The King With Sun In His Eyes [Saya/Ask To Join]

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Fire could be thought of as one of the greatest weapons known to mankind. It was the spark of that magnificent flame which dawned the new age for humans. For with fire they had the tools to protect themselves, endure the harsh elements of winter and ensure their survival as they cultivated and birthed new methods to tame and evolve this chaotic element of nature.

Fast forward to the day and age in which spiritual power is had in great abundance. While fire is most certainly one of the more common elements known to beings whom wield supernatural power, The King of Vizards still considered it to be just as potent and powerful as it was in the days of mankind's time in the wild. It is why he found himself yearning to create a flame within himself. But not just any flame. No. The King desired a flame which could melt away the very comprehension of both natural physics and the metaphysical structure in the ethereal world in which he lived in.

As he believed in the strength of "absolute fire" and he understood his position as being one of the grand masters in this art. On par with the likes of the late General Yamamoto, the Zanpakutō of Nometsu was considered to be one of the strongest fire Zanpakutō's currently active to most known databases. Therefore, it wielded a ferocious pack of a punch when it came to the flames and raw heat which could be generated from it's essence. Combined with it's master unyielding will being infused into these constructs, it was difficult for The King not to imagine himself being the strongest fire user of his time.

Therefore, to maintain this strong inner vision of himself, The King of Vizards sought to travel to the Tasman Sea from the coast of New Zealand. Once he arrived there and stood in place at the center of the sea, for one full month, he would continue to imprint this imagine of eternal fire deep into the inner workings of Nometsu's inner world. Nothing but flames, heat and the infinite light of the sun's dazzling shine was left in the mind of The King as he trained.

And this sentiment of unyielding will and fire would be reflected in his physical form as well. Since, for that entire month, Zin's body would be in a constant state of energy emission. Throughout a mile wide radius towards the center of the Tasman Sea, a dome of crimson red flames would radiate with a great enough shimmer that it could be seen as far away as the coasts both Australia and New Zeland.

These flames burned through the earth, scorched past water and melted the very fabric of the world around Zin; extending it's strength to the point of decaying physical and spiritual particles around him. What was left in the wake of this was a strong taint on the world which left nothing but a zone of blood red light. This was his imprint on the world and it was not one which would be so easily dissolved.

From his estimates, this blotch on the planet would not leave for at least one hundred natural born human lifetimes. As this product of his training was one where he put his utmost earnest into maintaining his flames, spiritual aura and will in a pin-point and focused area to further his physical strength, mental ability and blossom his inner world to greater extents so that he may not remain stagnant. If he possessed the power to foster such an immense strength to achieve such divine feats, the techniques which could be born from this training were immense and the applications immeasurable.

As, for an entire month, he did not eat, he did not sleep and he did not so much as relieve himself while in this state of immovable will. There was nothing but him and the void of solar heat which made him his own cosmic star. This was the type of training it took in order to so much as manage the weight of his ability and showcased just how hardened his will had become over the years.

Not even the forces of nature herself could disturb this training. Storms which washed over this portion of the Tasman Sea were simply vaporized. Wind, water and lightning stood not even the slightest of chances against this transcendent flame. It was if a monster had been born and it's searing claws burned all that it touch.

Yet, perhaps that is precisely what Zin was to The Yuudeshi Clan. For the family he was born into had been known as a mercenary type warrior clan which was founded five centuries ago, yet did not properly grow into power until the early 21st century. For in every otherworldly conflict there was, a Yuudeshi could be assured to be there and fight to the bitter end. It is how they made their fortune and attained such a powerful influence in the world to be one of the most powerful families on the planet.

Hence, from this clan's intense desire for power, a gene was birthed within them to help these battle drawn human's, shinigami and half-breeds alike achieve that power they sought faster: The Yuudeshi Drive. The Yuudeshi Drive was a trait within the clan which fed off the emotions, thoughts and will of The Yuudeshi. As, the more potent the emotions The Yuudeshi felt became, and the more dire their circumstance arose to, the deeper this trait would activate and push them towards an accelerated path of awakening and evolving their abilities, forms, powers and mind.

Yet, something like this did not come without drawbacks. Nothing in this life did. There were many countless Yuudeshi who fell prey to psychotic outburst. For, The Yuudeshi Drive was something which corroded the mind if one wasn't resistant enough to tame it. It could change a person, turn them into a monster and utterly damage them. As, if not properly controlled, it would outright destroy and break down their body physically to the point where it's traits advantages would be cancelled out due to the havoc it would cause on The Yuudeshi's body; ultimately leading to the death in many cases.

Thus, in terms of prospective, Zin was considered among the best masters of this trait for the simple reason that he kept his Yuudeshi Drive active -- at all times. One day in the year 2412, after another extensive leave for training, he returned to the clan. And, to their shock, his hair turned to blood, eyes morphed to fire and he was permanently scarred by his Yuudeshi Drive feasting off the reddening sun within himself which was his power. By now, even the most powerful of Yuudeshi would find themselves wearing down, but the atrocious will of Zin's mind kept these effects at bay and he maintained total control over it.

Hence, when the month had passed, The King made his one thousand mile journey across the sea. With each step that he took, the waters of the ocean were scarred with blood red footprints which burned through the water and left crimson voids which would last one week for each step taken. In turn, nothing but the sounds of wood burning would be left through the Tasman Sea. For, at the root of this tremendous flame had still been the primal principle mankind wielding the strongest weapon known to the wild.

So, as he took his 14 day march through the seas without end or rest, The King of Vizards still maintained this ethereal aura until he reached the coast of New Zeland and stepped foot upon Martin's Bay. It is there, and only there, where he would finally dismiss this power. In one sharp breath, he'd wind himself away from his inner world and restore his consciousness back to reality.

Clothes tattered and dirtied, the male simply burned away a white shirt seen across his chest and left nothing but a pair of scorched blue jeans on. As his entire body had some variations of burns from straining itself to maintain such an immense energy for so long. These burns were seen across his wrist, chest, legs, knees, fingers, toes, thighs, back and neck. While bruising started to occur across most of his limbs as well and a sense of great spiritual lost could be felt. For he had exhausted quite a high amount of spiritual energy performing this feat.

More than that, the male's throat was utterly dry and his lips hadn't felt the taste of water in over 44 days. So, it was quite natural for him to possess an immense thirst as his vision blurred infrequently. While his stomach growled with a grumble that shook the earth for many dozens of meters on end.

Yet, despite all of this, he still could perform at half strength if he was forced into a combat situation at this point. That is a testament of the rigid training which was forced into his mind, body and soul. Though, that wasn't on his mind as he stared longingly into the starry skies of the twilight atmosphere above him. No. Only one thing could be felt and said to this grace which was blessed upon him:

"Thank you."

In those two simple words which echoed throughout the island, The King would give praise to the rising sun and let it's warm glow fill his body with strength and power. For it was the one thing he symbolized himself as being during this time of spiritual training and the one thing which he guided his powers to become. For the power of the sun gave birth to life, light, hope and indescribable power. And, for The King, he wished to attain that power for himself and do with it as he pleased. No more, no less.