Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 16:33:03 GMT -5
Training for SP
“I can do this,” Adolf mumbled to himself, staring out into the pitch black horizon atop a desert of white. He took a deep breath, and glanced around himself. He wanted to make sure nobody else was around him. The surprise of his release was something he wanted to leave as a surprise to anyone he managed to get into combat with. For now, though, combat was the least of his concern. He just wanted to be able to maintain his release, as well as be able to fight well in that empowered state.
He swung around his sheathed blade a bit as a small warmup, and closed his eyes. He held Desamor to his right side, one hand gripped on the scabbard, the other on the grip of the katana, and focused on releasing. “Shatter the Bonds, Desamor,” Adolf said, and began to pour his reiatsu through his hands, and into the katana. The small, golden polyester strands tying together the scabbard and the blade of Desamor slowly began to dissolve under the bombardment of Adolf’s reiatsu, until the weapon was coated in a thin pink aura, and was able to be drawn.
This was really the first time Adolf had actually released. He hadn’t shown it to anyone, and had very little knowledge of it in general. He did know what he was capable of in the form, or, at least had a basic understanding of it. Adolf also knew his limits, and was planning to extend them, here and now. He was finally going to be able to defend himself.
Adolf slowly pulled the blade from its scabbard. After about an inch or so of the blade was out, a blinding white blast was released, engulfing Adolf, and a portion of his surrounding. The flash overwhelmed Adolf, making his current shape unseeable to the normal eye. It was a quick burst of light, ending as quickly as it arrived, and leaving Adolf’s physical form altered temporarily.
Adolf was now coated in a white, bone-like material, forming what appeared to be a light suit of armor. The remnants of his mask had formed into a full facial covering, with a small line across where his eyes were, so that he’d be able to see. He took the time to look down to his hands rather slowly, and was amazed. He had actually done it! For the first time since becoming an arrancar, he had actually released!
Everything in this form was decently similar to his time spent as an Adjucha. Though his original form was somewhat humanoid, it wasn’t anywhere near to the extent of Vasto Lorde appearance. Everything was decently similar, though, and he was quite pleased at this. This was familiar to him. Realizing that the scabbard for Desamor was now on his arm, Adolf was quite surprised. This was an unusual place for a scabbard, but perhaps it could’ve been weaponized? Perhaps used as a defensive maneuver? The possibilities were near endless at the moment.
Realizing Desamor was now attached to his hand, appearing as more of a bladed arm than a sword at this point, he decided to give the weapon a few swings. It once again felt natural, like this was meant to happen. Adolf didn’t want this feeling to end. He continued to swing around the weapon recklessly, though not to the point of putting himself in danger. He ran through a few drills that he had taught himself to help better himself in combat, though some of them were now ineffective, considering the large construct sticking out of his arm as a scabbard.
After a few hours, it was becoming increasingly clearer to Adolf that this form wasn’t going to last much longer. He began to think to himself. If unsheathing the blade meant releasing, then perhaps sheathing it meant the state would end early? Sure enough, it appeared as though the weaponized bone-like material attached to his hand matched the shape of the construct meant to act as a scabbard on his arm.
As Adolf went to sheathe the weapon, it began to feel like a force was being enacted upon him that wouldn’t allow him to sheathe the weapon. He pressed on, continuing to attempt to fit the weapon back onto his arm. As he did so, though, the force began to get exponentially stronger, and didn’t want the weapon to stay inside. It felt like pressing the negative poles of two magnets together, just the repelling was a lot stronger as they got closer, almost more exponentially than that of a normal magnet.
After about five or so minutes of trying, Adolf finally managed to fit the weapon inside of the scabbard. As this happened, the chitin-like material coating him began to crackle. The scabbard began to change its shape, slowly forming back into that of Desamor’s scabbard and blade, though the white material was still coating over it, like the rest of him, as well as beginning to break. Rather than transitioning back into his sealed form similar to the way that an Arrancar normally would, it was almost as if he shed this form, similar to that of a snake’s skin. As he began to walk forward a bit, chunks of the armor were beginning to fall off, revealing the Arrancar that was inside.
As it turns out, once the blade had been sheathed, Adolf had lost all traits that he had gained in his resureccion. Though, this was only one possible ending to the state. The blade had been sheathed before his time in the form had officially been up. What would’ve happened if his form had ended on its own? Would it still have been the same? Curious, Adolf brushed the remaining chunks of somewhat chitinous armor off of him, and proceeded to make his way back to Los Noches.
A Few Days Later
After an ideal period of rest, Adolf was ready to attempt this training again. This time, though, rather than stepping outside of Los Noches to practice with this form, Adolf went to one of the floors he had access to as Octavo. There was a few he could’ve chosen from that belonged to “him”, though he settled for one that appeared to be the largest out of the ones he had seen. The room inside was definitely sufficient enough to train, and that was exactly what he had planned on doing.
