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[Training Thread] Discovering his blood type
Thu Jul 18, 2013 7:28 pm
Artist: Breaking Benjamin - Song: Dance with the Devil - Word Count: 900
Sweat trickled down the young looking mans face. Beads of liquid hitting the dirt filled floor, his Zanpakutō stabbed into the ground being used for support. What was Jin doing here today? Training? Most definitely, but why? He had taken some time after his most recent battles, (with the female Suki, Ara) and the meeting with the taichou, He came to one simple conclusion. If, in the midst of battle, he is ousted by the enemy because of his lack of skill with his sword, or his lack of discipline, skills, style, or sword art, then he has no right to bear the title of the Vice-Captain, or Captain for that matter. He needed to become stronger, and with his affiliation with blood, he had some ideas. But he just couldn't get it, he couldn't get his techniques to work properly.
He fell to his knee with his left arm grabbing his shoulder blade. He was bleeding. Why was he bleeding? He needed blood of course. He needed the fuel for his style, he needed the right steps to be taken, and he had taken those steps. But somewhere in the middle something fell apart. "Vice-Captain! Vice-Captain Jin! We have a package for you!" Jin turned to his head to see two young men running along toward him. They looked like they were struggling with the package. Jin stood, the sweat starting to try out as he flared his reiatsu for a moment. He could see his two squadmates stop for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Jin waved his hands to apologize. "Sorry, but what do you have for me?"
Jin arched a brow as the two men stood in front of him, and dropped the package. Sheathing his sword before he leaned down to one knee again, Jin grabbed the card that was stable to the front. He opened it and with a wild grin a flash back started to take over.
This sword, this masterpiece, needs to control blood in some form or fashion. I've heard stories of your blades, and your talent. So please, do me this favor. Strength is everything now, and I need strength.' He nodded to himself, sealing the letter and handing it off. "See that it gets to him, please." And as the other shinigami ran off, Jin went back to pondering ideas for his new style...Blood art with two swords.
Jin looked back to the letter, and read the little note that was on the card. 'To Jin Hoshigawa. This sword is like no other; it will suck up blood at your command, and can produce twice as much as it sucked up. The gem in the center is where the blood will be found, and it can hold two gallons. These is but another addition. You may call out separate while holding this sword and it will become two swords, each gem now able to hold only one gallon. Finally, to bring them back together, call out combine. Treat Muramasa well.'
Jin nodded and thanked the two shinigami and then instructed them to leave. He needed his privacy if he was going to do this. Once more pulling his Zanpakutō from it's sheath, Jin tossed the card in the air and began slicing it apart. He needn't anyone else know what his sword could do. Now, it was time for the big reveal. Unraveling the string that was holding the box shut, Jin pulled the top off with a wild grin spreading across his features. Yes, this was it...this was perfect! He could feel the power, the strength, the shimmer to the blade. This was Muramasa. Wrapping his hand around the hilt, Jin pulled the sword upw-wait...this thing was HEAVY. It wasn't going anywhere. Sorry zetsumei, you're gonna have to sit this one out for now. Jin stabbed zetsumei into the ground, now both hands on the hilt. He began lifting the blade but this wasn't going to get him anywhere.
YES! Jin smirked, calming himself now with the sword in both hands being held upright. "Separate!" And, like the note instructed, the sword began to glow. Jin couldn't help but laugh, this was amazing. The sword became two swords, but they didn't very much weigh any different, in fact, this may no be the best way to train. Jin took in one more deep breath, and yelled out "Combine!" And again, the card did not lie...the sword was whole again. Jin held the sword in both hands, his eyes staring forward. With his energy focused, he started to suck up the blood on the ground, and the blood on his arm. The sword wasn't filled to it's max but...this sword was exactly, IS exactly, what he needed. This little training session was going to get a lot more interesting.
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