Passing on Knowledge

[THEFROST] · Thu Nov 07, 2013 10:33 am

Tsubasa had returned from the battleground, his war with the people had been a very effective thing. Tsubasa was known as the Gotei 13's secondary genius of the sword. His zanjutsu skills had made him almost a legend on that battlefield. He sat looking over a stream as it ran through the water, this stream was specially designed by Tsubasa himself with some science and other tricks he knew. The invention of it was to do two purposes. It was able to sap strength from those who didn't know how to focus or concentrate, but the water felt heavy as though someone was walking through cement. Tsubasa used it to train the body of those who wished to learn the art of swordsmanship. Tsubasa himself at a thousand was just now coming up with a style of sword play that would be given title later on. Tsubasa was working on perfecting his use of Shunko, which came from his high kido power and mastery and combining it with his zanjutsu. Hiroshi had gotten the summons, it was time for his student to practice.

The white light flowed around his body as he looked at the rocks before him, these were designed to absorb reiatsu and the energy of attacks so breaking them was a nearly impossible feat. The area was perfect, Tsubasa understood using the Shunko however the power had come out to strong so he planned do something interesting. He would activate it around his body and control the flow for as long as possible. Mastery of this move wouldn't be easy, the rock he sat upon had been damaged slightly by it. Tsubasa knew Hiroshi would be here soon, the training would begin he'd told his people that he and Hiroshi would be out for a while. He was going to teach his pupil the art of swordplay everything he could teach. However Tsubasa wouldn't teach his student a sword style or anything like that, he would show him the way and help him craft his own style. Tsubasa was good enough to help the young Vice Captain come into his own. That much was a certain thing with his skill, taking him out to a play he set up was easy enough.

Tsubasa's Zanpakutō rested on his lap and a wooden stick carved like a sword was by his side, this would be his weapon of choice for Hiroshi for right now. When he felt the Vice Captain was ready for it he would start using his Zanpakutō but for now. This area was set up to train and teach the art of swordplay and use of one's Zanpakutō to Hiroshi and Tsubasa was happy to pass it on, the battlefield still played through his mind. But being quiet and still was the art of it all. Some of the special rocks littered the special stream, while some simply sat outside of it. He would also get a decent estimate at this training zone of Hiroshi's over all skills.

Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:38 am

Hiroshi was sitting in his quarters reading just like it were any other day. After the war against the monstrosities that he had faced he decided this was a good way to spend his time. The book he was reading currently was one about a valiant warrior. Though he had little to no facial expression this activity was something he enjoyed doing the most. As he was reading his door creaked open as a summons came for him. Captain Tsubasa called him to training, and though he enjoyed reading this was something that he was alright with it. He wanted to and needed to get stronger. So he followed message and went to the location which Tsubasa had called him to.

As he approached the river he was wearing his classic shinigami robes with his Zanpakutō to the left side of his hip. He walked towards Tsubasa with his arms down to his side with a necklace that held a cross around his neck. He looked over at his Captain who was sitting upon a rock. Tsubasa was one to be feared and respected. He had heard stories about him and his fights. He had also heard about the skill he possessed and the strength he possessed so he was eager to learn from him.

With no facial expression Hiroshi stopped next to the river and looked over at his captain

"Hello Captain."

[THEFROST] · Wed Dec 04, 2013 10:39 am

Tsubasa's eyes glanced to the male who'd arrived Hiroshi the thought of what judgement would come at the next gathering. Well the Captains would come and honestly be told this time something new would be done that hadn't been done previously, Tsubasa was putting a system together that would fit four Captains in each meeting, for the moment thing's were looking bright. "What path? Tsubasa's point was simple, the message had asked the question what did Hiroshi desire to learn. Tsubasa's Zanjutsu skills were beyond the regular area and it was known his swordsmanship was particularly fierce showing signs of a ruthless strength that few could comprehend. His eyes of crimson regarded his Vice Captain now with a simple and yet easing look.

After all it was unknown what fate Tsubasa had for the very real possible outcome was that Central 46 would arrest him, not a healthy idea many of his squad joked. To arrest Tsubasa Unabara was a risky choice, though that was left aside for now. Tsubasa stood slowly the white haroi that such a weight was felt from seemed to become light as a feather, his eyes remained on Hiroshi the answer was up to the boy what path he walked was entirely to the future that he sought.

