Post by Schala Alexandria on Aug 23, 2020 21:43:41 GMT -5
Meditation was something that Schala was particularly new to. The peace that it brought was of one matter that she did heavily favor that often aided in centering herself when she was troubled. Nothing in particular at the time made her think as so as the Seireitei was becoming more quiet. Duties went on as they always have been considering their role as Shinigami. Although, the duty of her Squad was mainly operating around the concept of battle, acting as the shield that came to the defense of the Seireitei. As such, at least during these quiet times, the Squad was hardly in use, or needed. Some members have come to grown fond of the peace that they were allowed to bask in. Taking the time to savor the moments in enjoying the company of their fellow Squadmates while some others became more proactive and sought out opportunity. This aspect led to numerous routes in which was heavily based on each Squad member's own personal tastes. Of course, this included Schala herself.
During this time of day, concentrating on her breathing beneath the shade of a lone freshly blossomed Sakura tree, the Shinigami came to involve herself more with that of the spirit residing within herself. While some of her Squadmates went to transfer to other squads, what became of those serving beneath the banner of the Tenth Division went on to strive for self improvement. They were to serve as the shield of Soul Society, and as such they had to be prepared at a moment's notice; Schala was no different. Of course, she practiced with her Rapier in terms of the art of Fencing. The level of concentration, Mastery of technique and breathing, all in which aligned with stepping were all important factors. These were aspects that Schala went on to practice with in order to improve her fighting style.
Unlike the other members in her Squad, Schala possessed an unusually high degree of Spiritual Pressure. This was what she noticed when it came to terms with Kido training. Focusing her abilities into something so refined, controlled, was something that she lacked. She had trouble with control. Remembering back to the days in the Academy, Schala could not maintain stability in her Kido as in the palm of her hands resulted in explosions, or rather her reiatsu splitting apart. Regardless of what the woman did the result was always the same. Schala felt discouraged to a degree, seeing an area that would not be improved upon with just merely practice. She could not accomplish what the majority of the Shinigami around her could do. Hence, her practice with her Zanpakutou, and her spirit. These two areas were something that she believed were going to make up for the lack of Kido.
There were fragments of images that she could see. Images that Schala could see of herself practicing with her weapon, although, it had a different form. The Shinigami could not fathom if these were memories, or perhaps some means of a prophecy that was yet to be made true. It made her head throb at times trying to put the pieces together as wanting to know more about them. But, the more she tried the greater the pain became. The images spoke to her in some way as if to guide her. This became more apparent as Kouken, her Zanpakutou spirit, manifested. Knowing full well that was not the true name of the Spirit within her, Schala wanted to be on better terms with him seeing that he was going to be supporting her for a long time. This was with whom she had been training with in terms of swordplay, and meditating. Actually, this was how she was able to train herself.
This same grassy spot beneath the Sakura tree was where Schala brought herself to bring herself to a degree of Zen, and peace, to better enter the depths of her own spirit; the City of the Night. A city that resembled those that resided in the World of the Living now. Buildings that reached up to the stars with barren streets, and flickering lights of unoccupied buildings, with only twinkling lights of the eternal night sky that made the city feel alive in some way. Beyond the buildings, what resided at the center of the city resided the stone building that served as a sort of throne. A structure that was different from all the rest, and where Kouken resided whenever they met. It was here that Schala would train, fighting Kouken sword to sword with each time bringing something familiar back to her senses. Despite the familiarity Schala could not recall what it was. All that the Shinigami could feel, what could describe the feeling that she felt was, "how right did it feel."
Since then, her Zanpakutou changed. No longer keeping the form that the traditional Zanpakutou held, but a form that best suited herself. The images that continue pop into her mind over the course of time made the new Zanpakutou feel normal. She did not feel foreign to the weapon in the slightest, nor did she find the weapon itself incompatible to her. The only thought that she could think of was how normal it felt. Kouken spoke to her, describing the new form to be that of Kouken himself; a physical manifestation of their bond brought into her reality, and something that is not to be taken lightly. "It is merely the first step," is what Kouken told her in regards to new Zanpakutou appearance. The first step down the long journey into finding herself, and perhaps her purpose. Schala could only feel a sense of excitement at what she held in her hands, but, when looking to Kouken, when peering down through their connection she could feel a sense of....dread. Like, as if there was something else to what he was saying.
