Anger Management

Takehiko felt something was off with his new teacher. Something about him seemed sad or perhaps missing. Slowly he felt the digits of his wiry arm stretch out. Those digits coiling around his arm. At first, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. That grip began tightening causing a contorting face for him. But Takehiko didn't yell out as he felt the pain. His eyes closed as he inhaled softly, mentally preparing himself. Sudden he felt the male's grip loosen, no not just that his entire body. The words came for him to relax. Takehiko didn't question it or blink quickly doing so. Letting the tension go from his body. It was a strange thing seeing changes come to his mentor. It wasn't something that came quickly but gradually. Takehiko felt tension vanish from his own body. He didn't know what was coming but a concern was existing. He got the feeling whatever was about to happen would hurt. Tense or not he was going to feel this in the morning. Takehiko didn't have any tricks up his sleeves as of yet.

The swaying began as though listening to a song. That song's melody something Takehiko couldn't hear. It came quickly almost a jolt of movement and Takehiko was gone. Trying to get his bearings of what just happened. He felt the explosion of air on his face. Scratch that his entire body felt as though he was falling. Not just a slow fall either, this had a large amount of velocity. Takehiko wanted to get angry about this. But surely Washi had a reason for doing it to him. Within his mind he thought for sure he did. Thus he decided to trust him and kept his body loose. As he felt the sudden stop of force into the rocks. His body felt the air leave his lungs. This sudden impact had hit the Kuchiki hard as he thought his eyes were gonna pop. Coughing for a moment he began to sit up but it was slow. Takehuiko's eyes looked left and right now. Crawling on the ground for a moment as he gained some sort of idea. His body didn't take as much damage but he was still winded.

Taking stock of things he examined himself from head to toe. More or less feeling each body part with his mind. Nothing had broken nor been punctured. It had hurt like hell on earth that much was true. People didn't realize what you could live through. Slowly Takehiko moved his frame gently pushing himself upwards now. Going from a crawling position to sitting on his knees. The world felt like it was spinning at the speed he went. Jaeden had nothing on that speed of which he went. He felt like a ball that had been slammed into the ground. Gathering himself Takehiko took a moment longer before finally putting one foot out. Slowly bringing his hand to his knee he got up. He was a bit wobbly but seemed to finally get up. That had felt painful enough for him. Takehiko was pretty good at dealing with punishment. But too many more of those and he'd likely not get up. He began dusting himself off slowly. Despiting feeling like the world was still spinning. Effects of being used as a shinigami ball he imagined.

Determination burned in his eyes yet as he looked. Takehiko got the idea that falling would be part of this. But it was something he hoped his teacher would know. Takehiko Kuchiki excelled at taking punishment and getting his ass kicked. Truth be told he was in a mastery course for just that. He'd been slashed, stabbed, blown up, and now thrown like a ball. He had quite an extensive record of accomplishments. He'd been hit by Ulv to top it all off, limiters or not. She would punish him his body pretty roughly. A martial artist like her could do damage regardless. Takehiko's body ached with some pain. A reminder he was alive and kicking. But he didn't offer a questioning glance at Colin. What was next on his punishment pallate he wondered. Would Colin throw him again like that or maybe something else. A simmering rage hid beneath the surface of the Kuchiki's exterior. His hollow didn't share his trust with Washi's method so far. His eyes blinked a couple of times.

Whatever came next from the eagle god, one sure thing was it would hurt.