Post by Arantima Kawada on Aug 1, 2017 21:46:50 GMT -5
(CTP)
Arantima stepped into the training grounds. Slowly, Trepidation in his steps, he looked out over the Training grounds before finally stepping around. He Looked at the Repaired walls and nods, the walls had been fixed before he had been able to return to the Squad barracks. He had left the training grounds after grabbing hold of his new zanpakuto and his form growing slightly. The New body took some getting used to, but once he was more used to the Height he found a more smooth use of his Sealed blade.
He Had Sent word for Hotaru to meet him here at the Training grounds as they always have. The Body, while different was just a taller more lithe Arantima, And his Spiritual pressure was Heavy. The Gravity that surrounded him was gnarly and and pulsating, The body was deadly, and his spiritual pressure was also menacing but the Juxtaposition between those and those smiling eyes and face was stark. Arantima was a Neutral being, in heart and soul and in presence but not by being passive, he was a onslught of the most dissonant things, a harsh presence with a comforting visage.
He was a Storm of Rage and kindness, he has grown much since he stood there with his body shaking, barely able to swing his broken sword. He Draws his new blade, and stands still holding himself steady with his blade in his special way. The palms of his hands against the flats of his blade with his thumbs hooked around the edges safely to hold the blade up. He Keeps his eyes closed, and lets the time around him pass away. He Has learned the name of his Zanpakuto, but has not mastered its full power just yet.
The World around him melts away as he meditates, his body has leveled into a tranquil position that rises and falls with his breath gently. The Body standing there would look like a Alabaster statue with his Pale flesh, but the clothes and the Hair that move in the wind give away the life trappped within him. He stays this way for a long while, The wind blowing around him until he sways his body side to side. The Motion moving his blade until he flips the sword into the sky spinning the blade before placing his hands together as if in prayer with his elbows farther apart, creating a odd cradle for his sword.
The Blade lands on his arm cradle, flat with a slight bounce. When the blade settles Arantima slides down to kneel looking like a praying monk. He is looking like a preparing monk for a Trance, the training grounds Empty at the Request of Himself. The Shinigami complained at first but were reminded about the last time That Hotaru and Arantima Sparred in the Training grounds. They all immediately stopped complaining and nodded with wide eyes. A few of the other hopeful Seated Shinigami asked why he was going to spar again. He Simply waived them off and told them he was training specially.
I am going to have to prove myself.. this time i will do it. This time i will Impress her enough to take Seat 2. He Mutters to himself under his breath, mantra more than likely. The World around me is weightless. The Sky and earth are separated. I am the body of pressure and force, and from My Soul There is relief. He Repeats this mantra through the time while he waits for Hotaru to come and meet him. The Wait admittedly will probably not be too long.
Arantima stepped into the training grounds. Slowly, Trepidation in his steps, he looked out over the Training grounds before finally stepping around. He Looked at the Repaired walls and nods, the walls had been fixed before he had been able to return to the Squad barracks. He had left the training grounds after grabbing hold of his new zanpakuto and his form growing slightly. The New body took some getting used to, but once he was more used to the Height he found a more smooth use of his Sealed blade.
He Had Sent word for Hotaru to meet him here at the Training grounds as they always have. The Body, while different was just a taller more lithe Arantima, And his Spiritual pressure was Heavy. The Gravity that surrounded him was gnarly and and pulsating, The body was deadly, and his spiritual pressure was also menacing but the Juxtaposition between those and those smiling eyes and face was stark. Arantima was a Neutral being, in heart and soul and in presence but not by being passive, he was a onslught of the most dissonant things, a harsh presence with a comforting visage.
He was a Storm of Rage and kindness, he has grown much since he stood there with his body shaking, barely able to swing his broken sword. He Draws his new blade, and stands still holding himself steady with his blade in his special way. The palms of his hands against the flats of his blade with his thumbs hooked around the edges safely to hold the blade up. He Keeps his eyes closed, and lets the time around him pass away. He Has learned the name of his Zanpakuto, but has not mastered its full power just yet.
The World around him melts away as he meditates, his body has leveled into a tranquil position that rises and falls with his breath gently. The Body standing there would look like a Alabaster statue with his Pale flesh, but the clothes and the Hair that move in the wind give away the life trappped within him. He stays this way for a long while, The wind blowing around him until he sways his body side to side. The Motion moving his blade until he flips the sword into the sky spinning the blade before placing his hands together as if in prayer with his elbows farther apart, creating a odd cradle for his sword.
The Blade lands on his arm cradle, flat with a slight bounce. When the blade settles Arantima slides down to kneel looking like a praying monk. He is looking like a preparing monk for a Trance, the training grounds Empty at the Request of Himself. The Shinigami complained at first but were reminded about the last time That Hotaru and Arantima Sparred in the Training grounds. They all immediately stopped complaining and nodded with wide eyes. A few of the other hopeful Seated Shinigami asked why he was going to spar again. He Simply waived them off and told them he was training specially.
I am going to have to prove myself.. this time i will do it. This time i will Impress her enough to take Seat 2. He Mutters to himself under his breath, mantra more than likely. The World around me is weightless. The Sky and earth are separated. I am the body of pressure and force, and from My Soul There is relief. He Repeats this mantra through the time while he waits for Hotaru to come and meet him. The Wait admittedly will probably not be too long.