Turning the Blade (Reaper Rebirth)

Wed Nov 18, 2015 12:40 pm

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To say he was distracted would of course be a small thing, his eyes stared down at the note that was left by Tetsuya. But now wasn't the time for such a thing was it? He walked to the dummy he set up, a regular wooden one that practicing strikes against was evident. A river and couple other training sections were set up for the person who was coming to train. Tsubasa had been training himself, learning how to harness his new Zanpakutō's powers. Stable photon particles was it's main attribute that were at his disposal. But then came the other elements that were of course free for him manipulate with it all. He slowly drew the smaller wakazashi, he enjoyed practicing with this. While his Katana would normally be his go too, Tsubasa was extremely effective with the wakazashi. His swings were precise and agile as he moved. His foot work was elegant and precise as well, everything was focused as he exhaled softly. Looking at that letter again, Tenth Division was empty of his son now. How he wanted to go out and help, but this was all he could do for now. Tsubasa sheathed his wakazashi after a flick of his wrist. It was time to wait now for the person to arrive, he sat down over some tea as he drank. His eyes scanning papers, he was looking over military problems for the Gotei 13. Tsubasa wasn't the same as he used to be, perhaps his blood thirst at the time was good. But now he was working on being a good leader over a good killer. He was the Legendary Assassin, the Enigma of the Gotei 13. He'd served in several Captain positions, Squad 12, 5, and 1 twice now. He'd been Captain Commander two times now. It wasn't something everyone was extremely sure about, he looked at the dummy. Long ago a student came to learn his sword style, long ago he taught the art of killing. But their was much more to it now even then anyone would or could fathom. True masters of a style soon realize that to truly grow you must go back to the beginning. Everything starts at the beginning from a single step.

Tsubasa's training was dangerous on a scale that people could not begin to fathom, the first trial was designed to make sure you swing a sword without any wasted movement. But their was more to it, it judged your soul. What desire you held and conviction, that was the true form of the first test. While also adjusting the sword swings people have. Their was a proper way to swing a weapon, a wrong way, and a wasted way. Most people were the ladder, it took him a while to figure that part out. Everyone must develop their own style or form, just as Tetsuya and Tsubaki had. His training merely showed them the door to it, Tsubasa didn't focus on passing down Kierudo. Tetsuya was the one who inherited that, but now that he was gone. Perhaps he should think about the killing art being passed on. Kierudo was the art of slaughter, it taught a person the most effective way to kill with a blade humanly possible. Tsubasa could only close his eyes now as he sipped the tea cup, he exhaled softly. Control was something most people didn't have, he drew his wakazashi and did something most couldn't. With precise control he poured the tea with his blade, controlling it and smoothly moving the weapon from one thing to another. It took control and focus as he slowly put the tea container down. He slowly sheathed the weapon from the quick draw, stopping an inch from cutting the tea to merely pour it. That was the easy part for him, his digits held the fabric. It never failed to surprise him when he wore this Haori. The weight that Yamamoto, Xavier, Iriko, and himself had bared on their shoulders. He didn't have time to be down, he was going to bare the weight of the Military on his shoulders. He had help from Ibiki, but these kids weren't strong or prepared in the slightest. His daughter was young and the loss of Tetsuya weakened them greatly. It was going to be a long time before they were stable. Could he do it all again, bring stability to that which lost it all? Unohana wasn't here, he'd gone to visit the woman who'd been a mother to him above all else.

She still rested in a coma, Tsubasa was a man who didn't have a Vice Captain to help him. So he spent his time training and handling everything himself personally. It was a lonely place atop this mountain, but it was his job to guide the rest of them to this peak. His spiritual pressure was massive for most just standing in his presence was exhausting. A few people could handle him as he sipped from his glass he refilled as he sat near the dummy, it was time for the Rebirth of these Reapers to truly begin. Ibiki and he would mold the next generation into a fierce group of Shinigami.

