Pushing and Pulling while Kicking and Screaming [Training]

[Kaminari Cinco]

A single body flops on top a small hill of others, piling up yay-high as the woman dusts her pant sleeves off from the brewing ground of dirt and sand. The training area that rests on a flat elevated surface of a mountain within the Seireitei was where Kaminari could actually spar in without having to worry about colateral damage. And yeah, that was a thing with her. Broken walls. Yards of the ground tiles in the barracks being nothing more than rubble. Shower rooms now having a new entry way for both sexes. Half of a bar in Rukongai being renovated due to her most recent visit. Yeah, none of it was painting a pretty picture as to how much Kami was capable of holding back, at least when it came to some of the newer recruits. But hey, they aren't learning anything if some Academy Proctor was going to spoon feed them or anything.

"C'mon already. That any way any'al gonna grow some hair on ya balls?" was the immediate response when another body came to join the pile of their own free will. The guy literally just waltz'ed over and threw himself after his mate just took a lickin' or two as he watched in shock. Either shock or arousal as Kami only saw him figit a bit before joining his friends. The dirt was kicked up again when the Kenpachi returned to her clothed Zanpakutou that she left off towards the edgeless arena. Pierced into the ground, the claymore like blade rested with its handle out in the air, though a bit tilted with the last body slam that she gave the previous guy. It was shifted off towards the opposite side to straighten it before the 6'2 gal glanced back towards the quivering group that remained standing on the opposite end, giving off a fangy snicker towards 'em.

The black bangs that the Kenpachi brushed off to the side gave the woman a clear view of the recruits across the open rocky field, looking to see any other takers for their training sessions. None moved as they peaked at one another, wondering who would come up next. She watched as her fellow Shinigami shuffled on their feets as others came to take their fallen comrades away for a splash of water. "Geez, what a bunch of wet noodles. At this rate non'yall gonna get a girlfriend if y'all not show yer mettle. Girls like confidence." she called out seeing a few getting ruffled by the comment. "Hell. I dun even care if all ya come at me at once, if that is what ya like. Even throw in a prize if you can get me down." she offered a quick wink.

A pause fell onto the small crowd with muttering comments in between them before shifting their gaze back towards the tanned Shinigami. Maybe it got 'em wondering as to what it was. An incentive definitely, and one that Kami would gladly deliver on her end. Though, it would depend on how much she takes a liking to them as well hehehe.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko never believed that it was possible. The Sereitei Mixer that was being thrown by the third squad was going to occur the day after he and his sister, Fuuko, had their graduation ceremony. It would be their grand appearance as full fledged Shinigami! And he was adamant about making his debut alongside his sister. So adamant in fact, that he woefully leaned on the only way he knew how to get Fuuko to reliably do anything. A bet.

For those keeping score at home... Fuuko did in fact manage to wake up in time for the mixer. Which... Meant that Kazuhiko had lost the bet. His penance was to train himself in earnest. To report weekly to a training ground to meet with strong opponents and learn how to be a real soldier. It might have seemed cruel, for his sister to condemn him to consistant beatings over a meager bet... But the reality was that Fuuko was looking out for him. ...Hopefully.

'Remember... You promised you'd give it your all!' He told himself just before he heard the boisterous demands of the woman who stood atop the elevated training ground. She and her mountain of exhausted trainees were hidden from view until he crested the hill. But what he saw froze him in place. 'Oh no...' He thought as he took a great gulp. She was a giant... Standing a full foot taller than him. But there was something about her gruff demeanor that reminded him of Fuuko... Perhaps she wasn't so bad? Maybe?

He took a step forward, his sandal clapping onto the training ground.

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{Kazuhiko}

Kazuhiko certainly didn't look like much. He was only five foot two and there was no way he weighed more than one hundred and twenty pounds. His blonde hair looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. His brilliant blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of glasses that made him look more the scholar than the soldier. But then...He was wearing the garb of a Shinigami.

However, even this military uniform did very little to help him look intimidating. It was oversized, making him seem even more childish. His sleeves fully covered up his arms and hands and came down past his hips, like that of a Chinese ghost. His right sleeve looked far less full than the left one. The coloring was off as well, making him stand out amongst a sea of black. His design was inversed. His robes were white while the inner garments were black. But lastly, and perhaps of most interest to the battle hardened Kenpachi at the top of the mountain was his weapon. The sword at his hip was far too large for a boy of his stature. It was four feet in length, just a foot or so shorter than him. It didn't look dangerously large. It looked comical and unwieldy. Like a stiff tail that wagged behind him as he walked.

"H-hello! I'm Satoshi Kazuhiko, of the Yonbantai! N-nice to meet you!" Not exactly the most threatening battle cry... "I uh... I've come here... To um... T-train!" And the stuttering somehow didn't make it feel more intense...

[Kaminari Cinco]

A stirring commotion was ongoing as the group of recruits and casual ranked Shinigami squabbled among themselves. Fingers pointed with others trying to wrestle each other as to who would be the one to come to confront Kaminari. A bunch of Penguins really frolicking among themselves is what the entire group came to be resemble in the woman's eyes. "C'mon now isn't there anywho goin' to..." Kami felt her own brow arch a bit as someone came through the bustling crowd, shuffling their way onto the stage. Staggering into her sights, this new arrival was someone that stood out from among the crowd as the majority stood over his own height, even if by a few inches. The lack of fitting of his robes didn't help to make him fit into the group as it may have been meant for someone larger than himself. A child in adult clothing, which a thought brought Kami grinning sheepishly at the image that came up front.