He had gotten right into it. Adolf immediately gripped the hilt of Desamor, and said the same release command as before. “Desamor, Shatter the Bonds.” As he said this, somewhat knowing what to do now, he was able to draw the blade a little bit quicker, letting his reiatsu flow through it, and achieving resureccion. Once again, with another flash, he had become the same armored Arrancar that had stood in Hueco Mundo the other day. Today was meant for personal training, and it wasn’t going to be anything easy. Not for him, at least. Today was a mix of experimentation on release techniques, as well as a bit of target practice.
Adolf had an idea of what his techniques would be, considering he had shared similar feats while he was an adjucha. He closed his eyes, sat down, and began to focus on the past. He remembered his interactions with the other Espada like it had literally just happened. He pictured what he could remember of Kazuna, of Rio, Myza, and Tsajara. For now, he focused on Kazuna. Though a seat lower, Adolf considered Kazuna to be somewhat of a rival to him. At least, that’s how he felt. As far as whether or not he could be actually considered a rival was a different story, but Adolf felt if he could get competitive with anyone, it’d be Kazuna.
Adolf began to draw the memory of that day into a reality. It was almost like it was converted into reiatsu. In fact, that’s exactly what had happened, and it was stored inside of the scabbard on his arm. It began to glow a faint pink color, mimicking his reiatsu. He stood up, and held out his hand, the open section on the scabbard facing away from him.
The reiatsu previously stored inside of Desamor was now leaving through the opening, taking a humanoid form, and condensing close to itself. As more was added, the shape grew more and more defined, and colors began to change. After a few seconds, the blob looked identical to Kazuna. The height, body type, even facial expressions were identical. The reiatsu clone backed up from Adolf, and readied its weapon. Adolf did the same, and held out Desamor towards the imitation.
Almost immediately, Clone-zuna charged Adolf, though at a speed that was manageable for Adolf, so roughly at around 70 speed, rather than at its maximum. Adolf sidestepped the attack, and let out a slash at Clone-zuna’s abdomen. Due to the amount of condensed reiatsu, it proceeded to imitate that of Kazuna’s actual skin. The slash went through, though forming a small cut along the side of the form.
Clone-zuna stumbled forwards a bit, the open cut having a pink color to it, with Adolf’s reiatsu slowly seeping out into the air. The wound quickly sealed, and Clone-zuna once again charged for its master. It quickly turned, and swept Adolf off of his feet with a kick. The kick had sent Adolf to the ground, falling backwards, with Clone-zuna preparing for an overhead attack while Adolf was prone.
Before the attack successfully connected, Adolf rolled out of the way, to his right. He took a second to get up, and put a bit of distance between him and his creation, breathing a bit heavier. He smiled. Adolf didn’t expect this manifestation to be such a formidable opponent. That was far from a bad thing, though. It provided for good practice when he decided to spar. Physical combat was over for now, though, and it was now time for a bit of ranged attacks.
Adolf directed the clone to jump around the room, using whatever it could to dodge any oncoming attacks. The second it mentally received this command, it began to stagger itself around the wide open space, prepared to evade. Adolf fixated his sight on the dashing manifestation, and pulled his blade back. He quickly slashed at the air in front of him, directing his slash towards the manifestation that was a great distance away from him. The second the tip of the blade was pointed at the manifestation, Adolf fired a Bala, almost as if to make it appear it formed from the slash itself.
The Bala flew straight towards the manifestation, though because of the location it was fired from, the Bala was far from hitting accurately. Adolf sighed, and directed the manifestation back towards him. It did as it was directed to, and approached Adolf. He held his hand out, and placed it atop the manifestation’s head, and proceeded to absorb whatever he could of his reiatsu back into his pool. Though he didn’t get much, it was still enough that wouldn’t cause him severe damage upon leaving his released state.
The manifestation began to fall apart, with the remaining unabsorbed reiatsu dissipating into the air. Adolf sat down, and proceeded to meditate, calming his mind, while he waited for the form to expire. He began to think about his training for the day, and what went well. For starters, he now had a sparring partner, even if it was literally a figment of his imagination. As far as problems, though, that was that he wasn’t entirely able to keep up with his new partner. He had a long way to go if he ever planned on getting to the same level as this manifestation.
Adolf thought about ways he could’ve possibly kept up with not only the manifestation, but any opponent he might’ve encountered later on. Aside from the obvious, like bettering himself both physically and spiritually, the idea of techniques came to mind. One particularly involving sealing his released state. If he was able to prematurely seal his release, perhaps he could’ve done something that could instead temporarily seal it, as a form of mixup strategy? Only time would tell as far as whether or not he’d successfully develop this technique.
After another hour or so, he left his release state involuntarily. His time in the state for the day was up, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. One thing was for certain, though, Adolf was absolutely exhausted. He hadn’t pushed his reiatsu that thin before, and didn’t enjoy doing so. He quickly realized that other than working on physical skills, preserving his reiatsu was also another, huge problem that he needed to work on. In due time, that would be fixed. For now, though, he sluggishly made his way back to the Espada Quarters, entered the room belonging to the Octavo, and slumped down.
