To Emerge: The Second Day (Joint Training)

[Tsajara Dread]

Joint Training for Sargon and Niraja Sjane/Tsajara Dread.

Training for SP

After returning to her room, Dread felt....strange. Her heart was beating fast. And somehow she felt...off. It had been months since her fight, since she had first felt Nira again. Slowly, she closed her eyes, reaching up to her chest as she felt that soft throb of sensation. Even with Sargon's healing she could feel it. She could taste it inside of her. That sudden shifting. She swallowed hard as she rolled over in her nest, shutting her eyes tightly as a dull BABUMP coursed through her body, every inch of her starting to tingle.

Something about it....seeing those menos. It had reminded her.....reminded her of that meteor shower. And that voice spilled into her mind. "Tsaja." The voice caused her eyes to snap open. A sudden chill running up her spine as she sat up, pausing for a moment as something caught her eye. Her Zanpaku'to was cracking. Staring down at the weapon, she could feel it as a crack slithered it's way along her own skin. It had been so very very long.....

"Nira?" She answered, staring as that crack widened, a sudden whisper of reiatsu spilling out. One that was so much Stronger. She knew her power had been mitigated by her worthless body. It just couldn't utilize all of it. Even though she had learned a number of different techniques, anything involving reiatsu just.....fizzled.

She could barely even use her special garganta. Definitely not to an extent that it would be usable in battle. But that reiatsu that was spilling out of her blade was much stronger than her own. And even as she felt it, she felt reiatsu begin spilling out of her own skin, much higher than she was used to putting out. Those eyes widened before slowly they closed, the room shuddering softly as she did her best to hide what was going on. But this sudden jump in power was not something she could just hide.

The Roar was incredible, like the room itself had been holding in a breath for a thousand years, only now letting it all out in one generous burst of breath. Cracks slithered along the ceiling and for a moment, the tree that served as the only furnishing in Dread's room almost teetered. Any arrancar in the tower....doubtlessly, would be alerted unless there was some sort of damper in the walls. And when it was finished, Dread wasn't sure what she was feeling.

All at once she felt....light. She had never actually noticed it, but her body had always been heavy. Like some sort of weight had been on it, holding her down, as if she had been in chains. But now that was gone, and slowly her eyes opened, swallowing softly as those pretty peepers spotted someone across from her. For a moment she didn't know who it was, and at the same time she did. A smile played across her features as she laid on the dloor of the nest, a hand raising to slowly wave at them. And they waved back.

Of course after all of that...BOTH of them went to sleep. Exhausted.

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The next morning, after the pair of them had gotten dressed, it was...strange. But nice. Niraja Sjane finally had her old body back. Tsaja smiled to herself as she watched the shorter arrancar run around, a smile plastered on their face as they sped about, using sonido and all sorts of fancy moves as they got acclimated to having her own body. It was like watching a child. Of course Nira was happy, she was free. A body more than two thousand years old was free at last.

The dark-haired girl had immediately picked out something sporty for her uniform. A loose white jacket with a big fluffy feathered lining. Underneath she had the equivalent of a sports bra on as well as a white ventilated hakama, having immediately sought to differentiate herself from Tsajara with a more punkish look. She grinned as she swaggered down the hall, with Tsaja walking behind them looking like a proud older sister. Niraja was so happy, and Tsajara so distracted that both of them failed to notice.

People looked at them very differently. People SAW them very differently. The other day, most of them had only looked at Dread as a beauty. But they didn't see them as overly strong. She had felt like a fraccion. Or a Privaron espada. Strong enough to notice, but not strong enough to be weary of. But now that had changed very drastically. With Niraja no longer disrupting her spiritual pressure, their bodies no longer struggling to tear apart, that spiritual pressure had skyrocketed to that of an Espada. And HARDLY one of the weaker ones.

But, oblivious to this, the girls continued to move, Tsaja watching happily as Niraja speed-stepped and cartwheeled down the halls. The both of them completely unaware that they were probably drawing attention to themselves. But what did they care? They were happy, and each with their own bodies. Nira for the first time in a very long time, was able to move as she wanted. And neither of them could feel any voices inside them. With this new separation, those screams were finally gone.

[Sargon Denumic]

Sargon walked throughout the halls of Las Noches once again feeling the horrific sensation of boredom wash over his body. The halls were the same as they always were nothing, but bleak white that never held anything else, but his inner most rage and frustration at how boring his current situation was. Even now after he had returned from hiding he was forced to go through days upon days of nothing interesting to do. On the rare occasion like yesterday he was able to move forward with his plans, but more often than naught all he could do was look inside of himself.

As he walked throughout the halls though the stares of frightened Arrancar were starting to get to him. He hadn't had anything really planned for today. In truth he had been planning on introducing Dread to either Aurora or Zegram and hadn't been able to find any of them this morning. He wasn't going to have to enforce some way of being able to find them at all times it seemed. That was when he stepped forwards into a section of the hallway that connected with another.

In that moment a small Arrancar collided with him on the left side. He was pushed to the side slightly yet remained on his feet. In the moment that followed though he turned his head and his gaze looked down at the dark haired female. It was the look of something one would more than likely see only on a demon than another entity. One of pure rage and judgment. Then it was gone though as he looked down the hall and saw Dread. "There you are. I don't recall you bringing a friend along."

[Tsajara Dread]

The moment Sargon slammed into Niraja, there was a pause, a sudden flare of reiatsu from the smaller arrancar that would likely shock the male, chances being that those with her level of reiatsu would be very rare even in las noches. As she looked up at the male,she began  furrowing her brows for just an instant, as if challenging him before suddenly she perked up, brows lifting for a moment before a smile spread across her face. "Oh! Hey Sargon." She chirped, immedately relaxing as Dread soon followed after them, a brow lifting for a moment as she looked at Sarg.