Expression


"H-hello! I'm Satoshi Kazuhiko, of the Yonbantai! N-nice to meet you!" Not exactly the most threatening battle cry that Kami has heard... "I uh... I've come here... To um... T-train!" But, it was not the excuse of the battle cry that had Kami staring daggers at the small figure. squee~ She mentally said. She was locked onto the young man's child like appearance. Soft rounded cheeks. A lazy like unkept hairstyle. Oversized robes that made further emphasis of his smaller figure. Kaminari's right eye twitched, fidgitting rentlessly out on its own without the girl taking a notice as to it actually happening. It wasn't something that the Kenpachi could seemingly control as a wide smirk took hold of her face, with a but few words came blurting out: "Well fuck me. Looks Christmas came early this year aye." Her toothy grin remained as she continued on with her feeting to that of shoulder length. "I'm Kaminari, or Kami for short, and I am the one who is..." she peeked over at the two separate groups of undefeated, and defearting groups of their fellow comrades, ... suppose to be helping with some of the recruit training, but so far it's not lookin' all that good."

The girl's body arched forward as if to ready herself to charge towards the group. The toes of her left foot pointed out and straight towards the stirring crowd as they glanced between the new arrival and that of the woman. Kami's right foot dragged itself back towards the rear, with the sole tilting up. "So that is why Imma change things up a bit now, and give ya something that experience with an all out brawl!" Kami cried aloud. The crowd immediately grew quiet with only a few mouths dropping open. The ground beneath Kami's feet cracked. Both strength and pressure had built into her legs that was to be delivered into her foundation as a means of bracing it. The bandages that kept her bosom tightened to her body screamed silently as Kami dipped herself forward with her back foot kicking off.

Charging Face

Eyes locked onto her target with a new desire that was feeling pent up from her toes upward, which forced the girl into a full sprint forward, and into the group of Shinigami. A new hunger that came swirling in the pit of her guts that Kami didn't feel before until seeing the small figure. A primal urge of wanting something despite not truly understanding it. Actually, what was the point in really thinking about it as it was something that she wanted. That was the only reason that needed as logical thought was always beyond this girl. As she closed the distance the right arm was raised over heard, and was to be brought down over Satoshi's position. This was excitement for Kaminari, and something that she was going to relish entirely.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Though the woman had a brash way of talking, she was at least kind enough to introduce herself.  Kami, she called herself with a wide smile. He knew as well as anyone that a rough exterior didn't necessarily mean that they were a bad person. And for what it was worth, Kaminari did appear to be to be volunteering her time to help strengthen the shinigami. He decided at that moment that she was a good person! Though... He did wonder what was wrong with her eye. Perhaps after training he could give her an examination!

"Nice to meet you Kami!" His nervous posture softened and he gave her the friendliest, cutest smile he could muster. Part of that was to endear him to her. But the other part of that was to make himself seem less like a target. He didn't know, at this time, that what he was doing was akin to putting on red in front of a bull!

The sound of the ground cracking under the weight of her strength and spiritual pressure broke Kazuhiko's expression. His eyes went wide as he watched the woman brace herself. "N-nande?" The muscles in her body compressed and built up energy. She embraced it... Compressing her stance, spring-like. "Uwa~" He couldn't help but be impressed. Her aura was radiant and the raw brutality of her unreleased strength was incredible! 

And then she took off! And Kazuhiko began to tremble. His stance widened instinctively... But he had nothing to worry about right? The group of trainees were between them. Surely she was- As if a bomb had gone off in the center of the huddle, trainees were fired into the air! And out of the other side of the scrum came Kami! "KYAAA~!" His scream was just barely audible over the din of the other trainees bodies roughly hitting the ground!

"Ch-ch-chotto matte!!!" He plead as his hand fumbled for his hilt! His fingers found purchase despite his trembling, but Kami was only inches away from him at that moment! He closed his eyes and whipped out his arm! The long, slender blade came free in a flash! It was eloquently folded japanese steel! It's length was incredible! The blade nearly as big as Kazuhiko himself! But if Kami had the sense to observe it in that moment, she would find that the great Odachi that Kazuhiko wielded was bladeless!

There wasn't a clash of steel, so much as a sound much like a car crash! The impact caused a great plume of dust to explode into the sky, hiding the two shinigami within its cloud! But a moment later, Kazuhiko's body came tumbling out of it! Rolling on his side, over and over again until physics intervened and he came to a skidding stop. The tumble ended such that he was in a sitting position, dazed but still grasping the hilt of his Zanpaktou! The handguard of the great sword rattled as his hand trembled from the feedback of blocking her great strike! But a trickle of blood ran down from his hairline, showing that he hadn't blocked much of it at all... Such monsterous strength! 'I could have died! ...Is she... trying to kill me!?'

A good person could still be terrifying...

