'Fun' - Hiroki's Academy Thread [DE, R, Easy]

[Hiroki Rosute]

Hiroki's Academy thread is going to be DE, for TP purposes. The maximum rating is going to be R, though most of the time it's going to be PG-13. The difficulty is going to be Easy, since this is an Academy Thread. This is an Flash-Back Academy Thread with Hiroki as a Class 7, due to stats. Kid/ Shade has agreed to be the Academy Teacher for this thread. Big thanks, and kudos to him.

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Hiroki Rosute = Red

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Hiroki often had a… Dominating presence about him. Whether this is from his massive height, 6”10 (for future reference), or his abnormally high reiatsu count for someone at his current stage. Everywhere he went, eyes often turned to face him. Anyone who had eyes, or could sense him always turned. They couldn’t not turn to see him. It was fact he was always used to, and probably always will have to face it. Despite all that, he was ready to enter the academy and… And? Begin a new life? One of servitude to the Gotei 13? Sounds good.

As he entered the main entrance of the he felt something in the air. The air felt… Stale. It reeked of age, along with the building. Surprising that a building this old was still up. Then again, it is well maintained. Speaking of well maintained, his uniform was average at best, unlike the academy, or other uniforms seen at the academy. Most were spick and span, for the New Year and such. Others weren’t even cared for. Hiroki was in between. He didn’t care about his uniform currently, and the only reason it looked the way it did, was because it was brand new.

A few eyes were turned to meet Hiroki. The reason didn’t matter- only that they turned. However, it appeared that the bell to go off the class had no begun. This meant that Hiroki was early. This was most likely luck. He quickly checked his schedule… Time Planner… What-ever you wish to call it. The thing that tells you where to go. First up was the class he was looking forward to the most- Kendo. Hopefully, the guy would actually know what he, or she, was doing. If not, then that would be a shame. Very much so.

He quickly checked the map for the Kendo Dojo Rooms. To check the map, need needed to bend down slightly, to get a good look at it. Apparently, his was close by. Close-by, meant on the floor he was on, and within 100 meters (328ft 11⁄64in) of himself. He started off on his merry way, off to the Kendo 1-2 Class Room. What would his teacher be like, he wondered. Like before, he hoped that they knew what they were doing. As he turned up at the door, the bell rang to start the classes. He could hear students quicken their pace to get to their desired classes.

As he opened the door, it allowed him to enter. The door was massive, as it even allowed someone of his height in. Then again, there are the taller bunch of people around who get into the academy. As he walked into the room, he noticed a few things. Everything was perfect. There was not a single speck of dust, lingering the air, nor on anything for that matter. The Bokuto (wooden practise katana) were in remarkable condition, to say the least. Just who was the sensei? Did he or she want everything perfect? Were they obsessed with everything being perfect?

As people piled in, they all noticed Hiroki. Who couldn’t? He was massive. Sure, he wasn’t that physically strong. But he was massive! And so was his reiatsu compared to the rest of them, or the most of them. He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t sense anything other than his own reiatsu. Anyone could have a mountain of reiatsu, and he wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference if they had none. Funny thing that. However, all when silent. Did Hiroki miss something? Apparently, it was a call for attention. The first class of his first year, and his first Kendo class was starting.

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Strength - [70 (/2 = 35)] Points

Speed - [60] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [0 (+100 = 100)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [0 (+100 = 100)] Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [100 (/2 = 50)] Points

Senses [50] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [280] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.

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Abilities

• [Mental: Lack of Fear] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Weapons: Swords] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Martial Arts: Hakuda] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Battle Analysis] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Battle Learning] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Battle: Bleeding Tolerance] {1}
  

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Year One Schedule

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• 1- Kendo (Advance to SPR ASAP)
  
• 2- Speed
  
• 3- Travel Class
  
• 4- Boxing
  
• 5- Kidou (Advance to SPR ASAP)
  
• 6- Kick-Boxing
  
• 7- Spirit Communications Class
  

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• 1- Wrestling
  
• 2- Kendo
  
• 3- Reiatsu Focus
  
• 4- Travel Class
  
• 5- Speed
  
• 6- Spirit Communications Class
  
• 7- Boxing
  

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• 1- Kidou
  
• 2- Kick-Boxing
  
• 3- Kendo
  
• 4- Reiatsu Focus
  
• 5- Travel Class
  
• 6- Speed
  
• 7- Spirit Communications Class
  

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• 1- Wrestling
  
• 2- Kidou
  
• 3- Reiatsu Focus
  
• 4- Kendo
  
• 5- Speed
  
• 6- Travel Class
  
• 7- Boxing
  

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• 1- Spirit Communications Class
  
