Post by Tsukuyomi Kawada on Jul 7, 2016 23:28:58 GMT -5
(Training for SP)
To the outside world of Soul Society more specifically at the Kawada Manor the young member of the noble family known as Tsukuyomi was sitting in the garden. All around him were the various flowers that ranged in all sorts of colors that he had only just started to experience. It was one of the primary reasons that Tsukuyomi came to this specific location in the manor to spend his time. One of the very few things in truth that the other Kawada would have picked up about him since he started to live in the manor when not at the division barracks.
That though was what was on the surface not what was truly happening or at least not to Tsukuyomi. In truth the young Kawada had his zanpakuto out resting on his knees as he sat cross legged. At the moment he was in stance that he preferred for Jinzen. The art of communicating with ones own zanpakuto spirit inside of the inner world. It was something that Tsukuyomi had been taught shortly before achieving shikai. It was through this meditation of sorts that he was able to communicate with his zanpakuto and learn of its abilities.
Tsukuyomi sought out not only the knowledge and power of his zanpakuto, but also her wisdom and insight as to what he was experiencing in the world. Normally her simply answer was that he was a Shinigami a warrior of Soul Society with the purpose of keeping those who have died in the world of the living safe and bringing them to Soul Society. She would often hassle him on his training teaching him inside of his own world how to wield her more effectively.
At this very moment inside of his inner world Tsukuyomi had just finished undergoing one of the sessions that she put him through. Leaning forwards panting heavily from over exerting himself and pushing his stamina past the normal limits was the black haired Kawada. His zanpakuto spirit the female warrior clad in black armor with hair as white as the surface of the moon starred at him. Her white eyes closed and as they did she turned her back on him and started to walk away.
"We're finished for today. You've reached your limits once again. Continue to practice and perhaps one day you might be able to actually achieve adequate results." In the next instant she was gone and Tsukuyomi was left bracing himself with the shikai version of his zanpakuto. The crescent silver blade was keeping him from falling as his legs had lost their strength during his training. He still had no idea why it seemed his spirit had such spite for him.
It had always been like this since he had first been able to make connect with her. She was a harsh individual that believed him to be weak and easily manipulated. One that allowed his emotions to rule over his judgement. An individual that would choose to whither away in the sorrows of his past then to simply embrace them as walls of experience so that no would could ever break him down. The sad truth of the matter though was that she was right and Tsukuyomi hated himself for more than just those reasons.
He didn't know why, but for the first time since he had lost his mother he didn't feel like proving anyone wrong. He felt weak. He wasn't worthy of his position not worth the hope of those that looked up to him. He had been defeated more than he had been victorious and all he was trying to do was make himself strong enough that he could survive. He knew now that he wasn't a normal Shinigami he was a half demon. Something that Soul Society would rather kill than trust.
He couldn't blame them though. He hated that side of himself the side that sought only to burn everything to nothingness. He didn't know why, but even he felt that trusting him would lead to others being hurt. An image pasted throughout his mind of the beautiful girl known as Vesta. The half demon in the human world that often clouded his goals and sought to take a specific place in his soul. "Well at least she's gone you can rest now."
Tsukuyomi's eyes went wide instantly at the sound of someone else. It made no sense that someone else would be inside of his inner world. This was comparable to being within his soul so how could anything, but his zanpakuto spirit and himself be here. So even though he was nearly exhaustion he reacted on instinct turning and bringing his zanpakuto up to slash at the individual behind him. However, the silver crescent of his zanpakuto was stopped just near the throat of this new individual.
Tsukuyomi stopped the slash of his zanpakuto just short of slicing into the skin that covered the throat of this new arrival. His tired eyes locked onto the features of this strange new person and after a moment he could see that it was a female with defining features that matched his own. She even had a smile across her face with a blade virtually pressed against her throat. "Explain right now. Who are you and how did you get into my inner world?" Tsukuyomi had to find the answers it was something that had to be answered for it could lead to more problems if anyone could enter his inner world and find out his secret.
"It's pretty rude of you to think that I'm an intruder Tsukuyomi. You should be able to tell that I've been here the entire time." The girl was no longer smiling at him, but instead had a serious look across her face. It seemed that her expression was partly offended and hurt while the other still seemed happy. "What do you mean you've been here the entire time. This is my inner world only my zanpakuto spirit is suppose to be here so who are you?" Tsukuyomi asked stressing his seriousness by pressing the edge of his blade closer drawing a small amount of blood from the throat of the girl.
As the blood flowed down from her throat along the length of the silver blade she lifted her right hand slowly out stretched. It was obvious that she had something to show him and was doing this so that she could while showing that she meant no harm to him. In an instant though a crude looking wakashi type of sword appeared in her right hand. It had what looked to be black bandages around it's hilt and wrapped around her arm. It looked similar to . . . . his other blades!