[Kaminari Cinco]

The taste of dirty could be what covered her taste buds at the moment as pluming shrooms of debris and gravel erupted into the air. An all familiar sensation that made the blood rush all over that only gave to an irresistable urge to tingle. Her toes curled inward as if to relish in this sense of euphoria of nostalgia, excitement. All natural Earth filled her flaring nostrils with nothing more than the sounds of fluttering footsteps that followed the wailing of panicking recruits. They scampered about, frolicking senslessly without direction with those among them showing their mettle, acting as a Supervisor to channel that free roaming energy into singular direction; a specific point of purpose. The difference between the parties was simple, and clear, and in all was unfair.... But that was the point of it all. "Life at times is unfair." Another wail emitted from the dispersing dust cloud with the woman dragging a single body by his heel.

A giant among the smaller people, for those who did not meet the same height as herself. A rare ocassion for Kami to be around that often displaces her, even as a younger girl back when living in Rukongai. A lifestyle that perhaps only a few Shinigami are well aware of before coming to join the Gotei Thirteen, and had long forgotten what it was like. The clear difference in strength. The number of opposition that would be normally faced on a daily basis just to feed an empty stomach. From senseless beatings to all out brawls that came with a mouth full of iron and salt, which only the victors could taste the sweetness of fruit and bread that they managed to claim for themselves. This situation was no difference, at least for those that Kami had placed herself in front of. The fear. The anger. The will to survive and live past the moment was something that perhaps some of the Shinigami had forgotten, or never learned. This was lesson needed to be taught whether or not they came from the slums.

The wail caught by the predator cried out as a series of other wails came with crashing bodies as Kaminari began utilizing her new weapon's durability. Her eyes pinging each body that the settling dust unveiled, smiling as she wrestled with her own need to engage. At least until she spotted that little Kazu. A toothy grin emerged as the Kenpachi eyed that small frame once again. "Hope ya not gettin' limp on me now oye. Actually puttin' up more than these guys, which they can learn a bit of doin' them'selves." she grinned, "Ain't 'cha a bit more sturdy from someone yer size?" Kami giggled to herself as the man was brought over head to be hammered down into a cowering recruit. The numbers that began to charge forward increase. The weight of the weaponized Human body slowed Kami's movements for a few seconds without the group of men realizing the average weight that the woman carries when wielding her Zanpakutou. The Kenpachi pivoted on her right heel to swing her body into a single swiping flail to clear the first wave of Human bodies away from her immediate vicinity.

There wasn't a heavy echo of metal colliding but that of bodies smashing into one another, imprinting a heavy thud in the ears of those around, and Kami glancing back around towards Kazuhiko. Her tongue dragged across her lips. "Lemme test ya kid, 'cuz ya ain't gonna be able to run when things get hairy out there, so let's get rough." There was no point in actually discussing nor the need for words really. Kami was someone who rather got things done through actions, letting little to no hesitation in what she did. The recruits around were just as novice as they could get without much a whip snapping them into shape, let alone reality. Not to say that the Kenpachi was teacher material. No chance in Hell. This was how Kami learned how to fight, developed the mindset to push against the odds. So what better way to keep others alive than to actually imprint what she knows into the people who she would have to call "comrades."

The blade that Kazuhiko drew out was that of an unusual design, one to be uniquely owned by the Shinigami himself that Kami could recognize, but could it be wielded? Another collision would be had, though this time it was going to be with the man that Kami would be swinging around as her makeshift sword. A simple overhead swing with the man wailing in tow, eyeing the small Human being in front of her. Let's see what he's got."

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko let out deep, labored breaths. A cold sweat ran down his neck. She was terrifying! And luckily for the boy, she was also currently distracted. The other recruits charged towards her! Perhaps it was those who leaned towards the former in Fight or Flight. Or perhaps they were trying to save their comrade... Regardless of their rationale, they were all unified in defeat!

Kazuhiko had gotten to his feet as a cacophony of pained cries filled the air. With a single swipe, an entire chorus of Shinigami were scattered... The route between she and himself was cleared. And it was with a great shuddering breath that Kazuhiko prepared himself. She had called to him... And he had responded. Shifting his feet and raising his overly large sword with a single hand!

"Mm!" He nodded without taking his eyes off of her. A single sound was all he could muster, but that sound conveyed everything Kaminari needed to hear. He was afraid... Terrified even. But he wasn't turning his back to her... She might have been a terrifying wolf baring her fangs... But he wouldn't run.

And perhaps that was unwise! As she was upon him the moment after he steeled his resolve! Her arm raised high, with the trainee that served as her squealing weapon eclipsing the sun in the sky! The look on his face was a mix of exhaustion and terror! He'd been used to batter his fellow trainees and was all but limp. His lungs were the only part of his body that he had any agency over, and he was using them to cry out!

Kami's arm descended! And Kazuhiko's rose up to meet her! She was fast... So fast! And he could feel the weight of her blow long before it hit him... There was no way he could parry it! The only thing he could do to avoid damage was to dodge!

Kazuhiko's weapon was raised in a standard horizontal parry. And that parry was immediately swallowed by Kami's fearsome attack! He doubted that a real blade would have even made a knick in her arm. But this blunted weapon was hardly even a  barrier. It absorbed some of the kinetic force, but never even came close to deflecting the attack!

The wailing man-sword came down upon Kazuhiko, smashing him into the Earth so hard that they both bounced! Kazuhiko's back arched at the impact and he let out a scream of his own, as an arc of spittle shot out of his wide open mouth! He twitched and groaned on the ground... His zanpaktou spun away from the point of impact, skidding until it clinked against a rock.