But what?
(Note: A work in progress, and to return Schala Alexandria to active duty as a member of Squad Ten.)
During this time of day, concentrating on her breathing beneath the shade of a lone freshly blossomed Sakura tree, the Shinigami came to involve herself more with that of the spirit residing within herself. While some of her Squadmates went to transfer to other squads, what became of those serving beneath the banner of the Tenth Division went on to strive for self improvement. They were to serve as the shield of Soul Society, and as such they had to be prepared at a moment's notice; Schala was no different. Of course, she practiced with her Rapier in terms of the art of Fencing. The level of concentration, Mastery of technique and breathing, all in which aligned with stepping were all important factors. These were aspects that Schala went on to practice with in order to improve her fighting style.
Unlike the other members in her Squad, Schala possessed an unusually high degree of Spiritual Pressure. This was what she noticed when it came to terms with Kido training. Focusing her abilities into something so refined, controlled, was something that she lacked. She had trouble with control. Remembering back to the days in the Academy, Schala could not maintain stability in her Kido as in the palm of her hands resulted in explosions, or rather her reiatsu splitting apart. Regardless of what the woman did the result was always the same. Schala felt discouraged to a degree, seeing an area that would not be improved upon with just merely practice. She could not accomplish what the majority of the Shinigami around her could do. Hence, her practice with her Zanpakutou, and her spirit. These two areas were something that she believed were going to make up for the lack of Kido.
There were fragments of images that she could see. Images that Schala could see of herself practicing with her weapon, although, it had a different form. The Shinigami could not fathom if these were memories, or perhaps some means of a prophecy that was yet to be made true. It made her head throb at times trying to put the pieces together as wanting to know more about them. But, the more she tried the greater the pain became. The images spoke to her in some way as if to guide her. This became more apparent as Kouken, her Zanpakutou spirit, manifested. Knowing full well that was not the true name of the Spirit within her, Schala wanted to be on better terms with him seeing that he was going to be supporting her for a long time. This was with whom she had been training with in terms of swordplay, and meditating. Actually, this was how she was able to train herself.
This same grassy spot beneath the Sakura tree was where Schala brought herself to bring herself to a degree of Zen, and peace, to better enter the depths of her own spirit; the City of the Night. A city that resembled those that resided in the World of the Living now. Buildings that reached up to the stars with barren streets, and flickering lights of unoccupied buildings, with only twinkling lights of the eternal night sky that made the city feel alive in some way. Beyond the buildings, what resided at the center of the city resided the stone building that served as a sort of throne. A structure that was different from all the rest, and where Kouken resided whenever they met. It was here that Schala would train, fighting Kouken sword to sword with each time bringing something familiar back to her senses. Despite the familiarity Schala could not recall what it was. All that the Shinigami could feel, what could describe the feeling that she felt was, "how right did it feel."
Since then, her Zanpakutou changed. No longer keeping the form that the traditional Zanpakutou held, but a form that best suited herself. The images that continue pop into her mind over the course of time made the new Zanpakutou feel normal. She did not feel foreign to the weapon in the slightest, nor did she find the weapon itself incompatible to her. The only thought that she could think of was how normal it felt. Kouken spoke to her, describing the new form to be that of Kouken himself; a physical manifestation of their bond brought into her reality, and something that is not to be taken lightly. "It is merely the first step," is what Kouken told her in regards to new Zanpakutou appearance. The first step down the long journey into finding herself, and perhaps her purpose. Schala could only feel a sense of excitement at what she held in her hands, but, when looking to Kouken, when peering down through their connection she could feel a sense of....dread. Like, as if there was something else to what he was saying.
But what?
(Note: A work in progress, and to return Schala Alexandria to active duty as a member of Squad Ten.)