Wed Dec 04, 2013 5:49 pm

Hiroshi's whole reason for asking for this was because he knew he was an unlikely choice for Vice-Captain. He was weaker than most, but it was not his plan to stay that way. Being under one if not the strongest Captain in the Gotei 13 was only one reason he was under Tsubasa. Through tales of his strength and through his personal research he found Tsubasa to be now only physically strongest, but one of the most intelligent.

Hiroshi's Personality fit with Tsubasa's so he felt that they would work well together when he decided to join. After observing him he grew not only an admiration of his skill, but a respect for him. He did not want others to look down upon him for allowing him as his Vice so his only choice from here on was to do his best, or to let others take over, and until he failed to do so he would not allow anyone to take what he had worked for. He would not step out of the way as others would step forward.

The whole reason he wanted strength was to protect those around him and to live up to the honor of being a vice captain. So as he stood across from the one he revered as one of the strongest and replied

"The path I choose is the one of the sword, Captain."

If Hiroshi could not defend those whom he cared about with the skill of his sword and the strength of his back he felt himself as nothing more than useless. He would not allow the Gotei 13 to be less than the greatest protection against evil. So with his Zanpakutō he would do whatever it took so that he would be able to make that the truth.

[THEFROST] · Wed Dec 04, 2013 7:19 pm

Tsubasa walked forward from the rock now getting to the figure of Hiroshi with ease, the man he'd become was strong. But due to the war his reputation had only grown, he touched Hiroshi on the chest and then the head before speaking. Many knew he was a strange man but to learn the sword two important elements were needed. "The Mind and Body, those are your greatest weapon as a swordsman..the decoys I've set up will get harder to hit each time...strike them..till you find the perfect control.." Tsubasa had anticipated such a choice from the Hiroshi, it fit the personality. He'd picked him for his inexperience so he could mold him into a future Captain. Tsubasa pulled his sheathed Zanpakutō free, giving the sheathed weapon a swing. He sliced the decoy before him in half in four place. It restored instantly, a certain amount of force was required to get the kill. Tsubasa's first lesson was to find the perfect force, memorizing it mentally and physically. From here it was up to Hiroshi but Tsubasa would watch now as he waited.

Thu Dec 05, 2013 10:05 pm

As Hiroshi listened to his captain he took great weight to his words, and did his best in order to find the full meaning of it. He would take away from this experience everything he possibly could in order to become stronger. He would live up to the expectations set upon him by his Captain.

There was a slight breeze that gently brushed against the area. With the sun in full force. Usually Hiroshi would be wearing an traditionally old fashioned white suit, but today he was in his Shinigami attire. With one change to the traditional attire a golden lining across the middle of his attire. Hiroshi respected his Captain far too much to show up in his regular attire. After watching his captain decimate this decoy he knew he would have to do his best to do the same.

Following the lead of his Captain, Hiroshi reached his left hand down to the hilt of his Zanpakutō which hung on the left side of his waist and pulled his Zanpakutō out sheathed. He held the bottom of his hilt with his left hand and towards the top with his right. Then with a diagonal strike he tried to split it, but for some reason it didn't work.

Hiroshi wasn't angry, but at first thought it must have just meant he did not put enough elbow grease into it so to say. So he rose his Zanpakutō into the air and with a large amount of force struck down upon the same spot, but for some reason it had the same effect as before. He didn't know what exactly this meant. He hadn't been able to split it. It didn't stop him though. He was determined to complete this.

For the next hour or so he kept trying. Strike after strike. He first tried varying spots that he struck and varying the decoys. Hitting the torso in many places striking the head from as many directions as possible. Each and every time though the fruit that it yield was the same. So he tried fluctuating his strength from minimal to maximum and everywhere in between. Sweat beaded down his face as his fingers remained with his grip. Tired, but they remained.

His next idea was to change his style. His first try was using a traditional Zanjutsu style that though did not entirely fit him. It was the one that was taught to him in the academy. So he decided to switch it up. The next style because his shikai was a larger sword he tried handling his Zanpakutō like so. His beginning position was the same hand placement, but his sword would start pointing behind him more specifically to the right of him with blade pointed diagonally to the ground. His first strike was an upwards diagonal strike, but it yielded the same as the rest. He then tried a down diagonal strike and still the same. He even spun his body in an attempt to add more momentum to the strike and came down upon it's upper left shoulder and still no dice. He continued to very the strikes of this style and nothing worked.

