Right off the bat the girl was loud, due to ear buds Carter had over looked when approaching her. Now imagine if you had spooked the girl with knives. he thought, scolding himself for his error.
With a raised eye brow he crossed his arms and looked hard at the girl, it didn't take an angel's knowledge to know she was putting on the front of a dumb girl, the light in her eyes was too sharp, her movements too clean, this was no way a dumb girl. If anything she was a girl who wanted to be left alone but Carter was bored himself and always loved to train so he would take the chance to do so if she would drop her crap.
" I said my name's Carter and it's time to cut that facade, You're not an air head like you want to lead me onto think." He said, reissuing his name while he uncrossed his arms and walked closer, picking up a discarded projectile knife she had thrown earlier.
" I like training a lot and can offer pointers to fine tune this ability your trying at while maybe gaining some more experience myself, plus it's not often I get to meet someone with half a brain." Exhaling he gathered his reiatsu, a golden light coloring pooling in his hand that gripped the knife, his right index finger would slide down the metal handled, his thumb closing into pinch the end of the handle with the index finger while focusing and compressing his reiatsu so it would attach to the handle.
Once that was done his left hand opened and dropped the blade, it would fall through the air about a foot and a half before stopping dead when his left hand closed around what appeared air. " You're making these weapons into projectiles but have no way to retrieve them once they're thrown and can't carry an unlimited supply in a pitched battle, the next best option is to 'tie' a line to them and by this I mean your own Reiatsu." His left arm shot upward and the blade flew outward toward the target before he flicked his wrist sharply and the blade seemed to flick from the chin of the dummy down to the pelvic area. After the wrist flick was performed he crossed his left arm across his own chest and pulled backwards, the knife flying back to him and landing in his now open left palm.
A deep and narrow cut appeared within the blink of an eye on the dummy from the chin, down the torso and ending between its legs. " You've already began to use your energy to sharpen the blade before you throw it but you don't consider how that energy affects its flight, sending it off target just as often as it'll hit. With a line attached from you to the blade itself you can make it a never ending ranged attack while controlling how sharp the blade becomes." He explained.
" I like your style of fighting but it has some gaps, you have a small Zanpakutō so your fighting would be close quarters which can be fine if you are proficient Hakuda but if not you're a sitting duck if they opponent gets too close, so you need a decent mid to long range attack to keep them back, hence your projectile knives, the problem with them is that they have a limited supply. with this ability you can make them last much longer while keeping a hand free in case an enemy gets close in for a close quarters attack."
His right hand would fish into his robes and pull out a broken Wakazishi handle with a sliver of blade. " This though can help you with close all the way to long range combat, it's called the faith blade and it was gifted to me to use, the blade is created from the energy you put into it and can be as long as a butter knife or as big as a sky scrapper, if you're not a total asshole i might let you borrow it to help you out until you get good at close range combat." He said, offering a prize for her to train with him, but not only to train, almost a bribe to be his friend one might think because the small white headed angel shinigami felt a lot more alone than he ever let on.