First Lession For a New Fraccion

[Sargon Denumic]

(Training for TTP)

Sargon for the time being stood in the ever vast waste of the white sand desert that was Hueco Mundo. He had been here for so long that part of his memory seemed to be gone. He knew who he was though that was something that he would never forget he was an individual that sought out immortality. His thirst for battle was nearly unquenchable yet he sought after goal of never being forgotten would never cease to exist. However, over the last few weeks after waking from his slumbers he had the eerie sensation that something wasn't actually correct.

He couldn't figure out what it was, but it was as if he was forgetting something that needed to be remembered. He didn't think that it had to do with either of his Fraccion nor about himself. Yet at the same time that was all he really had to think about normally other than collecting promising individuals from any species for his collection. This morning he had awoken with that same feeling once again and decided that instead of simply ignoring it he was going to distract himself for the day.

Going around turning the desert into miles upon thousands of miles of molten lava though wouldn't be all that fun. He knew it was more than possible for him if he actually wished to do so and in truth it wouldn't be the first time that he had turned the desert into a pit so hot that one would mistake it for Hell. No instead he believed it was time that he strengthened those that sought to fight under his name. It would bring disgrace upon him if Zegram failed normally. He was already tired of having to deal with Aurora constantly being overwhelmed yet at the same time couldn't blame her for the majority of the times.

So he had informed Zegram by leaving a note in the room that he was allowed to stay in with Aurora. By all means Sargon didn't have a problem simply waking Zegram up without any proper manners at all yet for the time being he wished to be by himself. It had been so long since he was actually challenged in combat that all of his passion seemed to be leaving him. Everything felt empty now especially himself and he knew that he needed to be challenged or something bad might happen.

[Zegram]

(Training for TTP)

Zegram laid in the bed he shared with his lover, Aurora. It had not been long since he had decided to join the forces of Las Noches by serving as the Fraccion to Sargon, trecera espada. Zegram had once been a member of an opposing faction in Huaco Mundo, Escudo. It was similar in a way to Las Noches, but was lead by powerful Arrancars instead of the Shinigami King of Las Noches. Due to the loss of Escudo's leaders, the loose alliance of hollows and Arrancars disbanded. Its soldiers scattered. Leaders Missing. With limited options, Zegram wondered the world of the living and Huaco Mundo in solitude. Until he met Aurora. After a date they fell for each other. If it was a purely strategic move or genuine affection, it was getting harder and harder to tell. 

Zegram's golden eyes opened. He looked to his left seeing Aurora still sleeping soundly. He smiled. He sat up slowly in order to not wake her. He kissed her cheek softly. She truly was a beautiful woman, he thought. Zegram removed the covers to get dressed. Zegram dawned on his dress shirt and dress pants. Some thought that it was rather fancy for an Arrancar, but who really cared? He slipped on his suit jacket and tightened his tie. He reached for his fedora. His prized position. Finally there was his Zanpakuto. The weapon of the Arrancar. He stretched closing his eyes again feeling his muscles loosing slightly in his arms and back. 

He opened his eyes and looked to the door. There was a note. He thought that it was a bit odd for someone to have left a note which raised his curiosity. He picked it up. It was from his Espada. Zegram questioned why he didn't just wake him when he came in. It would have been quicker that way. With a shrug, Zegram put the note where he wwas sure Aurora would find it. He knew that she hated it when Zegram left her in bed alone, but if it was an order from Sargon, there wasn't much that either of them could do. Zegram made his way through the large, long hallways of Las Noches back outside to the bleak white desert. 

It didn't take long for Zegram to find Sargon standing in the ocean of sand. Zegram was sure that Sargon was expecting him, so he didn't bother hiding his footsteps. When Zegram was a respectable distance from his master he bowed at the waist removing his fedora and putting it over his chest. "Good evening master Sargon. How my I be of service?" He asked preferring to get straight to the heart of the matter. Though he can have a silver tongue when it comes to the fairer sex, when it came to business or anything of the sort, Zegram preferred to know what was going on right away, within reason of course, he couldn't demand anything of Sargon at his current strength. 

[Sargon Denumic]

Standing there in the white desert was the Tercera Espada who had been waiting for little over an hour now alone. He hadn't given his Fraccion Zegram any sort of time frame to arrive to meet him for he had planned on being in the desert for the majority of the day regardless of when Zegram would arrive. Sargon didn't like being contained in his chambers even if they the chambers were designed by himself for his tastes. It didn't matter he sought out excitement which was always lacking in his opinion.

