Everyone Needs a Movie Day (Open)

[William O, Creed]

The sequences of movements over the next few moments were such that a good portion of practitioners in the way of the blade would be surprised. Not just by how well Kuro was actually employing the movements and position of his zanpakuto, but by the way that William maneuvered his wrist. Not holding onto the wrench nor moving it in the typical way that one would for such a brute, blunt weapon. William was utilizing it as if the crude thing were a knife. Thus this exchange looked more like a spar of blades than just a random assault.

Either way though everything continued and thus while Kuro managed to showcase that he could cut into William’s stomach causing immense damage if not end him, the shinigami would know from the exchange the same was true. William had tossed the wrench in his hand over to the other and now while Kuro smiled the metal scent of the tool would grace his nostrils. The tool positioned under his neck showcasing that for the lethal blow to his stomach, Kuro would suffer the same to his throat, thus in a real battle it was likely neither of them would survive.

“Winning the war is the most important thing.” William stepped back tossing the wrench from his hand onto the floor beneath his feet. This had been a bit of fun and definitely showed William that he had allowed his skills to rust over. The only thing he could be grateful for at this sparring session was that he now knew this and could work to refine himself once again. The next time someone came across him with a weapon he would be more prepared, sharpened and ready. “You’ve definitely put in the effort to handle your zanpakuto correctly. Thanks for the fun.”

[Kuro Adachihara]

Kuro gave a grin as he smelled the metal beneath his nose. 'Attacking right under my nose.... Clever," Kuro thought to himself. He knew that this showed he needed to work even more if he was going to be fighting more than the mindless, low-level hollows. If this had been something like an arrancar, Kuro would have been thoroughly thrashed. This was beyond a doubt in his mind. Still, the challenge of it excited him a bit as the smile melted from his face and he returned to his natural sour look.

"This was most definitely fun. I look forward to seeing you in the near future, William, my friend." With that, Kuro stepped back, sheathing his blade and finishing his movements with a subtle bow, not tipping head over hips but certainly lowering his head passed where his shoulders had been. He looked up to meet William in the eyes, a show of respect so that his opponent knew that Kuro did not think of either as lower, but as equals. Kuro could learn from this friend, especially in the ways of the most important thing. 'Pop culture...' The thought almost gave Kuro another smile had his cheeks not already begun to hurt from all the unusual smiles.

Kuro then turned his back to William, lifting his right arm in a wave back to his sparring partner. He leapt to the air, summoning a Senakimon against the darkness of the night, a bright light emerging from the two paper doors sliding open. As he stepped through, Kuro thought on everything that had come to pass during his visit to the world of the living this evening. And the friend he made. It would certainly be a wild ride should they cross paths again. And that was why Kuro could not wait to get stronger and do it again.

[Col Arana]

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