Hiroshi had no idea why this wasn't working he thought he was doing everything correctly, but it still wasn't working. So he let go with his left hand and decided to try a one handed style form. Using speed he tried his best to attack it in combos hoping one strike would split it, but in his haste he still did not yield any results so he waited for a moment and contemplated what was happening. He thought about each and every strike he did and each and every thing he tried and then finally thought back to what Tsubasa first told him. His two greatest weapons. Unfortunately this entire time he was only using his physicality.

Finally he took a breath and closed his eyes. A two handed style did not fit him, but he would need strength in order to wield his shikai correctly. He did like the feel of the one handed style though so he stuck to that.

With his body slightly turned to where his right shoulder was pointed only 15-20 degrees more forward he held his Zanpakutō in front of him and concentrated. Holding his Zanpakutō in front of him with his right hand now gripped mid-hilt his first strike was the like his beginning strike. It yielded the same result. His second strike was a backhanded diagonal strike to the other shoulder with great force behind it. It still yielded no result. He then took a moment to concentrate. His grip was tight so he loosened it slightly. He wasn't focusing he was just swinging and playing guess and check on the decoy. So in this strike he sat there for a few moments and focused. Remembering all that he had done to try to split this decoy and also remembering what Tsubasa told him about "Perfect Control".

After those moments of contemplations he opened his eyes and rose his Zanpakutō in preparation for a strike to the decoys head, and in one solid and swift strike he slashed his Zanpakutō straight through it's head all the way down to the bottom of it's torso. He was excited, but didn't want to lose this feeling at all. The feeling of his control. So with the other decoys he continued to do the same. Each and every strike decisive and a mimicry of the strength he found to be his perfect strength. He kept going and going. He would not lose this feeling he would commit to his muscles and to his brain. Each and every strike was like an engraving upon a stone tablet. The stone tablet being him. After dozens of times defeating the decoys he stopped. With a steady stream of sweat down his face he fought off the need to breath heavily and put his Zanpakutō in his waist band.

He looked over at Tsubasa and did not say a word. He didn't know what to say or what exactly he found, but if what he thought he found was correct he may have just taken the first step in order to becoming what he had desired to be.

[THEFROST] · Thu Dec 05, 2013 10:36 pm

Tsubasa watched remaining quiet his student was grasping the situation slowly, brute force handling the Zanpakutō as though it was a tool and trying to swing hard as you could wasn't the answer. It had been a while but he knew it took time, Tsubasa wouldn't give him the answer perfect control wasn't picked up on day one or something you remembered forever. But he did want to press the fact in that unless you controlled your swings you were not a swordsman. You were meeting only a third of the potential that could be your sword, wasted movements too much force. So many things could cause a swing to fail, the sweat that his student found while trying to find the angle was part of it. Though this was a process and feeling it out would have rewards, the fact was hitting the decoy a certain way was required. It wasn't brute force needed, but a gentle grace the power to create a delicate swing that both looked like a dance and a powerful strike all at once. This combination was part of the style that made Tsubasa Unabara whom he was, the 12th Division normally known for it's research had become a place the strongest lived. Tsubasa was known for his brutal strength and he would pass his knowledge on to Hiroshi and show him the way. Even if he got promoted he could still teach Hiroshi the secrets of the blade, he watched the last strike as he smiled faintly. He got it finally, part of it anyways good enough for the Decoy to finally stay down after the last swing. It wasn't the method or the type of swing, it was the amount of force however their was a way to generator the right amount with just practice. This was what Tsubasa learned as he walked forward and stared at one of the decoy's that returned.

Slowly with a hiss he pulled his Zanpakutō free as he spoke now. " Perfect Control, it's the power to control your swing for killing your enemy without error. Too much force and you leave yourself open, too little and the blade doesn't cut. I'll show you what happens...when you use the perfect balance.." Tsubasa said with his final word, giving his sword a swing it was like a whistle had gone throughout the forest as it came down a blast of force came from his blade, he'd not swung hard or to soft by any means. Somewhere within the middle of the two, Tsubasa's blade cut the thing in half and the slash went on for miles going deep into the woods. It's depth was something that could only be guessed. His eyes of crimson turned to his student as he spoke again Tsubasa could only pass his knowledge on to those who understood it. "To Master the sword you must master your body...Brute force is not the answer nor is absolute gentleness...it's in the middle.." Tsubasa's words were not something that many understood.