• 2- Kick-Boxing
  
• 3- Kidou
  
• 4- Reiatsu Focus
  
• 5- Kendo
  
• 6- Speed
  
• 7- Travel Class
  

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• 1- Boxing
  
• 2- Spirit Communications
  
• 3- Kick-Boxing
  
• 4- Kidou
  
• 5- Wrestling
  
• 6- Kendo
  
• 7- Speed
  

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• 1- Travel Class
  
• 2- Boxing
  
• 3- Spirit Communcations
  
• 4- Kick-Boxing
  
• 5- Kidou
  
• 6- Reiatsu Focus
  
• 7- Kendo
  

[Shade Kawada]

Hiroki noticed the wonderful condition that his classroom was kept in and walked in to see a room full of other young, prospective shinigami. Bokuto leaned in their place on the side of the room. The room was not your typical classroom, for there were no desks or books. Instead, this room appeared to be more like a dojo. The floor was made of hard wood and weapons of all types lined the walls. Most of the weapons, however, were for decoration and would likely be useless in actual combat. At the far end of the room stood a man wearing none-other than a captain’s haori with shoulder-length, black hair. The man was shorter than Hiroki, but significantly better built. His musculature was unreal. It was as if he was a human tank with almost no body fat.

“My name is Shade Kawada, captain of squad 13, and today I will be teaching you what you the basics of kendo,” said their teacher, “You will address me as Kawada-sensei, Kawada-dono, or Kawada-taichou and heed everything I say. Insubordination will result in dismissal from my class. You will be present for class every day. Failure to keep a perfect attendance will result in dismissal from the class. You will not talk out of turn. Failure to comply will result in dismissal from the class. There will be no letter grades. There will be no homework. This class will not be easy. The amount of work you put into this class will be up to you. At the end of the year you will either pass my class or fail it. There will be no middle ground. Any questions?” The shinigami captain looked over the group of students with a malicious glare that discouraged anyone from speaking up. “There is one more thing... If at any point in the year, you are capable of landing a single blow on me, then you will receive a passing grade for this class. You are welcome to try as often as you like and any time you see an opening.”

“If there are no questions, let’s begin. Grab one of the Bokuto on the wall and find a partner,” said Shade as he grabbed a training sword himself. Hiroki would see everyone find someone nearby and partner up. Because of his considerable stature, no one seemed to want to choose him as their partner so clearly he’d have to approach someone himself. Nearby he saw a small female with brown hair who looked like she was regretting her decision to become a shinigami. Hiroki would probably find the girl rather cute and could feel some compulsion to comfort her, because she did look like she was on the verge of tears. There was also a young man who looked very strong, but not quite as tall as Hiroki. His face was friendly and he looked like he could be a good friend if Hiroki chose to pursue this option. He would certainly provide Hiroki with a challenge. A third option also existed for Hiroki. There was stoic, determined looking young man who didn’t appear significantly large or small. He was very handsome and possessed a look of determination that would remind Hiroki of Shade’s own face. Whoever Hiroki chose, the other two would likely end up as partners, so the next move was his.

Shade watched as his class paired up, eyeing Hiroki and noticing the decision that was presented before him. Would the academy student choose the more challenging option and pick the other student with large stature? Or would he take the chivalrous option and choose to go with the smaller female? The mysterious third option also existed, and Shade was especially interested to see what would happen if Hiroki chose to partner with the dark-haired academy student. The ball was in Hiroki’s court now, but he needed to make his move fast or else he might not be left with a choice. It was best not to test Shade Kawada’s patience.

[Hiroki Rosute]

Hiroki considered himself, someone of some skill with the ability to analyze. The description that was provided would easily be enough to describe the man known as Shade Kawada. He kept his zanpakutou sheathed in its scabbard on his back. It was quite an impressive achievement already to have attained a zanpakutou, and to have such a strong reiatsu for such a young age. However, it was doubtful that he would be using it in this class ever. Why? Because killing people wasn’t on the agenda, and he wouldn’t like the teacher on his back, since it was highly likely he could kick his ass six-ways to Sunday.