He hadn't been disarmed... Kami could feel it. The sword hadn't held strong against her attack. She'd crushed him. But she'd made no intention to knock it out of his hands... And especially not at that trajectory. "I-It's o-okay... I...'ll save you!" He rasped out from beneath the human weapon... His one arm wrapped about the man's body as if in a hug... His palm pressed securely against his back.



The words she'd spoken had resonated with him. When things got bad, he wouldn't be able to retreat. Not because he wouldn't be fast enough... But because if he ran, then others would get hurt... If he had moved out of the way, that man she was wielding like a weapon would have been smashed right into the ground! Kazuhiko took the blow with his body, letting the man's head collide with his chest, a surface much more forgiving than the training ground! And despite the terrible pain they were both in, Kazuhiko offered the ensnared man the best lazy smile he could offer... Bedside manner and all that.

[Kaminari Cinco]

Only the heavy thuds of bodies mashing into one another were what Kaminari could hear resulting from her earlier swing. Loud gasps of air that spewed out from the flailing man only captured by the smaller form of Kazuhiko, cushioning a nearly helpless comrade in arms. He'd groan miserably but returning the gesture with a thumbs up in gratitude. A protruding sigh escaped the Kenpachi's lips whilst relaxing her shoulders from the initial swing. Despite what it would seem Kami was still in the early stages of her own abilities and recklessly pushing what she could do as well. She misjudged what she was really capable of doing when wielding her Zanpakutou, taxing herself a bit more when swining around a Human body nonchalantly. It was biting her in the ass so to speak.

The black haired woman only took a moment to catch her breath as she eyed the pair on the ground. The kid that called himself Kazuhiko left a bit of impression, seeing his dirtied face looking at the pulverized Shinigami. Scronny but tough. A thought of something this refreshing and sheepishly actually made the girl genuinely smile at pint sized warrior fondly. It wasn't an everyday thing that she would take a liking to someone who didn't binge more alochol than herself. So, it was a nice change in pace. That was the sentiment that she had before being pulled by into reality by the ongoing conflict around the trio.

An arm around the neck. A body hurling itself in the back of the knee. Firmly grasped hands that found their way along the length of her fingers that bound themselves to her man made weapon to pry them free. Kami distracted herself completely blind sighting herself to what was only in front of her. The Shingami recruits threw themselves at the woman to capitalize the moment that she was lightening her push against them. Each body adding more weight to the whole, nearly forming a clustered wad of flesh around the woman as to jerk each of her limbs away from the main body. Kaminari growled in utter irritation.

Kazu's eyes could see the initial struggle between the two parties with no one letting up. Kami digging her chin in to keep her breathing unhindered. Her stance was lowered to keep her balance while her arms pulling back against the force that was trying to separate them. And while the weapons they carried were non-lethal, their sharpened use to spiritual pressure and reiatsu came to use as a pair drew their swords from their confinds. "Ddaaammnnn eeetttt." Kami growled once more finding each tug she made to widen her defenses was met with heavy resistance. She had no choice but to release her weapon and turn her attention towards the recruits that clung to her body.

The entire motion that slowly was turning the tide was ragged, sluggish. A jumbled mess of sorts with bodies turning into dolls that were seemingly glued onto a larger object. Kami lacked the strength to continuously throw people carelessly. Despite being abnormally stronger than most in her class Kami was still Human, and had limits that she too wanted to push. Her right knee gave in. The recruit that was beneath her had punched in the woman's knee, forcibly bending the joint shut that caused the girl to topple down nearly completely to the ground. Down onto a single knee Kami's stance was breaking down with only a few seconds to shield herself with more bodies pressing down onto her. A bolt of electricty crackled, snapping from the woman's right hand.

The cloth of a Shihatushou was gripped. Kami pulled as if the body was her arm itself and smashed the body into the other that was occupying her right shoulder. Maybe not the best move to make when fatiguing oneself but it was something that she had to do. Images of the ghetto painted over her mental state. Hungry. Tired. It was the same. The muscles in her left arm tightened with both triceps and biceps screaming out at her with a throbbing. She couldn't allow herself to stay down. Kami had to rise up with body in hand with a snarling cry that came with a small lunge forward from the pile, dragging a pair that remained on her, and towards the the armed recruits.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

There was a sense of relief that came with seeing the other Shinigami offer him a thumbs up. Both of their bodies had collided against one another. Bone cracking bone. But it was far less severe than if the man had been dashed upon the surface of the Earth... Especially considering their opponent's monstrous strength!

But that sense of relief could only last so long... And it was soon replaced by the agony of having his relatively small body crushed under the weight of a human weapon. He had always been quick to recover, and his time working under Raion had gifted him with a special endurance for suffering... But even with this, he winced. "Agh... G-glad you're o-okay!" He gasped out.

There was no doubt that if the Kenpachi's assault continued, both he and his unexpected charge would have been ground to bits! But in a shocking turn, it was she who dropped to a knee beside them! She cursed as she was brought low... And Kazuhiko took a moment to observe her now.

Just as he had analyzed the peril of the man atop him, did he analyze Kami's struggle. She was strong, but she appeared to have hindered her shoulder. And now, even with her incredible power, she couldn't stabilize herself and the scrum of opposing trainees! This was their chance!

"...Oi!" Croaked the battered shinigami atop Kazuhiko. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?" He asked as Kazuhiko shifted beneath him. The bespectacled boy was on the move... As much as he could move. Kami had done a number on him. And while his innate recovery was impressive! It was far from enough to make him ready to stand... And so he crawled.

