] Points (+50%=150)
Reiatsu Strength - [290] Points (+50%=435)
Instinct - [100] Points (-35%=65}
Senses [100] Points (-35%=65}
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points]
Light Aura - [50] Points
Dark Aura - [50] Points

Skills
[Cold Tolerance] {2}
[Anti-Stealth] {2}
[Pain Tolerance] {2}
[Street Fighting] {2}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Learning] {2}
[Analysis] {1}

Ooc: I am so sorry I took this long, I have no excuses. Please take this pathetic man's post and apology.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Jingu wasn't the best of moods now that she had a small hole in her left arm. She was angry both due to the pain and how naïve her actual attack had been against her cousin. She hadn't thought through the plan effectively enough to actually get him. There had been a number of mistakes that she assumed wouldn't needed to be corrected due to the fact that he was speaking to the two new recruits. She had been foolish though to think that such a minor distraction would actually put the man that saved her off his guard completely. Her anger was more directed now inwards at herself than at Asmoskon for being able to hit her so easily. She could have fired from the same position yet at a directed angle and guided the arrows towards him making it so her actual location was still hidden yet that hadn't been a priority at the time which meant she had to still work on thinking through combat just as he had told her so many times in the last few weeks.

That was when one of the two behind her started to yell like an idiot. Jingu heard a sudden gust of wind and turned as the Mod Soul charged towards her. Asmoskon from his position standing on the top of the second wall watched. He didn't want unnecessary harm to come upon any of the individuals here yet he knew due to all of the strong personalities and independence here that inner fighting would be inevitable and that eventually everyone would need to know their place. Each of them needed to know where they stood in terms of strengths and weaknesses yet the major goal for all of them would be climbing to the top of the squad as the strongest individual something Asmoskon was hoping would push them to unlock their true potentials.

Jingu went right into action jumping to the left while moving backwards and raising her right hand up as she focused her reiatsu into her hand. She had yet to utilize this brand new technique against anyone in battle. In all truth she had only just obtained the true strength of it and had been planning on surprising Asmoskon with its usage to such a degree. Just as the small toy form of the Mod Soul was getting close to her lightning seemed to just ignite around her right hand. Jingu's feet dug into the dirt as she thrust her hand forwards. However, just as that occurred the Mod Soul utilized his step technique and Jingu had left herself open being tackled in the gut. She felt the wind around the doll as if it were blades cutting into her body until she was forced backwards onto the ground.

Asmoskon stood at the top of the wall and sighed outwardly in disappointment. Jingu was leaving herself open to virtually everything it seemed just because she was allowing her own self esteem cloud her judgment on just how serious she should be against the Mod Soul. He knew that she wouldn't stay down and had only sustained a small variety of minor and heavy damage. Nothing that she wouldn't be able to heal completely from by tomorrow so the matter wasn't anything to stress about. What was more troubling was that Kaze was acting on his own accord like this and it happened from what Asmoskon could tell right as the arrow Jingu had tried to hit him with embedded into the ground. It was something along the lines of Post Traumatic Stress and he would need to speak with Cynthia about it later and come up with how they could cure him of the problem in the near future.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Alright been basically 2 months since anyone posted. Time to end it

[Jikken Kaze]

Ooc: it wasn't my turn, was it?

[Zeich Yajuu]

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