He was already scanning the room for the largest Bokuto available. He would have preferred something closer to a nodaichi size, but the katana shape and size would easily fulfill the requirements of his size. “My name is Shade Kawada, captain of squad 13, and today I will be teaching you what you the basics of kendo.” Now that basic introductions were out of the way, it was highly likely that they would be given the basic requirements needed for this class. “You will address me as Kawada-sensei, Kawada-dono, or Kawada-taichou and heed everything I say.”

“Insubordination will result in dismissal from my class. You will be present for class every day. Failure to keep a perfect attendance will result in dismissal from the class.” People were quietly whispering to themselves about the strict conditions of this class, wondering if it was such a good choice to sign up to become a Shinigami or not. Hiroki did not dare talk- anyone would be able to tell if he was talking or not. “You will not talk out of turn.” Those… Seven? Yeah, seven words shut up the class good. Really good- to the point where Shade’s voice would have the capacity to echo throughout the room with ease.

His words would be able to hang on the air for a second or two. “Failure to comply will result in dismissal from the class. There will be no letter grades. There will be no homework.” No homework? This was looking up already! That means more free-time! “This class will not be easy. The amount of work you put into this class will be up to you. At the end of the year you will either pass my class or fail it. There will be no middle ground. Any questions?” The look in Shade’s eyes was malicious. The look alone could probably kill a man.

However, it all in the name of fun! However, not a soul would dare raise their hand. They were very, very damn sure that they got it the first time, and the fact that they had gotten everything. “There is one more thing... If at any point in the year, you are capable of landing a single blow on me, then you will receive a passing grade for this class. You are welcome to try as often as you like and any time you see an opening.” Now, if Hiroki knew one thing, this man was being rather cocky, or something. Either that, or really, really smart.

However, his most likely had the Spiritual Pressure of a Captain, or he should have. That means that very, very few people would be able to land a blow on him without cutting themselves, unless they were of those skilled with reiatsu. However, then they wouldn’t be able to be fast enough to lay out a blow on him. It’s much like dangling a carrot in front of a horse. He was challenging them to attack him. What would have stopped them from all mobbing him now? Nothing, aside from his very, very shiny zanpakutou, with Shikai and Bankai all wound up in there.

“If there are no questions, let’s begin. Grab one of the Bokuto on the wall and find a partner.” And with that, the class commenced. Almost instantly, he found himself having quite a bit of room around him. In fact, the entire room, aside from three people and the duelling circles, cleared up. He walked up to the stands containing the Bakuto, and drew the one that would be his own for today. It wasn’t that weighty, even for him. Maybe he just got a really light one? Who knows, or cares? It’s time to have some fun laying some wood on some fingers!

Now, from what was stated above, he had three people to choose from. He would be the fourth, making them equal in number. There was the little girl, on the verge of crying, basically. It seems like she would be one of those who would be leaving pretty soon if someone didn’t help her, or something. However, Hiroki wasn’t the person to do it. Why? Because he was a giant, and she was tiny. She would probably have a heart attack if he chose to pick her in a duel. As much as he would like to, she would probably be at the bottom of his choices.

Then, there was the guy. He looked muscular. Not as much as Shade, or as tall as Hiroki… But the guy was still very, very much muscular. Now this looked like a challenge. However, he knew that in this class, being physically stronger and faster would give people the edge, against those that don’t. Things like Spiritual Pressure and Reiatsu Strength meant nothing in this class, since everyone was so close together in terms of a similar sort. He would be his number 2 choice. That would leave the other guy to look at.

Now this guy… Yeah. He looked really, really determined to kick some ass. However, he looked like someone who was balanced physically, making him more of mixed bag with unascertainable strengths. What option was he going to chose? What option indeed. It was a very tough call, but, he had one on his mind that would be a great challenge to his skill. He picked… Wait for it… THE MYSTERY DUDE! Yes, option #3 please! He walked up to the guy with the look of determination in his eyes, and held out a hand, as if a greeting hand-shake or something of the sort.