Now though as he had been thinking over the plans that had been slowly unfolding from within the shadows his Fraccion approached him. He had awoken from his slumber faster than he had thought was likely. Zegram nor Aurora were the type to wake early and seek out training immediately which was actually rather boring. Neither of them wer ethe type to rush through excessive amounts of fire to burn their bodies to the point that all which is left is strength.

They were more patient or at least Zegram was more patient. However, when Zegram had released and used his poison based abilities against him Sargon had analyzed just the type of individual that Zegram truly is at his core. An individual that attacks from that which pretends not to be true. Poison is the method of killing for assassins and cunning individuals. Not something like acid which Aurora held as her ability. Acid was the ability of those that hated the world and wished to see it melt away into something different.

Both of them were different and yet they shared a connection that wasn't just affection towards each other. Sargon had willingly taken Zegram on as his second Fraccion not because Aurora wished for it. That had played a small factor in the decision. What the true reason was came with the both the reasoning that a smart, cunning individual that could fight differently than himself or Aurora would be a glorious addition. That and his powers just as Aurora's were play offs of his own abilities.

Zegram bowed and asked how he might be of service to which Sargon looked at him the emotion in his eyes the same one of absentminded boredom. Neither Aurora nor Zegram had ever caused his eyes to change. While they were his Fraccion neither had surpassed anything that was expected of them yet. The eyes of the True King wouldn't change unless something unexpected was achieved. "Today will be the first day of your training Zegram."

"Unlike Aurora who is instructed through combat and survival you will be taught through example." Sargon spoke calmly with an aura of authority and confidence. He didn't come off as overly arrogant or even prideful at the moment though which was surprising. He was the Espada of Pride itself so one would expect it to always be apart of him. However, only those who knew him would know that such a trait was not the only thing that flowed through the heart of the True King.

"In order to face off against more powerful adversaries. Those that I will be expecting you to not only defeat, but crush beneath you the arsenal of techniques that you possess must be broad while also playing to your strengths. You're a snake Zegram. Not just in your release. The way that you move and speak is the same. So I take it that you're strengths are best fast yet subtle. You'll be trained as my assassin from this day forth Zegram. Now what techniques do you currently have knowledge and the ability to preform."

[Zegram]

Zegram would straighten placing his hat back onto his head. The dry wind of the desert would blow past them rustling Zegram's coat and pants. Zegram tried to read the Espada, but found that he was not able too. The fact that Zegram could not read him like he would anyone else is what Zegram liked about Sargon. He was a challenge. One that Zegram was more than willing to try and conquer. Zegram knew that he would have to fight Sargon sometime during his path for power. So while he was in his services, Zegram would need to make sure he can gather everything he can on the Espada for future use. For now, Zegram would have to go with whatever Sargon wished. 

"Today will be the first day of your training Zegram." Zegram was not really surprised at the prospect of training with Sargon. During their initial meeting, Zegram fought Sargon only to realize that his poisons had no effect on him. That only served to show the difference in power between the two Arrancar. Zegram might as well have been a newly formed arrancar compared to the strength of the Espada. Zegram didn't wish to be trained completly by Sargon, otherwise Sargon would be able to know everything that Zegram would throw at him, but on the other hand, Zegram could learn a thing or two from him. The things the espada knew could aid him in gaining power from other Arrancar even established Espada.

"Unlike Aurora who is instructed through combat and survival you will be taught through example." Zegram was not sure about having them being trained differently, but then again who was he to question his master? Zegram remained silent listening intently to what Sargon had to say. Zegram noticed the tone that Sargon used while speaking to him. It was like an old martial arts master talking to his young pupil. There was no hint of arrogance or pride in his voice. Was that just for his sake, but why would Sargon even care? Zegram shook the thought out of his head for the moment. None of that mattered at this time. Now he needed to focus on training. 

"In order to face off against more powerful adversaries. Those that I will be expecting you to not only defeat, but crush beneath you the arsenal of techniques that you possess must be broad while also playing to your strengths. You're a snake Zegram. Not just in your release. The way that you move and speak is the same. So I take it that you're strengths are best fast yet subtle. You'll be trained as my assassin from this day forth Zegram. Now what techniques do you currently have knowledge and the ability to preform." This is where Zegram was a bit embarrassed. Zegram had been too busy trying to figure out a plan for himself, that he had neglected learning techniques that might help him achieve those goals. 

