Post by Arantima Kawada on Mar 26, 2016 5:18:13 GMT -5
[SP Training]
The Leaves of Doragonzutsurī shook lightly as the trunk was struck over and over and from below those leaves a grunting followed. Arantima worked vigorously in practiced strikes against the trunk of the tree, now adding Hakudo styles to his training regimen. Not Fourteen hours ago He had passed the Academy and received his shinigami badge and even though he had passed, his marks were far from stellar. He Attached the Scores to the tree at eye level, staring at it and letting his own disappointment fuel his rage into his blows which landed like a child's even though thrown with the force and determination of a dragon.
His blows landed one after another, wearing into the tree even further. The tree was already worn completly smooth on this side and the growth altered slightly from the constant battering blows of Arantima's fists. Arantima took his hands and stared at them as they shook, his flesh broken on the knuckles already from the repeated punching and he growls softly at himself. As he wraps his hands and knuckles with a simple bandage he looks up at the sky and sighs What are you doing with yourself Arantima? You are not some simple Vagabond with a strange blade any longer, you are a Soul reaper.
He nods to himself with a grunted release of breath before drawing his Zanpakuto and holding it in both hands, taking a basic sword fighting stance before the tree. He Rears the blade back to strike the tree when a Gust of wind Blows the Small area he is in, rustling the leaves violently and from the sky a Roar that breaks like thunder erupts. Arantima turns around almost instantly out of equal parts fear and curiosity before he notices that no one else around has heard this loud thundering sound as they all walk on their merry ways.
Arantima looks around in the sky a moment before turning back to face the tree, rearing the blade back once again and a voice breaks through his consciousness. "What do you think you are doing boy!?" The voice is old and wise yet at the same time filled with so much rage that Arantima drops his blade. He Looks around, eyes wide before looking down to his blade and kneeling down reaching towards the blade with a shaking hand. "That is OUR Tree boy! How dare you think of Marking it with my blade!" Arantima's hand grasps the hilt of his blade and the voice erupts through his mind once again.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, he knows what this is, but still doesn't quite understand what to do. He Tries to just hold it and think about how he feels on the matter but that doesn't get him anywhere, just receiving silence in return for his attempts. "Hold me Properly Arantima! We are Dragons not men, Have a Sense of Symbolism!" If it had been at all possible Arantima would have sworn up and down he had been smacked on his head. As if by muscle memory Arantima took the blade and held it with the flat on his palms, thumbs curling around the blade, right hand at the tip and left hand just above the Guard.
Arantima opened his eyes and found himself standing in the center of a large body of water, grey skies covering the entire world that he could see which was also covered in glassy water. The gentle rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, heralding a storm coming but somehow Arantima knew it would never come, not until it was called. In this Lovely Serene place Arantima felt as if talking would somehow be Taboo What is this place? Where Am I?.. And why do I feel at peace here? As he thought these things a soft rumbling chuckle erupted from under the deep water without disturbing its surface "The Boy can learn! If you speak here boy The world will shatter under your uncontrolled Roaring. You are still raw, and I will Teach you, but you may not know my name Little dragon. You are not worthy of it."
Arantima takes a step back at hearing this and opens his mouth in shock, taking a sharp breath as one is want to do in such a situation. As he does, he takes in as much air as could blow a sailing ship hard enough to send it on its course seemingly forever and he falls to his knees clutching his chest which feels like it will burst. The Water rumbles in a loud laugh that ends swiftly before Arantima finds a way to release the air, splitting the cloud cover above himself releasing just a small sliver of light.. And the clouds do not return to their positions leaving a sliver of light as a spot light permanently in this realm.
What is this place? Why do I have so much power here? he tries to control his breathing, finding he causes small gusts with even just simple breathes. There is a Long moment where he thinks there will be no answer before a dragon appears from under the water. The Dragon walks along the water on its four rather stumpy little legs in an ambling prancing manner before coming up to Arantima, who on his hands and knees is face level with this dragon. ""This is your Realm Boy! Your Soul, the inner workings of what makes you.. And what makes me.." He smirks and turns to dive into the water, not making a single ripple while smacking Arantima in the face with his tail as he does.