“The name’s Hiroki Rosute. Yours?” and with that, he had officially chosen his first sparring partner. Somehow, Hiroki knew that his ass was probably going to be beaten, but who gives a care? It’s the first lesson- anything can happen! It was going to be really, really interesting… Maybe. Hopefully his sparring partner would put on a good fight, and then they can have a jolly good laugh while fighting… Or not. Depends if he is a sour-puss or not. If he is a sour-puss, then no one is going to have a good time, or if he is really, really boastful. Both of those things would suck. Anything else is tolerable.

After their little greeting, they would walk to the closest sparring ring… This was exactly right up the front of the room, near Shade-sensei himself. It seems no one was game to have Shade close to their match to watch…. Or have Hiroki as their partner, just because he looks like a skyscraper among little buildings, known as the other shinigami in the class. He stood at the other end of the ring, with his feet wide apart, with his sword-arm leg in front, with his other leg behind, being able to support him, and able to allow him to move. His sword was held with two hands, with the blade directly in the middle of his chest, allowing for it to move quickly to any other spot that he could. It would be his new ‘friend’s’ turn to make the first move. What would he do?

[Shade Kawada]

Shade observed Hiroki as he strode over to the black haired academy student. It seemed that he had selected his partner rather easily. Meanwhile, the other large male put his hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder and gave her a friendly grin. It seemed like things would work out between the two of them, but what of Hiroki’s partner? “The name’s Hiroki Rosute. Yours?” said the academy student as he extended a hand towards the other. The young man with the black hair looked down at Hiroki’s hand for a few moments without a word. Just what was going through this guy’s mind? Then suddenly, the other academy student’s gaze lifted ever so steadily and eerily to meet Hiroki’s own. Hiroki would feel a chill run down his spine as the pale-faced shinigami hopeful stared at him with eyes that looked like they hadn’t gotten sleep in days.

Other than the obvious bags under his eyes, Hiroki would notice the callous, cold look of his partner’s face. The noise from the rest of the students seemed to fade away as the other academy student opened his mouth. “My name...” he said, “...is Koizumi Kawada...” Shade shot Koizumi a subtle, calculating glance which Koizumi noticed, but didn’t show any reaction. This boy was a part of the esteemed Kawada family and was a relative to Shade Kawada himself. Suddenly it would all be clear to Hiroki. Shade hadn’t been watching him because he was interested in Hiroki’s progress. The captain wanted to know if Hiroki was going to be the one that would partner with Koizumi. It was all clear now. Hiroki was nothing more than a measuring stick that Shade could gauge Koizumi’s abilities on, likewise Koizumi would be using Hiroki in order to prove himself to the family head.

Koizumi and Hiroki wordlessly moved to one side of the room that was set apart for them to practice. “This is your first day... The focus should be on improving technique, not hurting your partner. Get used to holding a weapon and having one swung at you,” said the captain as he paced through the groups, eyeing them each as he made his way towards Hiroki’s and Koizumi’s side of the room. At their side of the room, Koizumi stood holding a Bokuto that they had been instructed to grab. Likewise, Hiroki would be wielding a wooden sword as well. Even if he’d summoned his zanpakutou earlier than the other students, for this exercise only the wooden swords would be used. Hiroki would notice that even Shade was carrying a wooden sword over his shoulder.

Shade reached Hiroki and Koizumi’s spot and paused for a moment to observe his relative. Hiroki would be able to see Koizumi nervously glancing at Shade out of the corner of his eye. Clearly he was under a lot of pressure to preform well. Hiroki wouldn’t be able to imagine the kind of standards the Kawada family held their children to. This was the only time that Hiroki would be able to see any sign of weakness from his partner. The stress that Shade was putting on Koizumi by his mere presence would be felt by even Hiroki. If Koizumi did not preform up to expectations, who knew what would happen to him? However, it was not as if Hiroki could simply throw the match for the sake of his partner. Such an act would undoubtedly affect his final grade.

Koizumi began their spar by quickly closing the distance between them. He held his sword in both hands and swung it sideways at Hiroki’s left side. Oddly enough, the bokuto was facing the wrong way as it was swung. Instead of aiming the sharper edge of it at Hiroki, Koizumi swung the weapon so that the flat of the training blade would smack against the first thing it came into contact with. Was Koizumi going easy on him? Was he trying to prove a point? Was he merely testing Hiroki or was there something more to this than met the eye? Hiroki would need to act quickly, for Koizumi was upon him faster than he would expect. There was no way for the academy student to leap back out of the way of Koizumi’s opening strike. They were of equal speed, meaning Koizumi’s forward momentum was going to be greater than any backwards momentum that Hiroki could muster.

