The Roar of Rasan Naga [Solo, R]

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Sat down beneath the Doragonzutsuri and stared down at his blade, a mix of frustration and of anger in his features as he glared. He wasn't touching the blade, Staring at it as it stood at an angle, having been driven into the ground in-front of Arantima Several long hours ago. Arantima was running through what had happened during his Training with Shokan and How His Zanpakuto Spirit had Abused and Beaten him in the inner world. He is Right.. you are Weak. the words of hius Zanpakuto shattered his concentration as he remembered them.

He Growled and Drew his Sword from the ground, shouting, making no words just noise directed right at the blade. Screaming at it like you would a wall or someone you were so frustrated at you couldn't put to words how you feel so you can only yell. The Blade didn't react, it only remained dormant. He Shuddered and quivered with rage at the lack of response "I Am only Weak because You are keeping all my power for yourself!" He Swings the blade to the side, going until he feels the blade bite into the Tree at his right. The Blade then shudders as the Tree violently Shakes, making it's Roar that has made it famous.

His Vision is blurred a moment as a Forceful jolt rocks through his entire being almost throwing him away from his seat if he hadn't had a hold on his Zanpkauto. His Arm Begins to Crunch and Crack, Bending at odd angles and his blood pumps so hard through his body that several blood vessels burst, forcing blood to stream down his nose and tears of blood stream down his face. "You Stupid Boy!! If I Gave you even a fraction of your power before you were ready for it, Your pitiful existence would be eradicated from this world in a greasy red mist!" The Voice of his Zanpkauto Bursts in his head like someone turned on a loud speaker in his mind.

He Closed his eyes and Focused on entering his inner world, finding that he couldn't, finding only a pair of Red and violent looking Dragons eyes "You Dare try and enter my World Samuraiii!!?? Are you prepared to Fight me? Are You prepared to Die Aoire?!? Prepared to be broken again to Gain  your power?!? Then Come for me, but when we meet I will not go easy on you Arantima. You Will have to beat me to the ground and Steal my True form from me Samuraii!" He Opens the gate to the inner realm, giving Arantima the choice to step through or stay where he is.

Arantima takes a Deep breath, Centers himself and tugs his blade from the tree, setting it in his customary meditative position. the flats of his palsm are resting against the flat sides of his blade with his thumbs wrapped around the blades edge, a dangerous way to hold the blade to be certain but a fancy one. He Breathes steadily and evenly, ccalming his mand and shaking off the temporary pain his Zanpkauto spirit had inflicted upon him to ready himself. He knew that his spirit would not lie to him, he knew that his Spirit would not try and trick him or even make his afraid so he would not advance, If he lost this, he would die.

He Opens his eyes and it seated in his inner world on the Sea, still red with his blood from before. He Stands slowly and Bows to the north, south, east and West direction as best he can tell from where he is standing. He Looks up and Down, A Storm unlike any he has ever Seen raging above him but somehow the Violent wind and rain are not reaching him, and below the surface of the water the bloody sea is churning and rapidly creating whirlpools. From Above in the storm a Comet-like object comes hurtling towards Arantima.

And From Below a object of similar size Begins to fly up through the Bloody water, Breaching and raining down a subtle mist just as the Comet-like object lands, creating a soft ripple on the water. They Both appear to be Arantima, clones of a sort with Differences that are not easy to make out until he really sees them move.  As The one who fell from the sky moves his features distort like Mist or Clouds through the air. As the one who rose from the water moves His Features seem to Blend and muddle like water rippling.

They Each carry a Sword just like Arantima's Dragon Soul blade that he creates With pressurized Gravitation, and like a clone of His Dragons Whisker Blades. However the blade that each of these Clones Carries seems to have a property of its own much like the clone. The Wind Clones blade Appears to be made of Ash, Where the Blade of the Water based Clone seems to be made of Ice and frost. Arantima doesn't move to draw his own blade as he knows he does not have one, this is not meant to be a fair fight and he understands this.

The Clones Do not Bow to him or even give him a chance to speak to them, Charging him in unison. They split off mid charge and Move to flank him in a pincer strike. Arantima Notes that they are not moving much faster than he is capable of moving and nods to himself as he Shoots out both of his hands to the right and left "The Crashing Waves of Rage Consume you, the Heart of a Tyrant rages within. The Winds of Vengeance howl in the night! Hado Number 1, Sho!" Arantima keeps his gaze Down as he Blows both of his clones backward away from himself violently.