"I am sorry to say that outside of my Heirro release techniques, all I am familiar with are the things all hallows know since they were mere Gillian. Only the basic Cero and Bala i have bothered to master." He didn't bother trying to come up with an excuse for it. He figured that Sargon would not want to hear it, nor would he find it relevant in the long run. Maybe he already knew about Zegram's small pool of techniques from their fight earlier, and this training was to rectify that. He would respect Sargon's foresight if that was the case. Zegram didn't meet the Espada's eyes during his response. That was not something that he does even at a disadvantage in any other case. 

[Sargon Denumic]

While Zegram stood there and spoke answering the question regarding what techniques he actually were able to preform Sargon stood there just overlooking him. Even as Zegram answered him though stating that he only knew how to use Heirro, Cero and Bala Sargon knew that he was lying. When Zegram stopped speaking Sargon's expression shifted from the one of uncaring instruction to mild disappointment and anger. It was as if he had just been offended the question was though by what.

"Zegram I'll make this very clear. It should be clear already that I understand you and what intentions you might have. I don't object to them even that idea in your head that you'll learn under me enough to one day surpass me. The reason being that it's precisely what the strong do. What I object against is being lied too. When you lie to me you insult me. I don't like being insulted. Choose your words wisely at all times. If you try to lie I'll know no matter what. Now why didn't you include Sondio in the small arsenal of your techniques."

Sargon while prideful wasn't without restraint. Zegram was a new initiate he had to learn what he could and couldn't get away with just like Aurora had to learn. Aurora was allowed to do things that other Espada more than likely wouldn't accept that much was true and yet for all of it was simply because Sargon allowed it. Zegram would be allowed to do much the same if he obtained if he understood what was allowed and what wasn't allowed. Aurora had this same type of experince happen to her since she had become his Fraccion.

Finding herself against a wall without knowing how Sargon found out the things that he did. It was as if he could read their minds and find out everything about them. Yet no one had that ability. Sargon would wait until Zegram gave him the answer as to why he had hid the fact he knew Sondio to continue. "The first thing that you'll be learning today is something more useful especially for you. A different type of Sondio. One that will ensure you're not pushed against a wall with no way to attack like what happened against that Quincy." Just like that he had brought up another event without ever being told about it.

Zegram wouldn't have the chance to say anything though for in that next instant Sargon would simply vanish making no noise nor anything else that would enable Zegram to track him. "I'll be teaching you how to move at an accelerated pace much the same as Sonido while ensuring that your movements are silent and unforseeable. The technique is known by the name Sin-Sonido. At least in this era that's it's name." Sargon spoke in that normal none caring yet attentive way that he had at the beginning and his voice came from behind Zegram.

Zegram without a doubt would have to turn to face Sargon and when he did he'd see that Sargon was roughly ten feet away from him. He had moved such a distance in an instant and there had been nothing. It had seemed as if he just vanished into nothingness even more untraceable than when someone with vast speed executed a step technique. Whether Zegram hated how he was being treated or not there was one thing he wouldn't be able to deny. The play off just from these first few minutes seemed to be world changing in terms of possibilities.

[Zegram]

"Zegram I'll make this very clear. It should be clear already that I understand you and what intentions you might have. I don't object to them even that idea in your head that you'll learn under me enough to one day surpass me. The reason being that it's precisely what the strong do. What I object against is being lied too. When you lie to me you insult me. I don't like being insulted. Choose your words wisely at all times. If you try to lie I'll know no matter what. Now why didn't you include Sondio in the small arsenal of your techniques." Zegram's eyes widened when he realized his mistake. Sonido was one of those techniques that was used so much it was hard to even consider being without it. 

"Forgive me my lord. It was not my intention to deceive you. Sonido is such a common and essential technique that it slipped my mind." Sargon seemed to be satisfied with his excuse. Now Zegram was on his toes. He was not really familiar with Sargon's temperament, and didn't plan on find out the details the hard way. "The first thing that you'll be learning today is something more useful especially for you. A different type of Sondio. One that will ensure you're not pushed against a wall with no way to attack like what happened against that Quincy." Zegram stiffened when he heard that. How could Sargon have possibly have known about that? 

Zegram never told anyone about his fights. Aurora might be an exception, but he doubted that she would have bothered Sargon about the struggles that Zegram had been in. This really put him at a disadvantage. If he knew that, what else could he know about. He was fully aware that he was taking a risk when he decided to join the espada after his time with Escudo. He really didn't think that anything like this would be a possibility. A cold sweat started to run down his back and brown. He will need to be far more careful than he first thought. The next thing Zegram knew, Sargon was gone. Zegram didn't even hear him move across the sand. Was this it?

