The Golden Gates of Tenryu Satsujin quake. (Solo, R, Closed)

[Arantima Kawada]

(CTP please)

Arantima walked the Edges of the Academy, Having recovered through his stay in the Squad 4 Hospital. He was Lost, and he could feel it, the lack of something that had been a part of himself for so long but now was.. gone. The strange part that he was now here to contemplate however was the fact that he could not recall when he had received the Blade in the first place. He had arrived in the soul society with a set of Knuckle dusters, but no.. those were lost to him around the time he had found the Blade he now knew to be Rasen naga.

The Blade was Cracked and broken.. And had just.. Been there with him? The dusters were first and then the transition to blade was Like he woke up one day and the dusters were a sword and he.. Was ok with it? He had never questioned the change until now, until the blade was gone and out of his hands. He could feel something Nagging at the back of his mind that something was wrong about the entire situation.  And then he stood, wide eyes and sweating, his first interaction with Rasen Naga had been one of subservience, one of.. Being beaten down..

He Looks at his hands and down at the scar at his chest and then looks up to the sky He Didn't feel any stronger without Rasen naga, but he knew that something wasn't Taken his power away from him. For the first time in his life he felt whole, He felt like there was something.. Something he was pouring his power into, and not because he didn't want to, but because he knew that by doing so he created a balance in his own soul, in his own body. That something just wasn't finished yet, and that something ould be elegant.

He Looked around and nodded once more for himself than anything before flash stepping away, One step took him to the Squad 10 Barracks, 2 Steps to the Squad 11 Barracks from there, and a third Step taking him All the Way to the Senzaikyu Tower.  He lands at the outskirts of the hill adjacent to the tower and Stands with his back to it, kneeling down and looking out over the Seireitei and the people moving down below himself and then out into the seemingly endless horizon.  His gaze was deep and yet glazed over, he was meditating on what the lack of loss he felt when he lost rasen naga meant.

When the Blade was reforged within Astaroth he did not feel a re-connection, when he picked up the blade and used it to slay the Demon he did not feel like that blade belonged to him any longer.. he did not in-fact feel any soul within the blade at all. The World felt fine, his soul felt whole still, but unused. He Felt like a being that was free of a burden he had been carrying though. Something was lifting about himself and he was free to discover himself once more.  He had spent so long trying to force a  Release from that broken Sword that he had never once thought was that HIS Sword.

[Arantima Kawada]

Deep Down below the sea within Arantima's inner world, the Temple where he believed Rasen naga to reside slumbers still. the Walls and gates never having been opened, in truth because Arantima was afraid to disturb the Dragon in it's lair. The Gate shakes, just slightly just for a moment. The Body of the temple which seems to have laid dormant until now shakes once more, crust crumbling off the outside of it. The Stoney exterior Chipping and falling away, the Golden walls underneath the crusted buildup glowing out from under those cracks and missing pieces.

The Shaking is timed, slowly, though still timed. It feels like someone knocking at a door, over dramatically giving a solid knock and waiting for it to echo before knocking again. The Knocking gets more powerful and more insistent as time passes, but it is still under the water. Now after the layers of crud and calcified silt have fallen away there is a visible lock.. on the outside of the temple. Soon enough the Temple is Completely Exposed, the knocking heard even from the surface of the Great Calm sea within Arantima's inner world, but he is not there to listen.

Arantima is At the Training Grounds of Squad 10, Utilizing his pressurized Gravitation Blades, and practicing with them. it is always a Spectacle when he does so, Creating blades out of nothing but Willpower and Gravitational pressure crushing reaitsu into spectral blades. He Spins and fights like a Dragon winding through the air, hissing and roaring as he does so. Taking on Sparring partners on occasion resting when he must as this Technique gets more and more draining as he gets stronger. When he can no longer use his Spirit Blades he moves down to Hakuda.

Sparring with some of the other members of Squad 10, utilizing Do and Mushi strongly to keep himself relevant against some of the faster members of the squad. He Falls into a rhythm of training with the Lower ranked shinigami of Squad 10, Smiling and laughing with them while they rest, and pushing himself to keep up with them. it is not long until some of the more upstart ones begin to poke and prod about his release, Asking him to show it off. Arantima Just hangs his head and with a sigh tells them that his Zanpakuto has been lost to him.

He Gets a Few strange looks and questions about the Gravitation Blades he makes, some of the Shinigami there had apparently thought that was his release. He Chuckled and told them that was flattering but that he could tech them how to do such a thing should they wish to learn. He Had a Few takers, A Small class of maybe 6 students came to see him the very next day. He Started tot each them in much the same way he was taught, though with less of a life threatening time frame.  The problem was with the constant need to summon his own blade he was getting worn out easily.

His Students saw this and he reassured them it was just his condition. He knew that without his Zanpakuto he was weak, he told his students that they would all be able to utilize this blade far more effectively than himself. They all nodded to him and while he was resting they took to Sparring with their Gravitation blades. He Smiled at them and settled down into a meditation. This was Going well, he could still help guide the rest of the Squad even without his Zanpakuto. He was a Determined man and they could see that.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima sat there in meditation for a Good long while. He Could not Sense Spiritual pressure like everyone else could but he was aware of the Gravitation pressure that everyone exerted around him, and the constant fluxuations of it that were occurring around him. He smirked at the constant shifts in pressure around himself as they summoned and dismissed their blades. He kept his eyes closed as he began to speak "I Want you all to Stop and come sit with me a moment." He Listened only as they all shifted and moved to sit before him.