He lets out a gentle breath after doing this and rolls his shoulders once, a movement so slight that only he is certain that he performed it. He Disappears a Moment from his position, leaving a small ripple in the water below him as he takes a Step With Shunpo appearing behind the one that has the ice Blade. He doesn't hesitate, knowing how to dismantle himself swiftly. He Thrusts a sharp blow into the back of the clones neck, whispering "Sho...". The Clone makes a Disgusting sound as the force shatters his neck and crushes it's throat from behind.

Arantima grabs the Suffocating Clone and pulls it close to himself in a Bear hug from behind. His Eyes Go wide however as he feels a Blade sink into his back from behind, slipping all the way through his stomach region from behind. The only Benefit to this is that the Spine of the Clone he had Just broke the neck of is severed by the thrust just before the blade is pulled from Arantima. Arantima falls forward, letting go of the falling body of his Ice blade weilding clone as he himself falls down onto his hands and knees.

The Clone Behind Him, the one with the ash blade just scoffs and clicks its tongue. It Doesn't speak, becuase it doesn't need to, Arantima has already thought what it would have said What kind of vile beast are you that you can cut yourself down without a thought, all in the pursuit of power.. that thought rings out in his mind as he watches the dieing body of the ice blade wielding clone sinking down into the crushing bloody sea. The odd thing that strikes Arantima as the body sinks, the blade it had been weilding remains on the Surface of the water.

Arantima grabs the blade and uses it as a crutch to try and pull himself up and off of his hands and knees. Coughing up blood and gargling as a form of pained and anger filled growl. "Had You Been a Step to the left You would be Dead Arantima. And you think you are ready to feel the Surging power of the Dragon?!?! Arrogant Little Bastard!!" A Thunder clap erupts through the Sky and a golden stream of lightning strikes the Ash blade Wielding clone, giving his a pair of Golden bracers on his arms.

"Face your own true power! Feel What that Kawada Should have felt when he dared Mock us! I Grant that Clone only One third of your actual potential.. You will Not survive this Samuraiii!! A Loud roar erupts through the sky just as Arantima reaches a full stand. Arantima Turns, Holding his newly acquired blade backhanded only to see His Clone move Three Times as fast as he can normaly, he isn't using any Shunpo or other techniques, he is just dashing straight at Tima with the intent to kill.

Arantima's Eyes Grow wide as his clone slashes.. But he is no where in he clones range? Arantima is exceedingly confused before he feels the pain rushing up inside of his body, like he is being cooked from the inside out. A gout of Flame erupts out the front and back of the stab wound he had received not a moment before. The benefit of this is that his bleeding is stopped by cauterization, but he was just subjected to a blast of fire from the inside, not pleasant by any stretch.  As Arantima is recovering from this attack his clone finally comes into range and slashes again. Arantima Barely Has time to block the Blade, but in doing so his own blade is sliced cleanly in half.

Reduced to a 2 foot half sword now and receiving a Large slash to his midsection Arantima takes a Slioght jump back, only for his clone to flick its blade through the air, and act like a Samurai sheathing his blade after a kill. Just as the Clones blade clicks into the Sheathe fully Arantima's new cut erupts with flames knocking him flying back across the water, spitting up blood as he falls and tumbles ass over tea-kettle to a Halt on his hands and knees. "Just as I .. *Cough* Thought.. Holding all of this power back from me.. hoping I would die so you can find a new master!"



He Looks up to his clone with a Rage and hatred in his eyes, his eyes replaced by a pair of Red Dragons eyes, Burning and Roiling like Molten gold in a crucible. He Punches the Water below him, splashing upward as he Lets out a inhuman roar, shaking the very Air around himself. He Roars again and this time the Pressure and force of it erupt forward, Knocking the clone off of it's feet and lacerating it slightly as it does so. Arantima Takes this Moment To Rush forward with shunpo, Pressing his Temporary advantage and unleashing a Barrage of relentless and Raging strikes.