"I'll be teaching you how to move at an accelerated pace much the same as Sonido while ensuring that your movements are silent and unforseeable. The technique is known by the name Sin-Sonido. At least in this era that's it's name." Zegram turned quickly behind him seeing Sargon had not only gotten behind him, but was also ten feet away from him. Zegram did not like this. He did not like this at all. Though the thought of such a Sonido would be useful. Zegram pulled himself together looking at Sargon with a slight smile. "I see. Such a technique would be most useful. How is it different from normal Sonido?" He inquired to learn the intricacies of the technique. 

[Sargon Denumic]

Sargon had been continuing to stand there looking over all of the reactions that displaced themselves through his facial and body reactions to Sargon's words. It seemed that just like Aurora Zegram was completely unable to handle the idea that Sargon knew things about him that likely no one actually knew. While in reality it was a very limited method of gaining information Sargon was able to impose himself as something more fearful and powerful in the eyes of his followers. It was both best to have those beanth fear as well as respect their ruler something that Sargon knew from experience.

So now as he vanished from Zegram's view and beagn to speak to the new Fraccion once again informing him that he'd be taught how to execute the technique that Sargon had just utilized in order to move across the sand fast enough that Zegram couldn't see him nor hear him. Zegram just as Sargon had expended was a fast study and insightful individual as his first response wasn't to immediately ask how to utilize the technique, but instead wished to know how the technique functioned. "This technique is different than the typical Sonido because in order to make it work you have to flow your reiatsu not only into the muscles in your legs and the bottom of the feet."

"Instead you have to focus your reiatsu around yourself as well while preforming Sondio. What this accomplishes is a type of stuble barrier around you. This desert is composed of incredibly dense reiatsu. Reiatsu is what normally alters others to movements or even reiatsu attacks in general due to the noise that it causes. This small barrier of reiatsu that you create around you cancels out the noise that the reiatsu in the air normally causes. What this means is you can move at an accelerated pace while making no noise."

Now that he was done explaining how Sin Sondio worked he motioned his hand outwards to Zegram for a moment signaling that it was time for Zegram to attempt using the technique. After that breif moment though Sargon turned around and cast his vision off across the desert. Off in the distance at a point that could almost not be seen was the forest. For whatever reason Sargon was starring at the forest. There wouldn't be any reason for Zegram to investigate this though for he had to give it his best to learn this technnique and move onwards to the others.

[Zegram]

Physically it was just like a normal sonido. The trick was trying to control the reiatsu around him during it to keep from making noise. HE couldn't quite control reiatsu as well as he can control information, but he would need to try anyway. Zegram tensed his legs preparing to step. He placed a hand on his fedora to make sure that it stayed in place. He stepped performing the sin sonido the best he could. He would disappear for a split second and reappear a ways in front of Sargon. Zegram would have no way of knowing if he was successful or not at the step technique. He turned to Sargon looking for any critique and criticism from the more powerful arrancar. 

[Sargon Denumic]

The Tercera stood watching as his male Fraccion attempted the best that he could at execution the technique known as Sin Sonido. What he witnessed wasn't the best attempt however it wasn't the worst result that he had seen in the past from instructing someone on a specific step technique either. Zegram had potential which wasn't anything he hadn't already deemed when first meeting him and taking him on as a Fraccion.

"Over the next week you'll need to memorize what it feels like to execute this technique until you're able to use it effectively enough that you have confidence that it can mean the difference between success or death. Now the next technique is much more straight forward." Sargon brought his left hand up above his head extended completely straight. His reiatsu became focused in his palm and started to glow grey.

It was only a moment later that reiatsu that looked to be the same as a bala or cero manifested above his palm. It wasn't in the shape of an orb though like either of those techniques. It was flat and spread outwards until it was a thin yet wide disc. It was what looked to be a saw which only became more apparent as it started to buzz and spin around while Sargon kept it above his hand.

"This technique will be you're most powerful outside of your release. Take precaution never to rely on it for victory unless your foe is to fast or has to much defense. The saw will cut clean through virtually anything while it travels at a speed that can surpass even the likes of bala." Sargon then motioned his left hand to the left and the saw simply would seem to be gone. However, in fact it was to fast for either Sargon or Zegram to even track.

The sand of the desert would suddenly be cut as the saw had glided across it cutting up the sand until it spun off upwards at a sharp angle. After it lost course and flew upwards it kept going for a few more feet and then broke apart. "The technique is only effective up close. The saw will lose its trajectory after a short distance. Now see if you can do it yourself." Sargon knew that more than likely Zegram was going to have a much harder time learning this technique than Sin Sonido.