He Kept his eyes closed and let the air quiet down before continuing "There is an important Focus of these blades you can create. How they are forged and why they make such a drastic shift in a battle." He Looks out acrossed all of them now. His Gaze is stern and serious "These Blades, they are formed out of the very Gravity that you exert on the world around you. Compressing that force into a blade you can hold and manipulate. i want you all to settle in and focus on the pressure that i exert on the Air around us now."

Arantima let out just a bit of his control, the Hard and tight control over himself that he exerts while sealed like this. He lets the bindings slip just a bit and doing so makes more than a few of the unseated shinigami sweat and one of them has to readjust himself to even stay upright. He Nods and Then Forms his Twin blades, slowly, forming the blade from hilt to tip in a smooth sequence as the pressure is suddenly sucked out of the atmosphere and into his hands, the Students are all relieved and begin to nod and mutter to each other understanding the explanation.

"this does not make you impossible to detect, But it does make you difficult to gauge by someone untrained.. Likewise, there is a way to weaponise this Sudden Change but.. one must be careful becuase the damage caused by such a change would be gruesome to behold." He looks across at each of them before simply nodding and standing. He looks around the Training ground and asks the student who is closest in power to himself to walk a fair distance away from the others. He Dismisses his Blade and lets them both get accustomed to the area for a moment.

He Then Exerts his Gravitational pressure only over a small area, about 15 feet away at the most so that the others arent crushed as well. The student shifts a bit but stays standing tall with a gritted grin, that is until Arantima summons his blade, twirling swiftly in a quick strike.. The pressure in the air suddenly leaving the Student caught off balance, being suddenly so light he shifts backward to dodge. Just as the blade would strike the student however the Blade shatters and Arantima is exerting his pressure on the Boy once again. The Boy now in a very unstable footing is slammed down to the ground.

[Arantima Kawada]

The Knocking continues. Now Causing more than a few small waves to form over the normally glass like waves within Arantima's Realm. A Voice from within the Temple Rages, the words uncertain and meaningless to the empty world around it, not yet able to break through Arantima's Consciousness. The Sea began to rage, and Arantima was being affected by this but he did not notice until just then, when he was moving to strike the young Shinigami he was training he had not planned on doing that, not at first.

The young shinigami on the floor looked up at Arantima who had knelt down and held his fist back like he was going to punch the poor kid. Arantima instead held out his hand with a Smile "Do you see? Having someone Get Accustomed to one weight, Shifting them to another long enough to set them off balance and then back.. Anything can be useful in a fight so long as one understands that things need time to be set up before they are enacted." He looks out to the others who are clapping softly and nodding amongst each other.

He Sends the boy off to the rest to continue his practicing As he was going to grab a Glass of water. He Walked off towards the Table where the water jugs were held and as he poured himself a small cup of water he looked deep into the still reflective surface of the water, and in the water he saw the temple for the first time. He blinked once before looking around and then back to the water. It was just a reflection of his own face. He Looked out to the students practicing and nodded once, he would have time to take some for himself now.

He Found a Secluded corner or the Training grounds and sat, a fresh cup of water poured after he had his fill resting in his lap now as he stared down into the water. The Water Flashing with ripples, the Same Rhythm as the pounding coming from the temple gates within his inner world. His inner world, he saw flashes of it and he knew what it was. He Shrugged and rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, he always believed his inner world the place where his Zanpakuto Spirit resides. But here it was, being shown to him and him without a Zanpakuto.

As soon as that thought Peirced his mind he was shown a blade hovering over the water within his inner world Come grasp me Arantima Aoire.. Rasen naga was a parasite who stole our powers.. And Locked me away within my own temple.. But i hid the key, hid the key and waited for you to cast him away. Grasp the key and free me.. please Arantima, The Sleeping dragon must sleep no longer. We must Take to the heavens and slay the old dragon, swallow him whole and be reborn.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Nodded once, simply, as if replying to something unheard. He heard it though a Softer voice than he had heard before, a voice he knew and yet had never heard before. it was a safe voice and a recognized one, one that could be trusted. He Reached into the bowl and his hand sunk deep into the water, grasping the hilt of a Blade that he knew he would have to stand to draw properly. He Stood and out from the Cup of water he pulled a 6 and a half foot long Western styled Sword still in its scabbard, a Dutch styled Side sword.

The Blade flicked out to the side as he discarded the scabbard for a moment. The blade sang through the air, and as his swung it about it felt almost weightless to him. The length was something he was used to, a Sword taller than himself, though.. Not by much. He Shrugged his shoulders and Let himself adjust, he drew out not only a sword but His Hair Cascaded down around his shoulders, and his Form had gotten more lithe, taller.  He Blinked a Bit and nodded as he knelt down and gathered his scabbard to sheathe his blade.

There was a Crowd gathering around him and he met with each of their gazes before Flash stepping away to his Quarters in the barracks to meditate on what had just occurred.. He and his Zanpakuto had some self discovery to achieve, and the only true way to do that was by A brief time of Solitude, and Meditation. He was not unaccustomed to training within his inner world, and it was something he almost was eager to experience again.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

120 CTP given to Arantima.