Post by Tsukuyomi Kawada on Jun 23, 2016 22:28:53 GMT -5
(Training for Shouwakusei at learned status and extra TTP)
Tsukuyomi at the moment was standing in the garden of the Kawada manor. This was where he had come to accept as his own personal sense of perfection in this new strange place. Tsukuyomi had grown up as nothing more than a poor blind boy that had to live off the streets in order to provide not only for himself, but his ill mother as well. Now that he had been brought into a noble family that his mother had apparently abandoned and his sight had somehow developed he was without words for the world.
Everything around him was . . . worse than he could have ever imagined them to be as a blind individual. The way that others looked at one another was something that Tsukuyomi had grown to hate even in this short amount of time. He hadn't been getting along with the other members of this noble family by the name of Kawada. He had accepted himself as a member and wore their crest on his clothing yet he in truth had no loyalty to them.
He had though met with one individual in the family that proved he was worthy of respect and held at least at the moment moderate power. The individual that sought to claim the Head position of this noble family and lead it back into greatest. A white haired individual with no true zanpakuto by the name of Shokan. Tsukuyomi had done battle against him to see which out of them was the more powerful Kawada. It had been a fairly even battle however Tsukuyomi had eventually been defeated.
It hadn't been a bad experience though. It had proved that Tsukuyomi wasn't in a family of weak individuals. He could always train here as well. After that he had found this garden filled with flowers that he actually enjoyed to see and smell. He had been able to win over the instructor of the Kawada sword techniques to teach him here instead of in the dusty old room that they had been using up until now. Here he could focus far better he didn't know what it was, but being outside just helped him.
During his battle with Shokan Tsukuyomi had been able to see that the white haired Shinigami also was a practitioner of the sword techniques that he had been learning in order to make himself more formidable. He had to keep getting more so or else there wouldn't be any chance of him surviving in this world. He was something different and different was always sought out and destroyed. It was a flaw in the hearts of all living creatures even the spirits.
After reading over the sword techniques of the Kawada family Tsukuyomi had asked the instructor if he would be able to teach him how to preform the technique known as Shouwakusei. A technique that Tsukuyomi believed could aid in his combat style exponentially. The instructor graciously had informed him of how it worked similar to a step technique only with his zanpakuto and how to actually make it work.
That was where he was now standing in the garden with his zanpakuto roughly thirty feet away from him imbedded in the ground. The green grass suffering dozens of holes in it from his blade. He had been trying to use the technique for the past few hours and only had minimal success so far. He could see it shaking slightly and moving upwards from the ground and yet that was all he couldn't make it come back to him.
There had to be something that he was doing wrong there had to be something that he was missing or else what else was there to be done. He was focusing the way that the instructor had told him that he would need to and he was calling out to his zanpakuto as well. Willing it as best he could to come back to him. Yet it wouldn't budge from the ground so what else was he to do. That was when it hit him.
There was the possibility that he needed an extra aid. Something that he had read about the technique that the instruct hadn't mentioned and thus he had overlooked. The technique was easier to use if a gesture was used to make the zanpakuto come back to them. So extending his right hand outwards in the direction of his zanpakuto Tsukuyomi concentrated and in the next instant the blade rushed outwards from the ground and into his palm.
Tsukuyomi was actually caught off guard for a moment even with his heightened senses and instincts he hadn't been ready for the speed that his zanpakuto had been able to get back to him. It was in the blink of an eye and something that he knew would help him out greatly during his next battle. It would always help him in trying to finally land a blow against his Captain something else that was constantly a hopeless endeavor.
Now that his zanpakuto was in his right hand once again Tsukuyomi wanted to test it out once again. His Captain stressed perfection and repetition. Unless he could do this technique without even having to think about it during combat than it wasn't going to be enough to help him become victorious against those that would wish an ill fate upon him. So he executed Suisei throwing his zanpakuto straight upwards into the air.
This technique was also a useful one that he had learned recently from the Kawada instructor. He had seen Shokan execute the technique as well while his had been far faster and more than likely carried with it far more force Tsukuyomi's still seemed to be moderately powerful. It wasn't something that one would expect from the short thin boy looking Shinigami which is what he hoped to see in every battle so that he could use their prejudgment against them for his victory.
Now as his zanpakuto reached maximum altitude he extended his hand again. Giving off the same reiatsu and sensation as he had prior. He willed his zanpakuto back to his hand and then he felt the weight of it in his palm. This was truly something different. It was as if his blade itself could execute shunpo. Already his mind was going to work incorporating this new tactical advantage into the usage of his zanpakuto. That was when he realized that it was getting late and with that his training for the day was over once again.