Mastering your body to master the sword was a key, for if one was not complete with the other. They would both suffer for it, he simply waited for his student's response to the simple move he'd pulled as barely anything remained of the decoy he cut. Tsubasa would fix the damages another day, though for the most part things settled down as he waited for his student's response as he gestured to the decoy that had come back previously from the failed strikes, the only one taken out by his student thus far was the very last one.

Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:56 pm

Hiroshi listened to his Captain. His realizations were exactly as Tsubasa explained to him. He could not merely "touch" people with his Zanpakutō, but he couldn't be careless with his strength. He needed that perfect medium, but not only strength, but focus as well. He needed them to have full control of himself and his Zanpakutō leaving no room for error in order for him to become the best.

Watching his Captain unsheathe his Zanpakutō he was curious as to what was to come next. What did happen though left him near stunned. With a graceful and precise slash he witnessed a strike that had an incredible force behind it. This only confirmed that he was being taught by the correct person. As Tsubasa continued to speak to him after that absolutely amazing slash he tried his best to understand the teachings he was given. When Tsubasa pointed towards the other decoy he walked over to it and grasped his hilt with his right hand and his sheathe with his left.

"So, it is a perfect balance. One between the condition of ones body and the the aptitude of their swordsmanship?"

At least that is the way he took it. He rose his Zanpakutō in front of him horizontally in front of him and unsheathed it placing his sheathe in his waistband. In the form he was in earlier with an aim to the top of the decoy's head he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes then quickly opened as he slowly rose his Zanpakutō and followed with a quick decisive strike through the middle of the decoy then slowly sheathed his Zanpakutō and clicked it at the end. He then turned to Tsubasa hoping what he had said was the truth.

[THEFROST] · Fri Dec 06, 2013 2:40 pm

Tsubasa nodded as his student did seem to understand the concept, this principal wasn't always easily picked up. The first fact even if one called themselves a master they weren't using their sword swing correctly at times and would often times make some wasted movements, Tsubasa believed that after studying for years that his method may of found the holes in the week points of the people whom study the blade so closely. However this stage was complete, he would have Hiroshi practice on these for days till he grew stronger, teaching simple swordsmanship was something that came from practice and hard work. So the path before his student was now ot grow and become stronger, the only thing really left was to do the best he could. Tsubasa wouldn't use styles or teach Hiroshi a style, swordsmanship styles are set for the personality perhaps and fighting style of the user. This was a world that Hiroshi would discover of his own accord. Tsubasa didn't teach like other masters who set a path for the student to walk, this wasn't the way things worked.

"Step two...you've finished one, I won't teach you a style for that will limit you..The style is born of you and comes from your own realizations..We all bring different things to the path of the blade.." Tsubasa said calmly, letting his student understand the next training was focused around understanding, getting your mind cleared so you can truly understand where you'll walk. But Tsubasa didn't plan to just have a simple training, he walked towards the Water now. Using his reiatsu to push it back now letting it stop for the moment..It was high enough that a person sitting here would have it against his chest, but the water would push and give it's all. "Here you can discover your path.."

Fri Dec 06, 2013 6:40 pm

For those days of training Hiroshi would never stop. Each and every swing and each and every move he made he did with a purpose. Following under Tsubasa's command he would carve out his old bad habits and creating new ones. Each and every day he used that one handed style. At the start of his training he would have to stop himself and concentrate, but after days of just this he was more easily able to find that perfect medium. He would not need to stop himself anymore he would just go at it.

Hiroshi was good with the idea of him having to figure his own way. He had merely gotten of taste of what he wanted as a style, and he wanted to learn and develop it more into something that he would one day forge into a style that would help him overcome all.

On this day he followed what he believed his Captain wanted he walked over next to him until the water was at a complete stop. He was curious as to what this had to do with training, but from what he could grasp this part of the training was more of the mind than the sword. He hadn't ever undergone any kind of training like this before so at this point he was just spit balling. Him stopping the river only gave him the indication that whatever was next had to do with the river

"What do you want next Captain?"

Hiroshi was ready for this next part of training. Whatever Tsubasa asked he would do in order to continue to grow.

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