The Leaves of Doragonzutsurī shook lightly as the trunk was struck over and over and from below those leaves a grunting followed. Arantima worked vigorously in practiced strikes against the trunk of the tree, now adding Hakudo styles to his training regimen. Not Fourteen hours ago He had passed the Academy and received his shinigami badge and even though he had passed, his marks were far from stellar. He Attached the Scores to the tree at eye level, staring at it and letting his own disappointment fuel his rage into his blows which landed like a child's even though thrown with the force and determination of a dragon.
His blows landed one after another, wearing into the tree even further. The tree was already worn completly smooth on this side and the growth altered slightly from the constant battering blows of Arantima's fists. Arantima took his hands and stared at them as they shook, his flesh broken on the knuckles already from the repeated punching and he growls softly at himself. As he wraps his hands and knuckles with a simple bandage he looks up at the sky and sighs What are you doing with yourself Arantima? You are not some simple Vagabond with a strange blade any longer, you are a Soul reaper.
He nods to himself with a grunted release of breath before drawing his Zanpakuto and holding it in both hands, taking a basic sword fighting stance before the tree. He Rears the blade back to strike the tree when a Gust of wind Blows the Small area he is in, rustling the leaves violently and from the sky a Roar that breaks like thunder erupts. Arantima turns around almost instantly out of equal parts fear and curiosity before he notices that no one else around has heard this loud thundering sound as they all walk on their merry ways.
Arantima looks around in the sky a moment before turning back to face the tree, rearing the blade back once again and a voice breaks through his consciousness. "What do you think you are doing boy!?" The voice is old and wise yet at the same time filled with so much rage that Arantima drops his blade. He Looks around, eyes wide before looking down to his blade and kneeling down reaching towards the blade with a shaking hand. "That is OUR Tree boy! How dare you think of Marking it with my blade!" Arantima's hand grasps the hilt of his blade and the voice erupts through his mind once again.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, he knows what this is, but still doesn't quite understand what to do. He Tries to just hold it and think about how he feels on the matter but that doesn't get him anywhere, just receiving silence in return for his attempts. "Hold me Properly Arantima! We are Dragons not men, Have a Sense of Symbolism!" If it had been at all possible Arantima would have sworn up and down he had been smacked on his head. As if by muscle memory Arantima took the blade and held it with the flat on his palms, thumbs curling around the blade, right hand at the tip and left hand just above the Guard.
Arantima opened his eyes and found himself standing in the center of a large body of water, grey skies covering the entire world that he could see which was also covered in glassy water. The gentle rumble of thunder rolled in the distance, heralding a storm coming but somehow Arantima knew it would never come, not until it was called. In this Lovely Serene place Arantima felt as if talking would somehow be Taboo What is this place? Where Am I?.. And why do I feel at peace here? As he thought these things a soft rumbling chuckle erupted from under the deep water without disturbing its surface "The Boy can learn! If you speak here boy The world will shatter under your uncontrolled Roaring. You are still raw, and I will Teach you, but you may not know my name Little dragon. You are not worthy of it."
Arantima takes a step back at hearing this and opens his mouth in shock, taking a sharp breath as one is want to do in such a situation. As he does, he takes in as much air as could blow a sailing ship hard enough to send it on its course seemingly forever and he falls to his knees clutching his chest which feels like it will burst. The Water rumbles in a loud laugh that ends swiftly before Arantima finds a way to release the air, splitting the cloud cover above himself releasing just a small sliver of light.. And the clouds do not return to their positions leaving a sliver of light as a spot light permanently in this realm.
What is this place? Why do I have so much power here? he tries to control his breathing, finding he causes small gusts with even just simple breathes. There is a Long moment where he thinks there will be no answer before a dragon appears from under the water. The Dragon walks along the water on its four rather stumpy little legs in an ambling prancing manner before coming up to Arantima, who on his hands and knees is face level with this dragon. ""This is your Realm Boy! Your Soul, the inner workings of what makes you.. And what makes me.." He smirks and turns to dive into the water, not making a single ripple while smacking Arantima in the face with his tail as he does.