"Oi! Oi!" He barked again as Kazuhiko struggled the few feet between himself and the slowly toppling Kami. "Just stay still! She probably thinks we're dead!" The other shinigami's assessment wasn't only cowardly... It was wrong. Kazuhiko had seen her eyes. She knew the state they were in. She was just distracted!

Kazuhiko's hand reached out! His fingers curling as they neared the thigh of Kami's leg that had just given out! And what happened next made the other shinigami cry out again! "OI! OI! OI! What the hell do you think you're doing!? She's our opponent!!"

The boy's hand was glowing a pale green. He wasn't quite touching her. But she could still feel his warmth healing spreading along her skin. All the way up to her pulled shoulder. Kazuhiko closed his eyes as he turned his head towards the man he'd just saved and offered him a kind smile. "I joined Squad 4 to prevent as many people from being hurt as possible!" His head turned back towards Kami, his eyes open now. And if she thought to look, he would treat her with the same warmth as he had the other trainee. "Even my opponents."

And a moment later, that man was whipped away, along with another! The crack of Kami's mysterious attack slinging him into a pile of her assailants like so many bowling pins. Those that hadn't been knocked down were left glaring. Not only at Kami. But now also at Kazuhiko! All of them screaming in unison- "IDIOT!"

[Kaminari Cinco]

She had always wanted to be part of a gangbang but this was absurd. Never really having experience with so many men coming onto her Kami realized the limit of what her strength was. Muscles were tensing to the point that she was feeling them stretched out, with ligaments and fiber tearing somewhere. At least that is what they felt like they were doing, or possibly due to the fact that she didn't stretch herself out before participating in the excercise either. The recruits were really keeping the Kenpachi from bunching herself into a ball, keeping her body expanded to best keep her strength from focusing toward her center. Out stretched muscles was a pain in the ass to maintain at full strength being that each part of her will have to exert more power individually, rather than using the whole body to assist. She was screwed.

Being the headstrong woman that she was Kami certainly knew that she would find herself into troublesome situations. Every inch that the woman pulled her strength inward was only met with a foot of being pulled apart. Only through the small narrowed gap of a wincing eye did Kami spot the little Kazuhiko crawl his way toward the coupled mesh of bodies. Shit/ she first thought up. Quite a few ideas and images came to mind as how the situation was going to go from bad to worse to what seemed like a training montage over the few seconds that blurred through her mind. But actually......Shit. she thought calmy the moment later.

A tingling sensation came to rush rooting from the point of contact from the kids hand that nuzzled against her exposing thigh. The torn garbs of her lower robe left some parts of her legs exposed to the elements that they were meant to keep her barred off from, but the idea of being restrained, let alone swifting around in a dress didn't suite her tastes at all. The boy beneath her just placed himself beneath her and emitted the green hue of reiatsu into her. The green reiatsu was something that was to be considered special if she did recall correctly, right? Some group or squad in the Gotei 13 had a small group of 'em clustered up to do some neat things. Kami didn't pay too much attention to what each squad did as it completely bored the snot outta her, but this kid....

The soreness she felt, what strain that took over her body seemed to have been drifting away from the Kenpachi as the kid smiled up at her. "I joined Squad 4 to prevent as many people from being hurt as possible! Even my opponents." Her chest tightened. No, it was not because someone was pulling on the loose ends of her exposed chest wrap. Something else was brewing as much as Kami's arms were finding out that her legs were firming up once more. The wide eyed Shinigamis began to tustle even more feeling the tense muscles coming back in work order as the moments went eye, with a wide fanged smile beaming down on Kazuhiko. "Good shit, Shota."

The cluster of Human bodies that flared with contempt made the obvious ruckus with one of their own seemingly betraying the whole. Like some twisted 90s comedy anime Kami felt that urge to keep it going, being that she would play as the cliche delinquent of the show. The spark from early ignited once more yet with an all consuming aura that enveloped her physical form. A spiritual apparition that was suppose to be nearly invisible to the eyes was now made seeable to those around as the rugged azure aura eclipsed Kaminari's body. Her leg didn't hurt as much as it did before. The bodies that were piled on top of her no longer restrained her. Kami was feeling like her usual self like from when they first started this little excercise. And she had Kazuhiko to thank for that. "Heh, and that is my little brother fer'ya. Just a little idiot." Kami smiled widely once again, with a hand coming down to lift the kid off the by the back of his collar.

A gentle tug as if to lift a small Pup, with a careful and slow pace to only bring the kid to the back of her neck as any kid figure would ride. A place to rest most definitely while keeping his legs to be left dangling over her bare shoulders. Pointy ends could be felt from the curls of the Kenpachi's lengthy black hair if resting upon her head. Certainly not soft as silk but soft nonetheless. "Keep up the green 'ight goin' Shota, cuz with our transformation here we gon' kick some real ass." Kami nearly announced outloud as her would come to carry the two with a punting kick that was charged with reiatsu. What would come next was like setting off dynamite with just her big toe alone that exploded from beneath the huddling group of recruits they charged up to.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

His hands were glowing with reiatsu as he pulsed healing energy throughout her body. It wasn't powerful healing by any measure. But at this point, all Kami needed was some soothing for her muscles and some endorphins. Her body was strained, but not injured, at least not yet. And so Kazuhiko was focused on the task at hand, which was keeping his palm pressed flush against Kami's thigh. Fuuko would have likely lost her mind had she seen the scene. And for that, he was thankful for her absence. The thought of her clashing with Kami, with him in the middle, was terrifying!