"Perhaps Mikoto was right you might just be stupid enough that trying isn't worth the effort." Tsukuyomi didn't understand what all of this meant he had an idea now, but the prospect of it was so far off and something that he hadn't actually thought of in regards to himself that this was unforeseeable. "What made you think that Mikoto was the only zanpakuto within you Tsukuyomi? Like I said I've been here the whole time waiting for you to realize that you have more than her noble ways at your disposal."
"So wait you're another zanpakuto of mine? How come I haven't seen you here before then?" Tsukuyomi was starting to really have a problem now at the prospect of actually having another spirit. He had been trying so hard just to manage getting the acceptance of Mikoto and learning how to use her properly. The idea that he would have another one to build upon wasn't something that he in truth enjoyed. It would take far more patience and time. While he was patient to a degree he didn't have much time.
"I just told you idiot I've been here. All you've done up until now is meet with Mikoto and train with her. Then as soon as you're finished you leave. This is the first chance you've allowed for me to actually meet you." The girl starred at him it seemed that she was more than a little bit ticked off and now Tsukuyomi could understand why. She was here as apart of him and he had been giving all of his time and attention to Mikoto while leaving her alone.
Mikoto as a blade the silver crescent was lowered from the new spirits throat and in that instant the blade disappeared vanishing from his grasp as he starting to catch his breathe from continued exertion. "So if you're another spirit than that makes that sword you." Tsukuyomi said pointing to the short wakashi that the spirit was holding in her right hand. When he was finished speaking she smiled and looked at her form as a zanpakuto in the world that all others inhabited.
"Yeah this is me during Shikai. So now that you seem to have come to your senses lets talk while you rest and then you can start learning how to use me instead of boring old Mikoto." This one seemed far more happy and upbeat than Mikoto. She smiled while her bladed form disappeared and she sat down in front of Tsukuyomi. He followed her sitting on the ground of the moon. "Starting today Tsukuyomi you will learn how to use me my name is . . . . Honshitsu."
It was a short while later when the eyes of the young Kawada opened. He had left his inner world with the knowledge that he needed to bring Honshitsu into reality. However, it seemed that she had found her own way out. The weight that had been placed on his knees due to his zanpakuto had increased. Now on his knees there was Mikoto, but over the large blade in a vertical manner with the hilt pointed right at Tsukuyomi's stomach was the short wakashi of Honshitsu.
To the outside world of Soul Society more specifically at the Kawada Manor the young member of the noble family known as Tsukuyomi was sitting in the garden. All around him were the various flowers that ranged in all sorts of colors that he had only just started to experience. It was one of the primary reasons that Tsukuyomi came to this specific location in the manor to spend his time. One of the very few things in truth that the other Kawada would have picked up about him since he started to live in the manor when not at the division barracks.
That though was what was on the surface not what was truly happening or at least not to Tsukuyomi. In truth the young Kawada had his zanpakuto out resting on his knees as he sat cross legged. At the moment he was in stance that he preferred for Jinzen. The art of communicating with ones own zanpakuto spirit inside of the inner world. It was something that Tsukuyomi had been taught shortly before achieving shikai. It was through this meditation of sorts that he was able to communicate with his zanpakuto and learn of its abilities.
Tsukuyomi sought out not only the knowledge and power of his zanpakuto, but also her wisdom and insight as to what he was experiencing in the world. Normally her simply answer was that he was a Shinigami a warrior of Soul Society with the purpose of keeping those who have died in the world of the living safe and bringing them to Soul Society. She would often hassle him on his training teaching him inside of his own world how to wield her more effectively.
At this very moment inside of his inner world Tsukuyomi had just finished undergoing one of the sessions that she put him through. Leaning forwards panting heavily from over exerting himself and pushing his stamina past the normal limits was the black haired Kawada. His zanpakuto spirit the female warrior clad in black armor with hair as white as the surface of the moon starred at him. Her white eyes closed and as they did she turned her back on him and started to walk away.
"We're finished for today. You've reached your limits once again. Continue to practice and perhaps one day you might be able to actually achieve adequate results." In the next instant she was gone and Tsukuyomi was left bracing himself with the shikai version of his zanpakuto. The crescent silver blade was keeping him from falling as his legs had lost their strength during his training. He still had no idea why it seemed his spirit had such spite for him.
It had always been like this since he had first been able to make connect with her. She was a harsh individual that believed him to be weak and easily manipulated. One that allowed his emotions to rule over his judgement. An individual that would choose to whither away in the sorrows of his past then to simply embrace them as walls of experience so that no would could ever break him down. The sad truth of the matter though was that she was right and Tsukuyomi hated himself for more than just those reasons.
