Two Kuchikis and a Stick or Two

Takehiko had regained his voice after a rather traumatic slapping by the head servant girl. But that raised an important problem he had at the moment. He was specialized in kido and hoho thus far. Though calling him anything more then a greenhorn wasn't proper. Glancing at his sword his eyes stared for a moment. Unsure how to begin sword training in any sense of the regard. Dummy smacking wasn't helping and his body hadn't grown much. Kido had become easier and so had stepping in any regard really. But the issue remained he wasn't formidable with close range combat. He often backed down allowing far superior warriors to take the front. As a Kuchiki, it was disgraceful in any sense of the word. He had no strengthed physical condition or skill with weapons. His durability hadn't improved despite a throat being partly ripped apart. He failed that due to power but he also realized limitations wise. He didn't have impressive or even remarkable skills really. Takehiko needed to train something along the lines of swordplay. Though he doubted he would ever come close to mastery.

But the current level of which he found himself wasn't good. His shoulders tightened a bit as he pulled his sword out. He still didn't know the name of his sword as he couldn't hear it yet. So much remained lost to him in this sense. He hadn't found a way to communicate yet and his physical skills were lacking. Kido was very comfortable for him almost happy. He also enjoyed Hoho but Zanjutsu and Hakuda were weak points. When it came to melee combat he was exceptionally pathetic. He lacked muscle or potent skills to make progress with. Takehiko frowned a bit looking at his sword now before sheathing it. This entire thing was so distant for him really. He'd swung swords till his hands felt like blisters were forming on blisters. He could strike a match on his hand if desired too. But mindlessly swinging his sword wasn't getting him anywhere. He'd not fought but a couple fights so far. Mostly against Demon and hollows that came from the war. They'd remained in the Rukongai area and missions as a soldier did require such.

But what about him in terms of progressing towards his goal. He wanted to heal people and save lives. But what about his patients when he started medical care for them. He doubted highly that people would stand aside and let them go. Hollows didn't show such mercy from his experience with them. Nor did demons so he needed to be able to protect them. His skills at present were pathetic and deserved every single insult imaginable. He'd thought about asking for kendo lessons. To improve his skills at the very least in terms of a sport. But again he just didn't know where to start with that. Kido had felt more comfortable than a sword in his hand. But his uncle's both of them were an excellent swordsman. So he merely had to try and apply himself better to it. So inhaling practicing his first kata he learned from Ulv. He tried to find something within the patterns and motions. Something he could translate into this art form that eluded him thus far.

If not for his weakness in this sense perhaps he could have experienced a true growth of power. Reiatsu growth was coming to him, slowly and steadily at any course of it. He didn't say anything yet out of habit mostly protecting his vocal cords. Takehiko had sort of grown used to being a very quiet person. Though he'd speak when needed with a deep and gravelly voice. From his understanding, it was from his injury. So his voice had a nature rasp to it now, but that was fine he guessed. Thinking about the move that hit him in the neck when he attacked. Couldn't even pretend to follow it's movement. Though he could say astutely it's angle based on damages to his throat.