Arantima Does not usually fight this way, he is much more level headed and precise, but these strikes are wild. He is attacking and rushing for any opening, attacking anything in his Clones defense that seems weak or off center.  His Clone is Parrying and blocking his blows easily however, As if he is fighting a Much weaker version of Shokan kawada that looks like himself. The Clone Finally Thrusts a palm forward and Blasts Arantima Backward with his Own Hado, Sho. The Clone Follows Arantima's Flight backward with surprising ease, slashing at him once again.

Arantima Doesn't panic, the rage coursing through his mind and veins right now forcing him to press the attack, even in a position where he should be completely Defensive. He Curls into a ball, Flipping his weight so that the spin he is currently in accelerates before springing his body forward, thrusting his short and broken blade towards his clone. the Attack catches it off guard, but doesn't strike it. The Clone See the Blade coming and stops it's advance just in time to avoid it but also keeps itself out of range for another slice at Tima.

[Arantima Kawada]

Hoping I would die so you can find a new master! Arantima's Words Rang through Rasan Naga's Heart like a cold chill and he clutched at his chest. He Now knew how the boy felt about this situation, how he felt about his weakness. The truth be told, it was true that he was withholding and Sealing the Boys powers, but not becuase he wanted him to die, it was becuase he wanted Arantima to have a True respect for what power meant. He Knew that Arantima Could handle being Weak if it meant he could help the most people, be able to relate and speak with the widest array of those that needed him.

As Arantima Let himself feel the rage that Built up in him over Seven hundred years Rasana Naga nodded up in his Palace of clouds. He knew this was one of the Barriers That Arantima Had to break in order to Control his own power. He Had broken the barrier of Self Long ago when he was alive, and he now had to break through the barrier of Loss. Arantima had to Accept that the rage over the loss of his mothers life and his own loss was natural, it was something he should let himself feel. He Also had to accept that nothing would be fair for the weak in this world, not ever.

Rasan nage watched from above as Arantima Fought with the clones below and sighed with each blow they shared. The Fight below was raging and Making this Spirit world Quake with their rage and anguish. Rasan naga Tilted his head as Arantima Roared and Blew back his Clone with Doragonzurejji, without wearing the bracers. Rasan naga then smirked and nodded The boy was always a dragon, that is why I am what I am.. He Watches for a few moments longer, seeing arantima Still actually keeping up with himself in a Semi released state.

Rasan Naga Roars and Floats down swiftly, Landing between Arantima and his Clone. both Arantima and his clone suddenly Felt an immense pressure weighing down on both of them, knocking them both down onto their hands and knees only barely able to kep that position. The Clone dissipates and so does the blade that Arantima was weilding as Rasan Naga walks up to Arantima and blows a Smokey jet of air over his form, healing all of his wounds. "Rise To your feet Samuraaii! Show me you still can Fight against the bonds of Weakness.. " He Stares at Arantima intently.

Arantima Looks up Towards Rasan Naga with those intense red/gold eyes and stares him down for a long moment before forcing himself to stand. The joints in his arms and legs creak and groan with stress as he does but he manages to stand. Arantima is panting and growling violently, his chest heaving with each heavy breathe. Rasan naga stands to his full height on his back legs of about 8 Feet tall and looks down to tima with a stern but un-judging gaze. "I Sap away all of the power you gain becuase in doing so i prepare you for the worst.. While allowing you to grow Humbly. I Hold all of your boundless rage in check so that you do not waste it on those unworthy of the rage of a dragon. I Have held you back to see if you will be the Noble Samurai I knew you to be."

Arantima's whole body relaxes at Rasan Naga's words, the realization of it all hitting him deeply within his own soul. He knows all of that to be true, and he knows that had he gained strength as any normal Shinigami would have over the course of his training he would have turned out arrogant, unable to see normal people as valuable.  Arantima begins to cry, not a sobbing cry but tears stream down from his eyes as he feels the sorrow and regret that his earlier words have brought him.  Rasan Naga winds down, wrapping his Serpent like for around Arantima from the waist up, resting his head agianst his shoulder and closing his eyes.