So absorbed in thought was he that he had no awareness of his precarious position. Not just because of the potentially indecent touch. But because he had once been one of the many... And now he was one of the few. The trainees who had piled onto Kami were now looking his way as well! There were those on the outskirts who had yet to reengage. And while the thought of clashing training swords with Kami again was terrifying... Stomping out the little one-armed healer was far less fear-inducing! And those who had worked up the courage to kick a wounded, one-armed man while he was down, charged!

"S-shota!?" He exclaimed in shock! His eyes were wide as he looked up the length of her body only to catch sight of her over-eager grin. This combat exercise was terrifying for him. But for her it was exciting! There was a lust for battle that gleamed in her eyes! And... In her aura. One didn't need to be adept at sensing energy to witness it flaring up! Enveloping her, and in some parts him. It was different from the warm comfort of his healing reiatsu. It was erratic and violent... Just like Kami at this moment!

He couldn't resist marveling at it. Once more she resembled his sister so much. Powerful and bold. But also uncouth and unrestrained! There was something he admired about that. It was in many ways the yin to his yang... And the thought made him blush and turn his gaze away! And what he saw made him scream! "Iyaaaah~!!" The bottom of one of the other recruits' sandals hung over his head! He didn't have the strength to get out of the way, especially not without removing his hand from Kami's leg! He was going to be stomped like a bug!

And the sandal hit the dirt as Kami pulled him free of the ground by his collar! It wasn't a yank, in fact, it was rather casual. Gentle even! He found himself seated upon her shoulders in a sort of piggyback ride. He couldn't help but blush again. The double humiliation of screaming in panic and also being seated upon the woman's shoulder was too much, there was no way he could keep his dark cheeks from glowing pink. He wondered for a moment if empowering her was really the best way to keep people from being hurt... But her referring to him as his little brother instilled in him a strange sort of pride that helped him to refocus.

"Mmhmm!" He said with a nod as his hands moved just below her jaw, with his thumbs pleasantly behind her ears. And once again the glow began! "Also-" He was interrupted for a moment as one of her curls swept past his face. "I'm older than 18!!!" He called out in opposition just before an explosion rocked the world beneath him! He hung on for dear life, hoping that somehow he stayed upon his mount.

[Kaminari Cinco]

It felt completely natural to say the least. Funny how the circumstances turned out when looking back at the beginning of their little training session. Kami was approached to help whip the recruits into fighting shape on the count of the number of deviances that she committed in the Seireitei. As a member of Squad 6 she is suppose to carry herself to be more honorable. A humbled individual that garters humility, respect, and integrity. Well, that position description went out the window as someone who is suppose to represent the Diplomacy force in Soul Society, and turns out that she is nothing more than a rampaging deliquent. Binge drinking in the local taverns and the Lion's Pub. Eating spicy ramen in Rukongai. Stirring up drunken bar fights in the Gotei dining hall. Throwing itching powder in the bath house water supply. Some of the few incidents that made things interesting in the Seireitei other than brawling, so, Kami got stuck with babysitting.

A real thorn in her side is actually having to babysit. Dealing with someone who is practically an infant in the body of an adult is off putting, dull, and simply boring. Teaching someone what they should already know, or at least be developed enough to hold their own is what the recruits were training to do. When she first stepped foot onto this mound of rock she expected the Shinigami to be more upbeat and go getting. Well, it started out like that at first before the first two rounds went on. Afterwards, it dulled. Scrounging and rugged recruits soon turned to trembling bunnies in a corner, lacking nearly all sense of mettle and only self preservation. In other words, boring. Thus gave shape and form of the pile of moaning and groaning bodies that continued to whine about their spleens and such. Bunch of dead weights.

The taste of salt that trinkled down the corner of her lips, and heavy panting of breathes only released the utter bliss that escaped her heated body as Kaminari wailed the body beneath her fists. A heavy thud is heard, jerking the woman's stomach inward as a fist came clashing into the Kenpachi's exposed midsection from the stirring mash-pit. Kami coughed, jerking the small cloud of air that escaped from her abdomen. The man beneath her looked onward with worried eyes, peering at the nearly hunching tanned woman to see her looking back. A tickling numbness that echoed from her core was soothed. Warmth that resonated from behind her ears massaged her spirit. The currents of green reiatsu pulsated in repeated waves that warmed the surrounding pain that the woman felt, almost as if it was plucking it away from her. Kami could only smile, "Dun matter if ya 18 or whatever, cuz yer still a Shota ta me." she called back after whipping her figure around with an extended backhand, swiping the individuals away from her.

The smaller form that straddled her shoulders would keep being flung around as much as Kami's body was, yet keeping the little clung to her. The two moved as a single body while keeping in mind of their fleshy boundaries. A foot climbed up to smash into a woman's face as she toppled down to her back. A man charged inward to take grasp of Kazuhiko's garments. Kami spun around to slap the side of the man's face with the side of the Kazu's flopping Zanpakutou. The material of the white Shihakushou's were literally litering the ground, covering the Earthy surface with white sullied fabric. They whipped about as dancing pairs to work their way through the toppling bodies towards the finisher; the cloth covered Zanpakutou that Kami had impaled ealier on.