[Zegram]

"Over the next week you'll need to memorize what it feels like to execute this technique until you're able to use it effectively enough that you have confidence that it can mean the difference between success or death. Now the next technique is much more straight forward." Zegram wasn't quite sure how to interpret that, but he figured that he must not have completely botched it if that was wall that Sargon had to say. Zegram let out a quiet sigh. It would look really bad on his part if he showed that he was incompetent in any form. Zegram would not allow that for himself. He had to get stronger, he had to be able to fight stronger arrancar, maybe even fight Sargon on a more even playing field. 

It seemed that Sargon had more than that to teach Zegram. He lifted his arm above his head gathering his grey rieatsu into it. The result wasn't that of a normal bala or cero. Instead of an orb, it was flat like a disk. It started to spin around around making a buzzing sound like a human saw. "This technique will be you're most powerful outside of your release. Take precaution never to rely on it for victory unless your foe is to fast or has to much defense. The saw will cut clean through virtually anything while it travels at a speed that can surpass even the likes of bala." To demonstrate his point he let it fly. He couldn't even see it. The sand was suddenly cut only then was he able to see it fly up and disperse before traveling too far. 

"The technique is only effective up close. The saw will lose its trajectory after a short distance. Now see if you can do it yourself." Zegram nodded turning to a large sand dune not far off. He raised his hand like sargon did trying to focus the reiatsu into the disc shape. It formed as an orb first wavering slightly as he tried to force it into the right shape. This was far harder than sargon made it look. The orb would flatten only slightly, the reiatsu starting to lose its stability. Zegram was not going to give up yet. He tried to make it flatter, but the more he did the less control he had. After a minute he had to throw it. It was sloppy, nothing like Sargons. The green lump of reiatsu flew visibly at the dune. Even wore, it missed a foot to the right before dissipating pathetically. 

Zegram tried again and again. Every time he would get something write, but something else wrong. Again and again he let bala after bala fly. He would hit some dunes, but completely miss another. Some of the balas would be the correct shape, but still were no where near fast enough. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Firing so many of them outside of his release was still a bit taxing on him. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He was starting to get frustrated. He couldn't figure out what was going wrong. Was it something that he was over looking? Was it that he was trying too hard? He didn't know, but he would figure it out one way or another.  

[Sargon Denumic]

Sargon stood quietly watching as his Fraccion attempted to execute the technique that had only been displayed for him once and while Zegram wasn't able to immediately pick up the technique it was good to see that he at least got the general idea of how to preform it. He continued to watch each attempt of Zegram's watching as he slowly began to figure out the correct methods of manipulating his reiatsu in order to execute the technique correctly.

He could see that Zegram was reaching the limitations of his reserves though as he was panting heavily and it seemed that any further training wasn't actually going to be productive for him. "That's enough for today Zegram. You did fair enough in your attempts. Starting tomorrow I want you to continue your training until you've reached the your limitations once again. Continue to practice and within about a week you should be able to execute both techniques at a level that will save you in the future."

Sargon was finished training his new Fraccion at least for today. He couldn't teach Zegram any further with the white haired Arrancar on the verge of using what little remained of his reiatsu. The day wasn't bad though. While Sargon didn't have any sort of fun himself he wasn't actually bored either which was better than the majority of his days in Las Noches. So perhaps he had found something to grasp ahold of his attention at least for the immediate future.

[Zegram]

Bala after bala Zegram threw at the sand dunes of the white desert. Each bala he threw was never quite what he wanted it to be. For some the speed was not right, most of the time the shape was off, but the entire time the reiatsu would be remain stable enough in the flattened disk form. Time after time he tried. Sand and dust was kicked up with each explosion. He felt the toll of the training taking hold on his body. Sweet was starting to drench his skin, his breath went from even, deep breaths, to shot and rapid. The pace in which he unleashed the bala slowed until he had to stop to let his body rest. He intended to start again, but Sargon stopped him. 

"That's enough for today Zegram. You did fair enough in your attempts. Starting tomorrow I want you to continue your training until you've reached the your limitations once again. Continue to practice and within about a week you should be able to execute both techniques at a level that will save you in the future." He would have argued with anyone else, but he was sure that he would not get anything but pain with Sargon. "Yes sir." He said between pants. He followed Sargon back to Las Noches for some rest and relaxation. Zegram thought that even though they were done training for the day, Sargon might still have some things lined up for him. 

[Johnwaluigi]

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