Wed Nov 18, 2015 1:40 pm

Dravocn thought to himself while walking to his captain slash captain commander's quarters, as the man was both. His shinigami garb flowing well within his movements thanks to his reishi imbued into it due to his experimentation, his lovely katana by his side and sending pleasant waves into his mind. Enko was a kind girl, one who seemed to care very deeply about Dravocn, wanting to keep him calm and focused as his emotions are actually rather explosive to his inner world despite not showing it outwardly. His face was void of emotion besides his usual off-putting creepy smile as he walked to the point where his captain had decided to train him. He was actually pretty early as he looked to the sky and smiled at it, he wanted desperately to get stronger, not for the sake of power, but for progression's sake and the sake of those he cares about... if he is ever to find them. His smile seemed to be more of a tear in a blank face with voids of emptiness for eyes. His hair well kept and held in a small ponytail so as to not get in the way during training. He came prepared to listen as much as train, one of the positive consequences of having an eidetic memory is that he'll be able to remember quite a bit of what he is being taught.

He had been doing plenty of research and training for the past millennia, apparently not making near as much progress as the other scientists of the world, and he was not about to let technology get the better of biology without a pure combination of the two. Something better than cyborgs or androids, but a bio-tech person and if at all possible with a small mix of every race... that was doubtful and he figured it would be better to self experiment hence his scars. He looked to the door and got on his knees and waited for the captain to call him in, thinking to himself and taking a small trip to the inner world to hang out with his Enko, the lovely girl happily cuddling up to him on the stairs of his inner world's ancient Japanese home. He simply smiled and caressed her arm gently as he waited for his captain's voice and stared up to the sky of his inner world to observe his mental state.... it was stable... for now.

Tue Nov 24, 2015 2:38 am

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His eyes opened finally, sensing the presence of the other. He could detect the exact location and position the male sat in. "Come on in." He said calmly as he sat at the ready, Tsubasa slowly brought his kiseru to his lips, kizami within it tasted good as always. He exhaled a cloud of smoke as he didn't bother stand from his spot, waiting for the man to enter. Tsubasa currently did double duty as Head Captain and Squad Twelve's Captain. It was a lot of paper work as he couldn't be everywhere. His mind still lingered on his son's problem as he sighed out a small bit of smoke. He finally got up from his position, walking towards the striking dummy that stood present. "Swing your sword at it, the swing has to be perfect in strength and speed otherwise..well you'll see.." He said softly bringing the kiseru to his lips and taking a drag from the pipe, before releasing smoke again. He'd been smoking ever since the incident that happened in Karakura. Tsubasa was the first Shinigami known to have two different Zanpakutō, making the two on his waist stand out. These trials were brought to light with the purpose of bringing a person's soul to that edge. Making them see things, for each strike the man took he'd face his fears as he cut them down. Tsubasa already faced his many times over and over, Ibiki's death still worried him. He didn't want harm to come to her, it wasn't just friendship though. He wasn't sure how to handle that situation so for now he avoided it. Ibiki and his last meeting ended strangely. Tsubasa felt a beat skip as he remembered her lips upon his skin. A chin running through his body as he cleared his mind, the first trial was set to begin. The dummy would reflect the cut on to the body of Dravocn and send the failed attempts back at him. But their was more to it then just that, he'd been physically and mentally gauged. Two of the striking dummies stood side by side, he slowly drew his wakazashi with one hand, still smoking from his kiseru. He let a small bit of a smoke go from his lips as he stood before his.

"Something about like this.." The blade moved elegantly through the air as the blade met the dummy, it wasn't a weak swing. The movement's weren't wasted, as he cut with the wakazashi. The Dummy's entire frame was cut through, his speed and strength were balanced out flawlessly. He didn't overpower one with the other, he let the blade's movement not be overwhelmed. But enhanced by it all, he cut through the dummy making sure that Dravocn could see everything clearly. Not using his full power or speed, just enough to take out the dummy. He sheathed the wakazashi and blew some smoke from his mouth, walking back to his tea and sitting down. The challenge stood and awaited, the Dummy before Dravocn would look normal to Tsubasa. But for Dravocn it would look very different, his greatest fear's physical form stood before him, it was challenging him to focus and try to do what he needed. A physical manifestation doing all it could to distract, Swordplay required focus above almost everything. This test would prove a very useful tool to judge Dravocn.

Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:49 am

Dravocn smiled and exited his inner world, Enko slightly pouting but glad she would be used for training. Dravocn had been doing quite a bit with Enko in terms of just getting to know her, he rarely used her shikai as she essentially just disappears at that point, but he supposed he would eventually make blades in combat later, hence the swordplay training. He watched his captain, who was, without any intent on making a joke, a captain of captains, and in both terms literal and personal, a captain of himself. As the bladesmen in one slice cut clean through a familiar figure, Dravocn smirked at it, he would need much more training and he could feel it. Dravocn knew that the captain could go OH SO MUCH faster than he had just seen, in fact if the captain had shown any better swordplay in that single sweep, the dummy wouldn't have moved until later.

Dravocn smiled at his captain, Enko seeming to pulse in her sheath. Dravocn looked to the dummy he'd be training on and his smile stayed plastered on his face, his eyes turned from void, to pure, unadulterated, loathing.

The dummy resembled himself with a giant smirk on his face, his eyes ever so elated and what was originally violet irises, was now a deep seated red. If you thought that a vizard would hate their hollow self the most, then this dummy would be exactly that, this dummy resembled the features, the smile, the eyes, the hair, EVERYTHING Dravocn was... with one little thing misplaced... the dummy, was happy, not that Dravocn wasn't happy, but the dummy showed something else, it showed the happiness that he would have if he outright let himself go unrestricted without personal limitations such as a conscience or regret. Doing everything it wanted whenever it wanted, no matter the consequences and never worrying about the consequences.

Dravocn mentally growled at the dummy, but smiled, nothing about his physical demeanor changed, his eyes just bore into the dummy with hatred, now you'd think that his hatred meant he wasn't afraid..... oooooooh nooooo... he was afraid of it, he is outright terrified. Now the problem is is that as much as he hates fear, anger, and the dummy, he was much more terrified of becoming the dummy or even slightly letting himself loose than any of it... and he already hated himself, the dummy was much worse. So yes, this dummy was his greatest fear, but it was also his largest nuisance, and greatest nemesis.

Dravocn's smile was still plastered on his face, even growing when he looked at his captain, then back to the dummy, his eyes bearing nothing but loathing as he put his hand to the handle of Enko, slowly drawing his blade and taking a breath slowly. Dravocn smirked and brought his blade to the dummy's arm, and sloooooooly pressed it into his shoulder, feeling a small pain upon his own shoulder as he did so. He almost started to laugh when he felt the pain.

"So if i don't want to be encumbered by pain, I should make sure my attacks are at maximum effectiveness." He said with a giant grin growing on his face "Oooooooooooh sir... do you really want me to train on this dummy that being the case?" he asked, his smile quickly turned into a dark hatred before his next sentence "Because i can't promise i won't die.... not that i won't try to get any better in skill... i simply wish death upon this INSECT!" he yelled the last word to the dummy, the voices in his head trying to calm him down, which instead only angered and annoyed him even more. His inner world's sky started burning, as the fire point of the pentacle in the sky started swirling and affecting the rest of his world, the yin yang symbol started swirling around as well.

Enko frowned and stared at the state of her home and didn't attempt to try to fix it as she knew he was too far gone for the moment.

'Draaav... can you calm down please? I REALLY don't feel like taking a barrage of slices to my throat or arms.. torso... fine... but still.'

'Please Drav, you need to cool it, it's there to piss you off... caaaalm down. I hate it too... but you know what? We're here so you don't turn into that thing.'

'Actually... i don't think that Drav has any voices in his head... i think he lost em all when he let loose......... aaaaawww damn.'

Dravocn's face turned into a crazed smile and his eyes almost seemed to flash, and just as fast as they 'flashed' he had sliced into the dummy's arm in one swipe, his blade stopped just after the arm, below it and holding the blade with both hands, he promised himself that one day he'll have the strength to wield all weapons with one hand without sacrificing any power one day, but for now he wields his blade with two. He stared at the dummy that had a giant smirk on his face.