For a moment she paused, furrowing her brows and letting her spiritual pressure rise a little, when she suddenly remembered that Sargon really didn't seem to have that much of an energy sense. So he would likely be unable to tell how deathly identical their reiatsu signatures were. "I didn't. Well....not.....really." She spoke softly, that smile only widening just a bit. She seemed....happier. Her smile was much less bland, much less passive. She seemed genuinely to be enjoying herself, which made her all the more radiant.

Reaching up, Niraja frowned as she relized how much taller Sargon was than her now, a miffed little huff escaping from her as she slipped her hands into her pockets. I'm her zanpaku'to." She stated simply, oversimplifying perhaps, but still idlying about, practicingrunning up the walls as Dread watched her, a soft.....proud little smile on the woman's face as she did so, shrugging a little as she glanced back at Sargon. "More or less." She confirmed.

Truth be told she wasn't sure what to call Niraja. She was technically a hollow....arrancar....thing. Almost like a twin that she'd absorbed. And somewhere along the line their powers manifested within one another. Nowadays she was fairly sure that they were probably something akin to the same person. Nira however was much less concerned about any of that. 'Dread's Zanpaku'to' was just fine for her, and she made no attempt to further explain herself. Though she did pause for a moment to peer at Sargon, as if wondering if she could balance on his head without him noticing. At this point she was actually behind him. And, well...with her stealth skills, he would probably lose track of her completely as she started sneaking about, amazingly apt at silencing her footsteps.

[Sargon Denumic]

Sargon looked at the young female with dark hair and could feel just barely what seemed to be her attempt at intimidating him. She was more than likely flaring her reiatsu in a rage that someone would get in her way. Sargon for a brief moment felt nothing oozing from this Arrancar, but disrespect and due to his already horrible mood the Tercera lost control of himself for a moment. His own reiatsu flared for a moment and in that brief second it would feel like all the moister in the area suddenly was gone. The lips of both Dread and Nira would suddenly crack.

Sargon saw Dread though and inhaled deeply grasping control over his temper. By the time his reiatsu returned to its relaxed state the walls, ceiling and floor of the hallway around him were . . . melted. It might come as a surprise to both of the girls, but Sargon knew that if he hadn't seen Dread when he did the girl in front of him would more then likely be dead right now. His reiatsu had been enough that in the brief moment the actual structure around him had started to melt from the heat. This new girl though seemed to be relatively strong and Sargon was curious as to where she had been yesterday.

It didn't take long for him to actually learn what she was though and where she had been up to this point. It turned out that the dark haired Arrancar was actually Dread's zanpakuto. When she had uttered such a thing a sneer spread across Sargon's face for a brief moment. It was different from a smile and held no anger. It was something one would assume to see on the face of a truly evil individual that was enjoying themselves. "Well now that makes you even more special Dread."

Sargon could feel the difference in the air around him as Nira continued to move from one place to another. She was right beside him no matter what and after the first few moments Sargon was starting to get annoyed. This one was far more upbeat and joyful while obviously curious than Dread. "What might you're name be than holder of the power?" Sargon didn't bother to change his position he would have to just deal for the time being. He didn't wish to scare either of them and forcing them to the guard would be the only way to keep them in one spot.

[Tsajara Dread]

That sudden massive surge of reiatsu would have, before, completely floored Dread, and done more than burn her. But with her new body separation, Tsajara and Niraja both stood their ground. Feeling the weight of that spiritual pressure, but more than able to resist it, even that incredible heat failed to scathe them, the combination of hierro and their higher class of power allowing them to resist the sheer force of his reiatsu. Though they still felt that rush of heat, very aware that they would be injured if he actually funneled that ability into an attack that they would certainly be in trouble. Though his pressure alone was not something that could kill either of them.

Niraja raised a brow, frowning as suddenly a much more....focused look crossed her features, catching the look Sargon was giving Dread. She stopped moving, dropping into sheer stealth. With sargon's lack of experience sensing stealthed individuals, she would vanish compleely as she hid her reiatsu. If she had been a novice, perhaps his pesquis would have picked her up, however she was not, and even that radar would fail to detect her as she watched him.

Dread also picked up on that....tone, as well as the sneer that crossed his features, reminded of that incident with the Vasto Lorde, her features growing impassive, all of that joy she had been showing earlier vanishing, her instinctive protectiveness of her other self kicking in. "I suppose its more complicated than that. She...became my zanpaku'to. for lack of a better word. Her name is Niraja. Niraja Sjane." She explained softly, leaving out the fact that Niraja was....essentially...her mother. As she as an adjuchas had emerged from that shell of a gillian. But for now she didn't go into that.

"You may have noticed before that I had never used things like....cero or bala. And it's hardly from the fact that I didn't KNOW them. I'm actually quite good with such things. But....before our separation. There were....issues with our body. Our soul far outmatching the shell that we were inhabiting. It wasn't dealing with the two of us inside it very well. And well...once we finally managed to separate..." She let a brief little flex of her reiatsu, giving him a full taste for just a moment. A reiatsu that was not so very far from his own, and leagues above what it had been before, which would no doubt show why his own spiritual pressure had not been so effective on them.

"We're stilll......getting used to the separation." She murmured, lowering her gaze. If Nira hadn't already stopped skipping around, she too would be halting at the subject. "However it is an issue that we intend to rectify with training Nira in her new body." She explained, not glancing in their direction. She also needed to train in such a way. Because of their bond, ontop of the fact that they themselves had centuries of practice in sensing stealthed individuals, she was doing her best not to simply glance at Niraja when mentioning her. Doing so in a battle would imeditely give her away after all.