Blocking this attack seemed like the best option. Meanwhile Shade looked on with calculating, cold eyes. He cared not what happened to either fighter, but rather he looked to gauge their abilities. It was clear to him that Hiroki was attuned to his spiritual energy more than the average academy student. The zanpakutou made that obvious. However, Hiroki was still not accomplishing anything that Shade hadn’t done himself in his academy days. In fact, it was rather early in Shade’s academy years that he had unlocked the secrets of his weapon’s shikai. He still remained one of the only shinigami to ever master his zanpakutou’s shikai while still in the academy. This was the man that Koizumi was tasked to impress. Surely it was a fruitless venture, but one that he was cursed to attempt.

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Class 6 - Level 1 - Nontyped

Strength - [60] Points

Speed - [60] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [50] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] Points

Light Aura - [25] Points

Dark Aura - [75] Points

Instinct - [50] = 50 Points

Senses [50] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [320] Points

[Hiroki Rosute]

The academy student did seem rather odd. Odd, but not weird. As he looked up, Hiroki could already make out a fair few things about his sparring partner. For one, it seemed that he had fairly large bags under his eyes, indicating that he didn’t really sleep. He was probably studying for ages, forgoing sleep. But why? Next thing he saw, didn’t really put chills down his spine, but more so made him feel rather uncomfortable. His face looked of that of ice, and it could almost certainly look callous. The man then finally spoke. “My name...”

“...is Koizumi Kawada...” Hiroki had a light-bulb going off in his head… Or a candle. He was going into Squad 11, and after all- they are known for smashing, and not thinking. However, even with his average sight, his peripheral vision could easily make out glance. What kind of glance would always be a mystery to Hiroki. However, he did know what this meant- Koizumi had to perform well for Shade. He needed to prove himself to his clan’s head. Hiroki… Had gotten himself mixed into this trial of sorts between the Kawada… Yay, ‘Fun’!

After which, Shade then spoke, "This is your first day... The focus should be on improving technique, not hurting your partner. Get used to holding a weapon and having one swung at you,” and then, all had begun. Koizumi got more, and more nervous under the pressure of Shade watching. The tension and pressure was so thick, Hiroki’s zanpakutou could cut it, with it reaching it’s apex when Shade had come directly to watch Koizumi and Hiroki both. Hiroki could easily see the weakness in Koizumi at this point. When Shade had moved away, the match had begun.

Hiroki had next to no time to be wondering about what would happen to Koizumi. But his first actions would easily require some fixing up. Koizumi was easily as fast as Hiroki. Perhaps even slightly more so from Hiroki’s rough estimate. However, he was holding the Bokuto the wrong way when he swung it at him. The flat of the blade was aiming to hit him, with ulterior motives behind it. Was it a test? Was he going easy? Or was he simply so sleep-deprived, that he couldn’t tell which end of the blade was which? However, despite Koizumi’s comparable speed, plenty could be done.

Hiroki had splayed out his legs, so that his feet were out wider than his shoulders. This action brought down his height a fair bit, quite easily near Koizumi’s blade, with a movement of his right foot to be behind his left, then using his hips to pivot under the blade, almost like doing a limbo. Following that, he would aim his blade at Koizumi’s hip, using the momentum from his hip pivot to swing his right foot around again to provide more force and speed behind his blade, making a revolution angle turn, flowing perfectly from one another, and it was fast, moving during the time that Koizumi would be able to process that he had missed. Such a movement would also allow his momentum to keep his speed going, and allow another movement to dodge, and provide another strike.

Due to Hiroki’s strength, it would be a solid thump. It would hurt a bit, but not too much. It would be undeniable proof that he had been hit. Quickly after that, the pain would recede, allowing Koizumi to effortlessly keep on with the spar. Hiroki, however, did remember the blade being the wrong way around. However, the grip wasn’t reversed, like it should be. Hiroki, with his limited skill with blade, knew that having the flat of the blade to the opponent, meant that they should have a reverse grip on their blade. Should he help? Or should he not?