Tsukuyomi at the moment was standing in the garden of the Kawada manor. This was where he had come to accept as his own personal sense of perfection in this new strange place. Tsukuyomi had grown up as nothing more than a poor blind boy that had to live off the streets in order to provide not only for himself, but his ill mother as well. Now that he had been brought into a noble family that his mother had apparently abandoned and his sight had somehow developed he was without words for the world.
Everything around him was . . . worse than he could have ever imagined them to be as a blind individual. The way that others looked at one another was something that Tsukuyomi had grown to hate even in this short amount of time. He hadn't been getting along with the other members of this noble family by the name of Kawada. He had accepted himself as a member and wore their crest on his clothing yet he in truth had no loyalty to them.
He had though met with one individual in the family that proved he was worthy of respect and held at least at the moment moderate power. The individual that sought to claim the Head position of this noble family and lead it back into greatest. A white haired individual with no true zanpakuto by the name of Shokan. Tsukuyomi had done battle against him to see which out of them was the more powerful Kawada. It had been a fairly even battle however Tsukuyomi had eventually been defeated.
It hadn't been a bad experience though. It had proved that Tsukuyomi wasn't in a family of weak individuals. He could always train here as well. After that he had found this garden filled with flowers that he actually enjoyed to see and smell. He had been able to win over the instructor of the Kawada sword techniques to teach him here instead of in the dusty old room that they had been using up until now. Here he could focus far better he didn't know what it was, but being outside just helped him.
During his battle with Shokan Tsukuyomi had been able to see that the white haired Shinigami also was a practitioner of the sword techniques that he had been learning in order to make himself more formidable. He had to keep getting more so or else there wouldn't be any chance of him surviving in this world. He was something different and different was always sought out and destroyed. It was a flaw in the hearts of all living creatures even the spirits.
After reading over the sword techniques of the Kawada family Tsukuyomi had asked the instructor if he would be able to teach him how to preform the technique known as Shouwakusei. A technique that Tsukuyomi believed could aid in his combat style exponentially. The instructor graciously had informed him of how it worked similar to a step technique only with his zanpakuto and how to actually make it work.
That was where he was now standing in the garden with his zanpakuto roughly thirty feet away from him imbedded in the ground. The green grass suffering dozens of holes in it from his blade. He had been trying to use the technique for the past few hours and only had minimal success so far. He could see it shaking slightly and moving upwards from the ground and yet that was all he couldn't make it come back to him.
There had to be something that he was doing wrong there had to be something that he was missing or else what else was there to be done. He was focusing the way that the instructor had told him that he would need to and he was calling out to his zanpakuto as well. Willing it as best he could to come back to him. Yet it wouldn't budge from the ground so what else was he to do. That was when it hit him.
There was the possibility that he needed an extra aid. Something that he had read about the technique that the instruct hadn't mentioned and thus he had overlooked. The technique was easier to use if a gesture was used to make the zanpakuto come back to them. So extending his right hand outwards in the direction of his zanpakuto Tsukuyomi concentrated and in the next instant the blade rushed outwards from the ground and into his palm.
Tsukuyomi was actually caught off guard for a moment even with his heightened senses and instincts he hadn't been ready for the speed that his zanpakuto had been able to get back to him. It was in the blink of an eye and something that he knew would help him out greatly during his next battle. It would always help him in trying to finally land a blow against his Captain something else that was constantly a hopeless endeavor.
Now that his zanpakuto was in his right hand once again Tsukuyomi wanted to test it out once again. His Captain stressed perfection and repetition. Unless he could do this technique without even having to think about it during combat than it wasn't going to be enough to help him become victorious against those that would wish an ill fate upon him. So he executed Suisei throwing his zanpakuto straight upwards into the air.
This technique was also a useful one that he had learned recently from the Kawada instructor. He had seen Shokan execute the technique as well while his had been far faster and more than likely carried with it far more force Tsukuyomi's still seemed to be moderately powerful. It wasn't something that one would expect from the short thin boy looking Shinigami which is what he hoped to see in every battle so that he could use their prejudgment against them for his victory.
Now as his zanpakuto reached maximum altitude he extended his hand again. Giving off the same reiatsu and sensation as he had prior. He willed his zanpakuto back to his hand and then he felt the weight of it in his palm. This was truly something different. It was as if his blade itself could execute shunpo. Already his mind was going to work incorporating this new tactical advantage into the usage of his zanpakuto. That was when he realized that it was getting late and with that his training for the day was over once again.