A doubled edged Zanpakutou. A beige colored cloth was twisted, woven around the tip of the crestent blade down to its handle with no sheathe in sight. It's tail flowed loosely in the wind, nearly abandoned by the Kenpachi that isloated its surrounding area with nothing but the rock that it was stuck into. It mirrored that of a large Claymore, or possibly that of a Greatsword. Despite how Kami appeared to be the whole of her strength was with that of her Zanpakutou as it served her as any other Zanpakutou did for their wielder. With nothing but her fists the woman could be seen as no more than a simple brawler or thug that can be found anyone in Rukongai. The very streets that Kami knew for most of her life was what inspired Kami to fight as she did, with nothing but bare hands to help fend her attackers, and to demonstrate dominance among those around her. Strength was what she knew. Strength without direction that is.

Eyes that glanced back past the spiked tips of hair with eyes that were focused on more Kazu than that of the fight upon approaching the blade ,through the tumbling bodies. She looked to Kazu with softening eyes, looking up at the young man with wary; concern. Looking to Kazu as if she was to look at what was before taking hold of the Zanpakutou, before knowing its weight and purpose. The kids of the ghettos that were often trampled on without so much as a second glance. Kids that were called thieves by the people that knew nothing of their circumstances. Could be said about any kid without anyone around to take care of them, let alone teach them. Kami had her Sensei for some time, but not all the time. A Mentor of sorts that helped to give her some direction, and soon a tool to represent that idea. Kazu reminded Kami of that before feeling its weight in her hands, glancing now to the hilt of the weapon clasped by her slender fingers.

"Hey.... Kami first muttered as she looked up to Kazu, ....why dun we show 'em how strong ya are, Kazu~" the Kenpachi carried on with a softened smile, extending her armed right hand. An offering of her weapon, with the butt of her hilt exposed for the young man to carry with her.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kami was a whirling dervish of violence. There was so many shinigami present at this training, and none of them seemed to present even the slightest threat. He considered for a moment, how he was among those numbers. He hadn't wormed his way onto her shoulders intentionally. His healing had been directed unto her because of the way she was tearing her own body apart. It was as if her will and power were too much for her body. She'd surged forward with reckless abandon, uncaring toward what happened to the fibers of her muscles or the tendons that kept them attached to her bones. It was that reckless, single-minded, self-destructive pursuit of a goal that reminded him so much of his sister.

*Crack!* The sound of Kami's sandal as it buried itself in the face of a woman. "Wari wari!" He apologized as he began to feel directly responsible for the damage some of the other trainees were sustaining. After all, it was he who was aiding in keeping Kami standing. And it was she who was doling out their various injuries. Should he be doing something to prevent this?

However, he didn't have much time to think, as Kami was turning here and there, throwing him from side to side. He clung tightly to keep from being tossed into the dust pit himself! "Wari!" Another blow delivered! "Wari!" A woman was knocked upward from a punch in the belly. She flopped to the ground face first as Kami spun to deliver a backhanded blow to another man while informing him of his permanent title. "...wari." He apologized again, though noticeably less enthusiastically.

Hands snatched at his empty sleeve and his attention was yanked onto him as well! "L-let go!" He protested as he was nearly pulled free of his mount! But as if he were an extension of her, Kami turned and whapped the man about the face with the comically long length of his Zanpakutou's scabbard! And when he finished toppling, all that was left was a field of fallen trainees. Some were groaning and pushing to their knees. Others were out fully. And some of them were playing dead.

Kami reached for her weapon, and it appeared that those playing possums were the wisest among them. A great shaft of metal, that, unlike Kazuhiko's Zanpakutou, had no blunt side. Both edges of the weapon were deadly sharp, like a European Greatsword, rather than a Japanese Katana. She presented it to him, hilt first. And he wilted. The giant weapon surely was beyond his capacity. His Zanpakutou was ridiculously large, however, that weapon was a part of his soul. No matter how heavy, he would always be able to loft it as long as he had strength in his body.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his fingers around it, gripping the giant weapon with his one and only hand. "Strong..." He repeated the word. That was never a word that he used to characterize himself. He was quick and self-sacrificing. He was vigilant and durable. But due to his disability, he never truly considered that he could be strong.

"Y-yosh!" He nodded, noticing her hand still grasping the hilt. He placed his hand over hers, grasping that instead. The green reiatsu radiated and warmed it. His strength wasn't raw muscle. But rather, cooperation. He enabled others to keep on living. To be their best, regardless of the trials they'd faced. There was no way he could swing this weapon on his own... Or any weapon, really. But with someone else's hands in his own... Anything was possible!

He looked back out to the remnants of the trainees. And he offered one final time. "Wari wari." This would be the end.

[Kaminari Cinco]

She could feel their heart beating. A drastic thumping of drums that beat against their chests wildly with excitement, or anxiousness. Excitement maybe? Who could say when Kaminari realized that it was nothing but the sounds of battle drums that was slowly conjoining. Beating into a single rhythm. Her fingers danced in unison with that of Kazuhiko as she did revel in the delight of being close to the small lad. A knee was taken of course due to their difference in height, yet planting herself firmly in her stance as a single leg expanded outwards in front, bending at the knee to keep the pair braced for the initial impact.