Hiroki, however, did not dare mention it aloud, if he was going to help. Shade could most likely hear them, since he didn’t really move that far away from their sparring circle. He used his eyes to talk, looking at the blade repeatedly- an obvious sign that something was wrong with the blade. Even if sleep-deprived, Koizumi would know what this would mean. If it was intentional, then he would merely leave it the way it is. If not, then he would be able to slyly fix it up with one simple movement, and then continue on with the match. What would Koizumi do next?

[Shade Kawada]

Koizumi didn’t seem concerned at Hiroki’s swift evasion of his zanpakutou. In fact, the academy student would be able to notice a slight smirk on the Kawada family member’s face. Just what was going on? He’d evaded the blow, right? Hiroki proceeded to aim a blow at the other academy student’s hip. Hiroki’s attack would surely connect if nothing was done. Koizumi wouldn’t be able to react in time! However, what Hiroki wouldn’t know, is that Koizumi wouldn’t have to. All of a sudden, the academy student would feel an invisible force slamming against his left side, the same side that Koizumi’s blade had come from. Not only would this force be strong enough to interrupt his attack, but it would send the unsuspecting academy student stumbling to his right, if not outright knocking him down.

Just what was going on? The room instantly filled with a gust of wind emitting from Koizumi’s swing. It blew everyone’s hair and made clothing flap wildly as it filled the dojo and dissipated in an instant. On the opposite side of the room, a decorative katana fell off the wall as a result of the wind created from Koizumi’s swing. Just what was this? Hiroki would undoubtedly be confused. What the academy student would not be aware of, was that Koizumi had just used one of the Kawada family’s secret sword styles called Taiyou. By swinging the blade so that the flat portion catches air, the user could create a burst of wind behind the swing equal in force to the user’s own strength. This equated to a lot of wind since essentially Hiroki was just hit by the equivalent of Koizumi pushing him as hard as he could. While this ability possessed little killing potential, it was incredibly useful for bypassing an opponent’s guard and throwing them off, since how does one block wind with a sword?

“Surprised?” smirked Koizumi as he readied his blade again and went in to land a blow on the fallen Hiroki, “Don’t be... It’s inevitable that a lower class like yourself succumb to the elite.” Koizumi raised his bokuto into the air and brought it down on the other academy student as he was recovering from being blasted by the wind. This time, however, Koizumi was aiming to hit him normally. He was not using Taiyou again. It seemed that even though this was Koizumi’s first day in Kendo class as well, he’d almost undoubtedly received instruction outside of the academy in the basics of certain Kawada sword techniques.

Shade crossed his arms and looked at the fight with calculating eyes. He showed no visible reaction to Koizumi’s words and did not seem to be rooting for one side over the other. Could Hiroki do something to impress the captain? Would impressing Shade come at the cost of humiliating Koizumi before the head of his family? Meanwhile, Musashi Takekura, the large, friendly-looking student that Hiroki could have chosen as his sparring partner became distracted by their fight as well. Suzuna Taki, the small, dark-haired girl, had also stopped and was looking over at Koizumi’s fight. The technique he’d just used had caught the attention of a good portion of the class. It wasn’t every day that an academy student would pull out techniques meant for actual combat in the middle of a training session. What would Hiroki do?

[Hiroki Rosute]

“Surprised?” smirked Koizumi as he readied his blade again and went in to land a blow on the fallen Hiroki, “Hahaha…. HAHAHAHAHA!” Hiroki was laughing out aloud, giving out a bellowing laugh that reverberated throughout the Kendo dojo. He had been hit, and he had been hit good. Pain felt good. It let’s you know you’re alive! Koizumi would be surprised by this reaction- for one of pain was not often met by laughter. He kinda had the usual Kenny-mental state after he had been hit good. “That… That was a good one. Nice and strong.”

“Good thing to use for a practice duel! However, that probably won’t work again.” However, it seemed Koizumi completely ignored him, or it had fallen on deaf ears, and continued on with his monologue. “Don’t be... It’s inevitable that a lower class like yourself succumb to the elite.” Koizumi had poised a strike, aimed to get him while he was winded. Using his skill with the sword, he used the base of the blade of his Bokuto, or Bokken, to defend himself. How did he defend himself? Simple, but using the base of his blade, he had far more leverage. Using this little fact, he used the tip of his opponent’s own Bokutou to direct the blade away from Hiroki.