Fri Dec 11, 2015 8:33 pm

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His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched, unrefined and lacking the discipline. He slowly stood from his spot, it was about time he began teaching with a more hands on method. This old way wasn't going to work for him, he spoke as he walked now forward towards him. "Your anger makes you hesitate, it makes you way your sword down with thoughts of nothing important. Can you hear them, the cry of your blade? It cries out for you to listen, yet your ears are filled with anger..you do not listen." His voice was calm and something about it was different from the old days, he'd trained a daughter and son. Without teaching them anything, they were naturals at containing their emotions. His son was the worst at it, while this young man here was a bit below him in letting it get the better of him. "When your greatest anger overcomes you, this being you see wins..Calm..yourself." He said as he walked over, inhaling from his pipe as he exhaled. Smoke moved around the figure of Dravocn, the smell was of mahogany like and had a sweet syrup like flavor you tell from the scent. The Unabara had come to live in the Gotei 13 fully, letting go of their land to the figure Nozomi. He didn't focus on that, he spoke once again. "Focus, imagine floating through the air becoming one with it. Allowing your being to transcend everything around you, your sword becoming an extension of your arm." He said softly watching as he observed now, this was a direct method. His voice was soothing and calming as he spoke. Tsubasa was one of the greatest masters of the blade to exist, it wasn't beyond his skill to teach anyone. "Now swing your blade." He said softly, the instructions were given now it was up to him to overcome it. Tsubasa gave him a trial that most wouldn't ever be able to overcome even if they tried. His eyes remained steady on the Dravocn, those in the 12th Division knew of his fire. Many were surprised he let Nozomi have the land.

Though one thing was clear, from now till the day she died at any moment she could fall to the Assassin Unabara Clan, they would be watching for even a second of weakness. Should she ever let down her guard everything precious would vanish. But that was merely the way it stood, she didn't come with intent negotiate or to make peace with him. When he and his family left the land, they made one promise to one another. Should their fates ever alter from that of the Gotei 13, Nozomi and her people would never find a moment's peace from the assassin's gaze. But for now it wasn't time to be an assassin, it was time to be a mentor. To show this young man the way of the sword, but he needed him to understand something important. A sword is a weapon, learning the true art of swordplay. Is learning how to kill anyone, you are becoming a lethal weapon. How you wield your sword is entirely up to you, will you be a person who slaughters thousands without remorse? Or will you be a symbol of justice, that is the question every warrior must ask.

Sat Dec 12, 2015 8:58 am

Dravocn pulled back from the dummy, his blade having indirectly hurting his arm in searing pain due to the dummy's attributes of damage transference. Dravocn stared at the dummy in anger even as his mentor spoke, his grin died down slowly as his eyes bore into the dummy's head and he took a breath to calm down.

"Captain, if i learn to kill as well as you are aiming for me to learn such, I would like you to help me in learning how to torture and maim... as that will be my main action in terms of battle." he said calmly and took another breath "Death is simple and easy, if my targets are worthy of such a thing, then that symbolizes i have either respect for them or i am their friend. This is not a fact, this is how i see things." he explained and looked to his mentor and waited as he watched the man's thoughts pass through his eyes "I will not always kill, and I agree that killing is an asset that i should aquire, but not every enemy will be my enemy, and not every enemy will be worthy of the simplicity and beauty of true death. There are many ways to make someone suffer or face regret, death skips over all of this." he said and looked to the floor "I didn't mean to sound as if i was lecturing you sir, but it is the way my eyes view the world." he said "Another thing however, I feel pity for hollows, not hatred, they will be quick... i needed to tell you this in case you thought i would fail in my job description as a shinigami." he said and looked to the dummy after calming down "My strength will be that of horrors my enemies couldn't imagine in their worst nightmares... and then after, i will replace their worst fears, and they will see me even in their dreams." he said and took another breath.

Dravocn, after his speech, lifted his blade with both hands and in a slow exhale he had cut through the dummy's neck and sheathed his blade, thinking he would feel pain soon. He knew he could do better, but he wanted to find out the best way to wield his weapon first. Enko was a normal katana in her sealed form currently, she was a sleek and light blade, resembling the two katana that Dravocn's grandfather wielded during his time in the ancient wars of the feudal era that Dravocn was given in his grandfather's death request, or what we call now, his will.

Dravocn had seen many things, most things that children only hear as legends or folklore despite the people being real. Enko had been with him through it all and Dravocn even talked to her in his alone time, he would never let her cry despite what his mentor had said about his blade. Imagine being one with the wind, his mentor said and Dravocn smiled as the wind was gentle, while lightning was vicious and unrelenting, Dravocn decided to combine both aspects in the stroke he made in the dummy's throat, a quick and vicious, but no unnecessary force and no cleaving, took only a swipe with enough force to quickly enter and exit the neck of the dummy for a clean cut.

Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:35 pm

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A soft sigh escaped his lip as he gently tapped Dravocn on the head with his fan, he smiled shaking his head. "Explaining to me is meaningless, their is but one being you explain yourself too..Your partner, the one who pleads and cries for you. Your Zanpakutō will do anything for you, this relationship is built on trust and understanding..The greater your bond the more you will be capable of, we've unearthed part of it.." He said softly inhaling from his pipe as the dummy's head fell off, he walked to his own dummy. Deciding to demonstrate it one more time for Dravocn, so he could understand perhaps. Explaining wasn't going far, he was calm now though that was good. He slipped his pipe between his lips exhaling a breath, a pressure seemed to fill the room. It wasn't spiritual pressure, just something dangerous stood before them. It was though something was waiting to move, his eyes watched the dummy. No hesitation or signs of altering from his focus, his Zanpakutō seemed just as focused. The blade and wielder were waiting for the proper moment, he moved like a lightning bolt. It was done in an instant, the dummy fell to the ground as his sword clicked into it's sheath. He pulled the pipe from his lips as he walked to the next training. "The extension of my being is my Zanpakutō, when I fight we are one not two..But, we'll come back to this soon..It's time for you to find your center, this water will slice you apart if you don't.." The river like stream ran through the area, it was large enough for a person to sit in as he walked in he sat down. He didn't move, everything became still as he breathed lightly. He was flowing with the current, not fighting against the raging stream's force. It was strong if you resisted and fought, but when you sat and let your mind relax. When you looked within and found your center, that was the base of it. A swordsman was only as good as their core, they needed it to be effective. Dravocn had only scratched the surface of what it truly meant to be a swordsman.

"Relax and find the answer, don't tell me what it is..You and your sword must find your own answers together." He'd spent a long time in this water in his life. Looking for answers, finding several things instead of them. Wisdom, patience had been a large one for him. It wasn't something he simply could do without in the long run. As a parent he'd proven himself time and time again for his children. As the Unabara Head it seemed evident that he wouldn't be going anywhere. Tsubasa was a true master of the arts in every sense of the word, it wasn't something that could be completely ignored either. His eyes remained closed, this would likely be the hardest trial for Dravocn, sitting still and merely taking in everything. He left his pipe sitting on the table so he could make sure Dravocn saw it was possible. People seemed to believe things impossible these days without giving a good effort. Everything would be settled based on the effort that Dravocn put forth.

Sat Dec 12, 2015 11:41 pm

Dravocn didn't seem to mind the gentle bop the head as his mentor spoke, again, the man said that he wasn't trying to listen to his blade, and again Dravocn had shrugged that bit of, if only because he would never do anything to hurt her, and never something like that on purpose. Dravocn smiled as Tsubasa demonstrated again, noting to himself the movements he made as he smirked and sighed.

He then followed the master to a river in of which they entered and were supposed to do their best to not be swept away by it. Dravocn rose his brow and got into the river and was almost immediately sent away by the river, Dravocn chuckled and smiled as he assumed all he had to do was find his center of balance, as scientifically speaking that would work, it was his first guess at least and he knew that it would likely differ due to the abilities of the spirit world he knew and examined for so long.

Dravocn took a breath and looked at Enko as he didn't fight the current, but instead, lifted his legs above it and float above the water, in of which he unsheathed Enko and lied her on his chest as he floated and closed his eyes, holding her handle with both hands, the blade lying on its edge, the middle of the blade on the tip of his nose and lips and he smiled before kissing it gently and breathing gently.

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'How are you doing dear, is the training to harsh for you?' he asked her as he stepped into his inner world and watched the sky.

'Are you sure this is going to work'

'I believe that this is to conect the two of us, so if we talk to each other, i believe it will be a success'

'What would you like to talk about?'

'Do i ever talk about anything else but you dear?' he asked with a chuckle and held her close and nuzzled into her neck as he wrapped his arms around her, he loved her like a sister, despite being an extension of his own being, a fact that needn't be explained to him

She smiled and giggled 'True' she said

Dravocn would spend talk about Enko until interrupted by the outside world

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