He didn't know why, but for the first time since he had lost his mother he didn't feel like proving anyone wrong. He felt weak. He wasn't worthy of his position not worth the hope of those that looked up to him. He had been defeated more than he had been victorious and all he was trying to do was make himself strong enough that he could survive. He knew now that he wasn't a normal Shinigami he was a half demon. Something that Soul Society would rather kill than trust.
He couldn't blame them though. He hated that side of himself the side that sought only to burn everything to nothingness. He didn't know why, but even he felt that trusting him would lead to others being hurt. An image pasted throughout his mind of the beautiful girl known as Vesta. The half demon in the human world that often clouded his goals and sought to take a specific place in his soul. "Well at least she's gone you can rest now."
Tsukuyomi's eyes went wide instantly at the sound of someone else. It made no sense that someone else would be inside of his inner world. This was comparable to being within his soul so how could anything, but his zanpakuto spirit and himself be here. So even though he was nearly exhaustion he reacted on instinct turning and bringing his zanpakuto up to slash at the individual behind him. However, the silver crescent of his zanpakuto was stopped just near the throat of this new individual.
Tsukuyomi stopped the slash of his zanpakuto just short of slicing into the skin that covered the throat of this new arrival. His tired eyes locked onto the features of this strange new person and after a moment he could see that it was a female with defining features that matched his own. She even had a smile across her face with a blade virtually pressed against her throat. "Explain right now. Who are you and how did you get into my inner world?" Tsukuyomi had to find the answers it was something that had to be answered for it could lead to more problems if anyone could enter his inner world and find out his secret.
"It's pretty rude of you to think that I'm an intruder Tsukuyomi. You should be able to tell that I've been here the entire time." The girl was no longer smiling at him, but instead had a serious look across her face. It seemed that her expression was partly offended and hurt while the other still seemed happy. "What do you mean you've been here the entire time. This is my inner world only my zanpakuto spirit is suppose to be here so who are you?" Tsukuyomi asked stressing his seriousness by pressing the edge of his blade closer drawing a small amount of blood from the throat of the girl.
As the blood flowed down from her throat along the length of the silver blade she lifted her right hand slowly out stretched. It was obvious that she had something to show him and was doing this so that she could while showing that she meant no harm to him. In an instant though a crude looking wakashi type of sword appeared in her right hand. It had what looked to be black bandages around it's hilt and wrapped around her arm. It looked similar to . . . . his other blades!
"Perhaps Mikoto was right you might just be stupid enough that trying isn't worth the effort." Tsukuyomi didn't understand what all of this meant he had an idea now, but the prospect of it was so far off and something that he hadn't actually thought of in regards to himself that this was unforeseeable. "What made you think that Mikoto was the only zanpakuto within you Tsukuyomi? Like I said I've been here the whole time waiting for you to realize that you have more than her noble ways at your disposal."
"So wait you're another zanpakuto of mine? How come I haven't seen you here before then?" Tsukuyomi was starting to really have a problem now at the prospect of actually having another spirit. He had been trying so hard just to manage getting the acceptance of Mikoto and learning how to use her properly. The idea that he would have another one to build upon wasn't something that he in truth enjoyed. It would take far more patience and time. While he was patient to a degree he didn't have much time.
"I just told you idiot I've been here. All you've done up until now is meet with Mikoto and train with her. Then as soon as you're finished you leave. This is the first chance you've allowed for me to actually meet you." The girl starred at him it seemed that she was more than a little bit ticked off and now Tsukuyomi could understand why. She was here as apart of him and he had been giving all of his time and attention to Mikoto while leaving her alone.
Mikoto as a blade the silver crescent was lowered from the new spirits throat and in that instant the blade disappeared vanishing from his grasp as he starting to catch his breathe from continued exertion. "So if you're another spirit than that makes that sword you." Tsukuyomi said pointing to the short wakashi that the spirit was holding in her right hand. When he was finished speaking she smiled and looked at her form as a zanpakuto in the world that all others inhabited.
"Yeah this is me during Shikai. So now that you seem to have come to your senses lets talk while you rest and then you can start learning how to use me instead of boring old Mikoto." This one seemed far more happy and upbeat than Mikoto. She smiled while her bladed form disappeared and she sat down in front of Tsukuyomi. He followed her sitting on the ground of the moon. "Starting today Tsukuyomi you will learn how to use me my name is . . . . Honshitsu."
It was a short while later when the eyes of the young Kawada opened. He had left his inner world with the knowledge that he needed to bring Honshitsu into reality. However, it seemed that she had found her own way out. The weight that had been placed on his knees due to his zanpakuto had increased. Now on his knees there was Mikoto, but over the large blade in a vertical manner with the hilt pointed right at Tsukuyomi's stomach was the short wakashi of Honshitsu.