His strike would hit meaninglessly on the dojo floor, unable to change its new direction because of his speed and mediocre instincts. From this, Hiroki rolled to the side, away from his sword-arm side, where he had deflected Koizumi’s blow. Using his momentum, he lifted himself off of the floor. He was still feeling the affects of the Taiyou, trying to get air back into his lungs quickly and efficiently, after being winded, it was the first thing that you do. “Now, since you just used a sword technique, I think I might use one of my own, to even the playing field or so to say.”

“It might not be as fancy as yours. However, let me tell you a little bit of where I grew up. You see, there, fancy techniques weren’t the main focus. Basic things where the way to go. However, even that wasn’t the greatest weapon.” Anyone with mediocre energy sensory could sense his reiatsu building up. A chrome coloured outline appeared on his body. It was faint, because it was meant to be. Hiroki did not want to kill him with his technique that was charging up, and being controlled- he only prove a point. A point that was to be taught in humility.

"One of the greater weapons was saving your best moves for last. Seeing that you are only an academy student, like most of us here, you obviously don’t know many. You opened with a move, and that often got you killed if they lived. No, the greatest weapon of all…” he raised his bokuto up into the air, and it faintly coloured chrome. “… Was intimidation.” And with that, the reiatsu was released. It was a technique of his, and one that was rather effective. It was, technically, a sword-move. No one could deny it.

However, his technique weak. It was unpolished. It wouldn’t even put a scratch on Koizumi. It would only force him back, and wind him. Why? Three reasons. 1. It wasn’t Hiroki’s zanpakutou. 2. He didn’t direct the blow towards the ground, where it could accelerate and devastate. 3. He didn’t want to kill the sucker, so he used a mere tenth of his Reiatsu Strength, if he could. Even at full strength, it wouldn’t cut him. By all reasons, if Koizumi could use a sword-technique, then Hiroki could use one- it was perfectly fair and logical. When he released his reiatsu, it came out much like a scar.

It flung its wide body towards Koizumi at high speeds, and at this close distance, was almost guaranteed to hit him, no matter what he did- he was too close and too slow. If it did miss Koizumi, it would dissipate when it reached the edge of the dueling circle. Anyone with mediocre energy sensory could tell that the attack couldn’t kill, or injure, and that it was destined to run out of energy quickly. No interference was necessary from Shade at all, and he could keep that look on his face too. However, if anyone did catch a good glimpse at it, they might notice something about it.

The thing was, it acted, and kinda looked like a Sakugen with a flash-grenade attached. It flashed brightly when it released, as do most attacks involving reiatsu. Sure, it was a different technique, but it was similar. Surprisingly similar though. However, unlike that, this wasn’t meant to kill, or hurt- only be really bright, and to point out that being noble doesn’t mean you are actually superior to everyone else. Sure, you may be able to throw around cash, but that doesn’t make you happy… Or something. Whatever it is, you’ll know what it means. At the end of the flash of reiatsu, Koizumi would find him sitting on the ground, on his butt.

However, Hiroki knew what to do next. He noticed Shade being within sword swinging distance, and thought about taking a swing. He didn’t turn around, and only used his peripheral vision to see where he was. Swinging down would give him the slight speed advantage, but it would be nothing in comparison to Shade’s great speed and instincts. It would slash at Shade’s muscular torso, and the best thing is that Hiroki wouldn’t experience cutback from him, unlike a fair few people in this class. The flash from the technique would blind or daze Shade for a split second.

Hiroki knew the timings, and when he was going to release it. However, he came to realization that Shade would be expecting the blade to reach him at this point, or at least should be. Using his nice piece of knowledge, or assumed knowledge, he didn’t attempt to take a swing at him. However, it would be the perfect timing for someone else to take a shot at Shade, if they wanted too. Koizumi, if the guy didn’t get hit, would have the perfect spot to take a swing at him. It was apparently, the perfect set-up. Or was it?

Hiroki then finished by that with another quick strike to Koizumi, or at least where he should be. However, he did finish up by with-drawing his sword-arm foot backwards and to the side, returning to his original defensive position, or what it should have been. Basically, his feet were slightly beyond shoulder-width apart, and with his bokken/ bokuto being like a symmetrical line down the middle of his body. The tip was angled just slightly at his opponent, so that he could easily move into an offensive position quickly. The question was… What would happen next?