"Wari wari.." Kami heard from the young man nearly clinging to her, with only returning with her own words "Dun worry cuz you and those guys in that medical squad will get 'em right back on their feet." she smiled sheepishly. There was no care in her words. Freely, the girl kept only the focus she had on the task at hand. To feel the reiatsu surging through her body. It whipped about dancing along the nerves that rejuvenated, re-invigorated her growing excitement by the moments passing. It felt surreal just as the battle drums continued to beat until the pair became one. Her left hand came around as to plant itself over Kazu's, wrapping herself around the Shinigami's body from behind to draw him forward. "Do what ya need to do. That is all Shota." she gleefully whispered as the heavy blade climbed over Kazuhiko's head as it was ready to be brought down.

The hammer was dropped. Reiatsu flared from the conducting pair that cracked the surface of the ground around them. The Kenpachi's own ability sprouting out and about as it sought a direction to be released. All that was needed was a motion. A single direction that was filled with intent to cause harm by a willful spirit. A represntation of Kaminari herself while serving as a direct contrast to that of Kazuhiko. A warm gentle hum that was hidden within a spiraling storm. This was the difference between the two that the recruits witnessed caping around the Squad 4 member with the woman behind with an ear to ear smile across her face. She wanted this. She had to fullfill this desire. An itch that was going to be satisified. At least....

....Kami felt limp.

The Kenpachi's body felt immediately heavy, toppling down forward with a sluggish drawn out fall that could be seen as nothing but lazy. Like a raging current of electricity that was suddenly cut off, going flat dead before reaching its full output, Kami couldn't muster up the strength. "Omph~ as loud as she boasted much earlier before only relishing the sense of her muscles relaxing rather than tensing up. She was by every sense of the word "Wasted." What green aura that penetrated her physical form only brought a relieving, soothing sensation that only lessened what was transpiring. Exertion time and time again, and at her level of strength, had its limits before her stamina went out. Running her engine at maximum capacity would only kill her at the end game until she fell into a slump, which so happened to on top of the poor guy in front of her. "Uuuuuugghhhh fucck~ she groaned. "I give. What'da say Shota?" she chuckled rolling onto her backside.

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko had been providing Kami with support since about halfway through the battle. He had been spending his reiatsu. All to ensure that her body could maintain the strain of her battle lust. He was near the point of exhaustion now... But their positions had been swapped now... Rather than riding her shoulders, Kazuhiko's feet were planted firmly on the training ground.

He was standing before the battalion of fresh recruits. His fingers wrapped around the hilt of a weapon that was far too large for him. But unlike his own blade, it wasn't a part of his soul and was far too heavy for him to lift on his own. But as he had supported her, Kami was now behind him. Her arms wrapped around him. Her hands encircled his single one as it was wrapped about the hilt of -her- Zanpakutou.

And finally, she offered him some words of comfort that would unshackle his heart... Whatever damage they did... He could fix it. He would fix it. So he didn't need to hold back. Kami gave the order... And his eye twitched once at being called a shota... Before recentering himself on the task at hand. As his arm raised, his eyelids fell. He didn't need to see at this moment... He needed to focus!

He drew in a deep breath and he held it. He held it until his lungs burned. Until he could feel his own heartbeat in his throat... And until he could feel Kami's there too. He exhaled as the sword reached its peak, its blade pointing to the heavens. His body was left empty. Void of not only air, but of feeling as well.

His lips parted and he began to draw in another breath. But it wasn't oxygen that filled his body. Instead, it was The Purpose. His own reiatsu welled up inside of him. Kami's reiatsu had already flared around the pair. A fearsome, bloody intent! A terrifying visage of death! It served as the foundation, the backdrop... But white lines of Kazuhiko's Reiatsu began to pulse into it. Radiant, hopeful, and luminescent! It stretched wide, blanketing and mingling with her own. Where Kami's reiatsu crackled like lightning! Kazuhiko's spread and conformed like water! His eyes opened, his eyes as white as his aura!

And when their weapon fell, it was like a lion's roar! It struck with a great din! A reckoning for those in the way! The cries of those who had been around it were drowned out by the sound of weaponized thunder! A great eruption of white reiatsu had blinded those who hadn't been near the slash as if they'd found themselves trying to perceive an angel. A celestial being of raw light that greeted you at the end of your life. The light you were told not to go into!

And when the smoke faded, Kazuhiko's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His body went numb and his ears filled with ringing. He collapsed, like a puppet whose strings had been cut! Kami, just as exhausted, fell forward atop him. Pinning him to the earth beneath her.

He'd lost control. Conjured and tapped into his great and overwhelming spiritual pressure. A font that had been untapped until now. Something that he had ignored and feared. And when it was let loose, controlling it was like trying to block a firehose with his bare hands! It had erupted out of him, channeled along the surface of Kami's blade. But that too was unfocused, uncontrolled. An eruption like water. Its direction had been divided and unfocused! It had made for an impressive and flashy show of power. But like a 4th of July firework, it had made for a much less effective explosion than controlled demolition.

And when Kami spoke to him, he barely responded. He dug his chin into the ground and looked upon her with a lazy smile. With dim, but somehow still hopeful eyes he managed a "..Wari... Wari..."

He had nothing else left.

[Kaen Youji]

Grading from this account because I'm too lazy to change over to my Col account.

460 TP to both participants, nice job both of you.