Post by Arantima Kawada on Jun 13, 2017 12:33:44 GMT -5
((Training for 55 SP and The rest CTP ))
Arantima walked into the Training square of the Tenth squad Barracks and looked around. His mind had been wandering for so long, how hard had he been training for so many .. Was it days, months or was it hours? His muscles and tanned flesh spoke of months but his memory spoke of mere hours of being gone. Where was he again? He looked around and a Flash of purple hair entered his mind, fire so hot that his soul burned as he was engulfed in them. He sank to his knees and held himself up with his palm on the ground before him as his breathing quickened, he was back.
He had been wandering for so long through the Wilds outside of the rukongai fighting hollows and who knows what, he held at his sides twin blades held in special scabbards designed to allow one two draw their abnormal length with ease. He knew that these were the Dragons Whiskers, simple blades but strong. He looked up to the sky and chuckled before pulling his hood down and letting his long golden locks fall around his shoulders. He Touched his jawline and found facial hair, sparse and wiry as it may be he had it there, He shrugged and stood up long, tall and proud he was back.
He took the handles of both blades in hand and with a simpple palm thrust downward each blade sprang from their scabbards in a swift spin, coming back down only to be caught in a back handed grip by Arantima. He nodded and held both of his swords together by the pommel and closed his eyes, Twin Reiatsu orbs formed at the tips of his blades, not glowing the traditional blue but instead they were both golden and swirled with light. He broke the contact of the blades and began to slowly go through the motions of an exotic Sword style that was substance and style brought together in deadly swooping motions paired with precise thrusts.
The motions were slow enough however that the orbs rolled and flowed across the blades edges and transferred from sword to sword in a smooth visual that was like flowing water. His body was moving in a controlled manner, finally controlled and not shaking just from his own weight. The body and soul were in unison for once the soul no longer crushing the life out of the body. He was like a Dragon dancing in the sky and the vision was easy to see that he knew it. He threw the blades into the air and caught the golden orbs as the blades left his hands. He held the orbs just above the scabbards at his hips and moved to allow his blades to sink into his scabbards with a soft clink each.
His breathing has intensified just slightly and he begins to Roll the orbs across his own body now, moving through the motions of Hakuda. His Body knowing them well for someone so physically unimposing. Like Roaring thunder his strikes would crash out against his invisible oppponent, but anyone watching could see that was ferocity in spirit and will alone as his body could not produce such blows. The reaitsu orbs would flow around his body and end up in his palms at the ends of each strike, until he went through a stunning combination of three strikes that Change the way these orbs Flow.
His Arms extend out from his next flowing step in a Double ended Bending Blow that causes the orbs to Burst into Flame for a split second before he swoops down and comes up with a harsh palm thrust that sends the orb in his right hand flying into the sky in a spiral. He does not however stay idle while it comes back down, he readies himself and impacts the orb on its way back down with his other hand, causing both orbs to shred themselves into oblivion. Sakaratsu Ken, Rasengeki, and Ten Kaika ken.. Each flowed from one to in this mock up combination.
Arantima sank down to his knees then, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. He was ready to Return to Hotaru, He was Still the Weakest shinigami but he was no longer unskilled, he was no longer afraid. He Flinched as his memory was flooded with how it felt to land that first blow. He was then greeted with the memory of Shokan Kawada.. He Was the weakest shinigami, But that title was not an insult it was his Bridge Becuase he was also capable of something that scared himself. Rasen Naga was a devilish Zanpakuto, Having No blade, forcing Arantima To Fight with his bare hands.. That was a death that no creature should ever truly feel, but he would bare this burden.
He Stood once more and placed his hands on the hilts of his swords, having his shorter zanpakuto strapped to his waist at the back. He looked around the Training grounds once again, He knew that Hotaru Frequented this place and wondered if perhaps she had already been watching him for some time now, she wouldn't likely be ignorant of his return.. She was after all a Captain and one of the strongest Captains there was from his knowledge of things, albeit limited knowledge. Was he nervous or exited at the prospect of seeing her again? He didn't know.