As Rasan Naga Does this Arantima Falls to his knees and Lets out All of his rage and sorrow, Every Tear unshed for the death of his mother, every Raging Roar and Sorrowful cry that he never allowed himself to utter was unleashed within His inner world. As He did so the world Solidified once more, The seas calmed and become pristine and clear, the Cloudy sky stopped raging and was a Clam grey cloud cover once again. In the distance, the Five storms reformed and Arantima knew each one and it's purpose. Hama Noe, The Frozen Mist of Absolution. Kamu Arashi, The Raging Tempest to Calm the souls torment. Hasui Ame, The Gentle Rain storm to wash away the taint of Evil. Asshukuraudo, The Fire storm reminding the world of the unbearable heat of passion. Kuraudobāsuto, the Wind storm the guides all to Heaven.

The Final Thunder clap raged in the sky as Arantima's sobbing came to a close, and a whisper escaped Arantima's lips "Doragonzurejji.. The Shredding Thunder to Kill the sinner.." He took in a Shuddering breath and Rasan naga let out a smokey gust of air from his nostrils again "You Can not Command all Five Storms at once Samuraaii. Before the rage takes your mind you must pick which storm to bring to bear. I Can only guide you Slightly in the choice, and once you are Lost to the Rage of Dragons You will only know that Kamu Arashi is your Strongest Storm."

Arantima Looked around and nodded, not ready to speak again just yet, standing up and looking down at his arms which were now covered in golden bracers, modeled after roaring dragons heads. He flexed his hands and then blinked as he reached down and pulled the hem of his Hakama pants up, showing that he was wearing a matchign set on his ankles.  "This is my True form.. You do not need a Blade when you Wield me, for you will be so physically powerful were you to weild a Blade you would Cut through anyone around you. The World would look upon the edge of it and be blinded as their eyes were cut just from passing along it's edge. "

Arantima just marveled at the Bracers, before looking up to one of the storms. He Thought hard about the storm and was suddenly in the heart of it. He Stood in the center of a burning cloud of ash and hailing embers that rained dwon from the storm clouds above that arced with a red/orange lightning. He Thought of another storm and was suddenly in the center of Hama Noe, the icy mist around his waist felt cool to the touch and soothing. He Moved between each storm like this, experiencing it all and marveling at its elegance and ferocity all at once.

After Arantima has visited and experienced all of his Storms, Rasan Naga Uncoils from Arantima's Body. He lets out a gentle roaring sound and The bracers on Arantima's hands and Ankles shatter and form into the Blade that Arantima knows all too well. "Take me up Arantima, I will show you how to Unleash our might onto the world." He smiles as Arantima Take the blade in his hand tightly, Holding it at the ready, preparing himself for any instruction about to be given. "Take the Blade as you do in your meditation, and Focus all of your efforts and thoughts into summoning your rage.. Then Speak my name, you have known it all along. Call me, Call out my name and Make the Dragons Tree Truly Roar for the first time!!"

Arantima's Eyes Snap open in Reality and he looks around, the Sky is sunny and looking like it will remain that way for a good long time. He looks around again and see that there are no people around, nodding to himself as he takes a breath, letting it out as he says softly, just barely above a whisper "Roar like thunder and Shred.. Naga.." The Blade in his hands shatters into dust, Flowing around his wrists and ankles before solidifying into the Golden Dragon bracers he used in his inner world.

[Arantima Kawada]

As The bracers finish forming Arantima's Body Swells slightly, his Muscles bulging and growing, not too large but enough so that he doesn't look like a Stick figure given life. He blinks as his eyes adjust and he can suddenly see things that would bypass most humans and even the majority of most Shinigami. He Stands, and for the first time in his life his body felt absolutly weightless, as if he was made of air.  He Flexes his muscles, all of them at once and the Air around him shudders with the sudden burst of kinetic energy bursting around him.

He moved around and felt his body flowing smoothly, he was powerful but still slow in comparison to that strength, even if he was faster than the average individual. He Looked around and then looked at the Doragonzutsurii, closing his eyes as he Lets loose a Single punch to the tree, with all of his power. The Blow impacting the Tree harshly, but with such force being concentrated into a Single spot it didn't obliterate the tree, instead it compressed the wood where his fist had struck, leaving a Slightly Cracked fist shape in the tree before the Kinetic force erupted out around the tree and Arantima.