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Remaining Reiatsu: 975/ 1000
Used: Reiatsu Shockwave (Weakened) Class 7 - 25 reiatsu

[Shade Kawada]

Koizumi’s blow missed as Hiroki directed the practice sword away with his own Bokuto. Instead, Koizumi’s attack would land harmlessly on the floor as Hiroki rolled to the side and recovered from Koizumi’s Taiyou. “Now, since you just used a sword technique, I think I might use one of my own, to even the playing field or so to say. It might not be as fancy as yours. However, let me tell you a little bit of where I grew up. You see, there, fancy techniques weren’t the main focus. Basic things were the way to go. However, that wasn’t the greatest weapon,” said the academy student as he began to build up reiatsu. The captain still stood, observing Hiroki as no one else in the room could. He felt the depth of his very soul and grasped the student’s full capability by sensing his reiatsu. Needless to say, the head of the Kawada family was very interested to see how Koizumi fared against who was probably the best student in the class besides him.

Koizumi confidently waited for Hiroki to finish his speech and welcomed his opponent’s attack as a way to prove himself. “One of the greater weapons was saving your best moves for last. Seeing that you are only an academy student, like most of us here, you obviously don’t know many. You opened with a move, and that often got you killed if they lived. No, the greatest weapon of all...” continued Hiroki as he raised his bokuto into the air. As he did this, he could see Koizumi glancing down at his own bokuto. It seemed like he was rehearsing something in his head. Perhaps he was going over the procedure for another sword technique? Hiroki would find out in a second, after he concluded his speech, “... Was intimidation.” With that, Hiroki unleashed a blast of wind directly at Koizumi who had taken his spot opposite of Hiroki. Unfortunately for the academy student, Koizumi was prepared for such an attack made on him. He’d readied himself during Hiroki’s speech, rehearsing the procedure in his head. As the miniature shockwave made its way towards Koizumi, Hiroki would find that it dissipated against the defense that his opponent erected.

As Hiroki fired off his attack, Koizumi held his bokuto in front of him and began manipulating his hand in such a way that the weapon began spinning like blades of a helicopter in his hand. This would create the illusion of a brownish disc in front of the academy student. It was this that Hiroki’s attack would collide with and shatter helplessly against. This was the first of the Kawada family’s sword techniques, bearing the name “Getsuei.” It was a difficult technique to master, but learning the basics of it were easy to the point that members of the Kawada family could potentially learn it before joining the academy. Koizumi’s cocky smirk still hadn’t disappeared. Shade still calmly observed nearby. His bokuto was now housed in his sash next to his zanpakutou and his arms were crossed as he watched the two fight with minor interest. It seemed that Koizumi was indeed the superior student as he’d expected. There wasn’t much Hiroki could do against someone who’d had as much out-of-class training as members of the Kawada family get before being shipped off to the academy.

Koizumi easily parried Hiroki’s quick strike at him, returning with a few more of his own. “What’s the matter? Don’t keep me in suspense, Hiroki. Intimidate me...” he replied, delivering swing after swing. In the middle of Koizumi’s sudden barrage of strikes, he used Getsuei, making his bokuto a circular, blurred propeller. Koizumi was quick to jam this in Hiroki’s direction. It was like having a round shield shoved at him, except anything it touched was hit by his bokuto. Just how would Hiroki respond to this new sword technique that Koizumi had revealed? It appeared to not only provide him with an amazing defense, but quite a ferocious offense as well. Koizumi looked up towards Shade for a brief moment as he unleashed his onslaught on the other academy student. It was not long enough for Hiroki to take advantage of, but it would simply show that Koizumi cared more about impressing his family’s head than actually beating Hiroki. Hiroki would be wrong if he assumed that Koizumi had anything against him. Their fight was merely business for the young Kawada.

After observing the start of their fight, Shade closed his eyes, turned, and walked to other groups. It seemed that he was done watching his relative fight. Either he’d seen all he’d needed to or he already knew who was going to win. Either way, Shade would not be present for the remainder of their fight. He was still the teacher of the whole class, and they were not the only two students. Other groups with less experienced fighters needed guidance, and Shade was there to provide the best instruction they would ever receive in the art of Kendo. “You’re holding your weapon incorrectly. Hold it like this,” Hiroki could hear Shade saying as he stopped near Suzuna’s and Musashi’s group. He wouldn’t be able to look and see due to fighting Koizumi, but one of them clearly didn’t know anything when it came to swordfighting.

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