Arantima walked into the Training square of the Tenth squad Barracks and looked around. His mind had been wandering for so long, how hard had he been training for so many .. Was it days, months or was it hours? His muscles and tanned flesh spoke of months but his memory spoke of mere hours of being gone. Where was he again? He looked around and a Flash of purple hair entered his mind, fire so hot that his soul burned as he was engulfed in them. He sank to his knees and held himself up with his palm on the ground before him as his breathing quickened, he was back.
He had been wandering for so long through the Wilds outside of the rukongai fighting hollows and who knows what, he held at his sides twin blades held in special scabbards designed to allow one two draw their abnormal length with ease. He knew that these were the Dragons Whiskers, simple blades but strong. He looked up to the sky and chuckled before pulling his hood down and letting his long golden locks fall around his shoulders. He Touched his jawline and found facial hair, sparse and wiry as it may be he had it there, He shrugged and stood up long, tall and proud he was back.
He took the handles of both blades in hand and with a simpple palm thrust downward each blade sprang from their scabbards in a swift spin, coming back down only to be caught in a back handed grip by Arantima. He nodded and held both of his swords together by the pommel and closed his eyes, Twin Reiatsu orbs formed at the tips of his blades, not glowing the traditional blue but instead they were both golden and swirled with light. He broke the contact of the blades and began to slowly go through the motions of an exotic Sword style that was substance and style brought together in deadly swooping motions paired with precise thrusts.
The motions were slow enough however that the orbs rolled and flowed across the blades edges and transferred from sword to sword in a smooth visual that was like flowing water. His body was moving in a controlled manner, finally controlled and not shaking just from his own weight. The body and soul were in unison for once the soul no longer crushing the life out of the body. He was like a Dragon dancing in the sky and the vision was easy to see that he knew it. He threw the blades into the air and caught the golden orbs as the blades left his hands. He held the orbs just above the scabbards at his hips and moved to allow his blades to sink into his scabbards with a soft clink each.
His breathing has intensified just slightly and he begins to Roll the orbs across his own body now, moving through the motions of Hakuda. His Body knowing them well for someone so physically unimposing. Like Roaring thunder his strikes would crash out against his invisible oppponent, but anyone watching could see that was ferocity in spirit and will alone as his body could not produce such blows. The reaitsu orbs would flow around his body and end up in his palms at the ends of each strike, until he went through a stunning combination of three strikes that Change the way these orbs Flow.
His Arms extend out from his next flowing step in a Double ended Bending Blow that causes the orbs to Burst into Flame for a split second before he swoops down and comes up with a harsh palm thrust that sends the orb in his right hand flying into the sky in a spiral. He does not however stay idle while it comes back down, he readies himself and impacts the orb on its way back down with his other hand, causing both orbs to shred themselves into oblivion. Sakaratsu Ken, Rasengeki, and Ten Kaika ken.. Each flowed from one to in this mock up combination.
Arantima sank down to his knees then, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. He was ready to Return to Hotaru, He was Still the Weakest shinigami but he was no longer unskilled, he was no longer afraid. He Flinched as his memory was flooded with how it felt to land that first blow. He was then greeted with the memory of Shokan Kawada.. He Was the weakest shinigami, But that title was not an insult it was his Bridge Becuase he was also capable of something that scared himself. Rasen Naga was a devilish Zanpakuto, Having No blade, forcing Arantima To Fight with his bare hands.. That was a death that no creature should ever truly feel, but he would bare this burden.
He Stood once more and placed his hands on the hilts of his swords, having his shorter zanpakuto strapped to his waist at the back. He looked around the Training grounds once again, He knew that Hotaru Frequented this place and wondered if perhaps she had already been watching him for some time now, she wouldn't likely be ignorant of his return.. She was after all a Captain and one of the strongest Captains there was from his knowledge of things, albeit limited knowledge. Was he nervous or exited at the prospect of seeing her again? He didn't know.