The Roar from the tree was ear shattering, all of the branches and leaves rustled and moved through the air, creaking and groaning with the motion. Tima Stood Totally Still once that blow landed and he started to breathe heavily, his shoulders rizing and falling swiftly with his fast and heavy breathing. What is this?! My Blood is boiling.. My Fists want to break, tear and shred.. Rasan Naga, What is this? His mind is growing foggier and foggier before he opens his eyes again and he Streaks across the Open area he has around the Tree and then back to the tree.

He is Snarling at this point, like a Broken minded animal, using Shunpo to Flash between points in the Courtyard before finally he begins to unleash an onslaught up the trees trunk. Blow after blow being unloaded into the trunk of the Dragons Tree causing roar after loud roar. The Punches are Creating divots in the tree that are deepening with each successive blow and a Deep crack is starting to form up the center of the tree. Arantima can not hold himself back however as he punches three more times, right.. Left.. Both fists at once before leaning into a Sparta kick.

The Roaring sound that escapes Arantima's mouth as he splits the tree down the center with his kick is in-human, He Steps through the shattered Remnants of his once Beloved Tree and Flexes again, Creating a Disturbance in the air around himself as he looks side to side, Tilting his head to the left and right, cracking his neck before Flash stepping Several Hundred yards in an instant, once, Twice, Three times. He Continues To Make his way out of the Rukongai and into the forested outskirts of the Rukon district.

He Stops at the edge of the Forest and looks around a Moment, Still unable to sense spiritual pressure, he relies on his senses to spot movement. He Runs through the Forest at the edge fo the Rukongai, Almost inviting Hollows to Hunt him, To even try and find him. He makes his way to a Clearing about 1500 square feet in area. Arantima Steps into the center of it slowly with a smirk on his face as a Hollow steps into it from the other side, a mindless beast of a Hollow just shouting and screaming at Arantima Before Charging.

Arantima Looks up and tenses, he speaks plainly "Hama Noe.. The mist clings, but do not cling to it for it will shred your soul" He looks up as a Storm cloud begins to spiral out from a Central point above himself, Until it reaches out 20 feet in every direction, Covering a 1200 square foot circular Zone around himself. He looks above himself and then at the Hollow who skids to a halt, sniffing at the mist that forms under the cloud cover. He Sticks his mask deeply into the mist to scent it and gets covered in frost.

He Pulls back from the edge of the mist and rubs it off his mask, howling loudly before charging into the mist, bounding in on all fours, making the fatal mistake of falling into the Mist head to toe. Arantima Flexes and lets the Ripple of energy erupt around him once again before dropping down into a Tai-Chi Stance and Moving his hands in a Flowing manner like a Water bender might to use the Water whip, only instead of a Whip a Dragon of Mist Erupts out of the Mist and Engulfs the Hollow. He is now covered in a Fairly Thick layer of Frost, but he hasn't stopped charging at Arantima.

Arantima Just shakes his head And Catches the Hollow as it Lunges for Arantima and then wails out in a severe pain as a Crack appears down it's mask, not from the force of Arantima's hand but just from the contact with it. The Hollow had been covered in Two layers of frost from Hama noe and now it only needed to be touched once more by Arantima's hand to be utterly Destroyed.  Arantima held the Hollow there a moment before pulling his hand back and forcing it forward, tapping it in the same place he had touched it second before.

A Rumbling Emanates from the Mist around the hollow before  Five dragons erupt out around it and Coil around the beast. All sight of the hollow is lost for a few seconds before the mist returns to its tranquil state and the dragons retreat into it.  He stops  at that moment and with a sweep of his hand the Storm blows itself away, Disppearing as if it had never been. He Flashes back to the Dragons Tree, To find a Few people gawking and murmuring about what could have done this, and why. Arantima Steps into the air, Riding The dragon Summoned By Kuraudobāsuto

"The Dragon Residing inside the Tree has been Awoken.. Do Not Worry For the tree.. It will be cared for even in this state." After the people leave the area he Steps down off of his Dragon and as he does, The Golden bracers Shatter, Dropping him down onto his hands and knees. He pants and looks up to the tree as he barely making it to a kneeling position, exhausted and drained wholly from that experience. He Crawls to his Mat at the base of the tree, placing one hand on it before passing completely out.

[Amagai Kuchiki]

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