Homecoming

From Rio's observation, Yahiko's Zanpakuto was one that definitely held an element of surprise. She could see why he wished to keep such intel confidential. Even understanding the nature of the Zanpakuto didn't make it any easier to evade the strikes that came after it. Even still, she could tell that Yahiko's strength left something to be desired. He was no weakling by any measure of the term and there was a light bruise or two on her arms, but it wasn't as if she had lost her balance or been knocked to the ground so far, either.

One could equal a hundred in the space of a single second. In the hands of a true master, such an ability to multiply one's physical strikes could be a deadly weapon. With some training and control, he could be a warrior to be feared in the Shihoin clan.

This time, he performed the technique again, amplifying his speed as he shot forward like a speeding bullet and swung his foot towards her side, once again multiplying the number of times he could strike within an instant.

Rio kept her guard up once again, remaining planted in her position as she kept her ground. There was definitely potential here.

Before he could give her any time to react, he quickly went into another stance and executed a spin kick, and with it followed a wave of darkness that Rio did not bother to evade.

It wasn't as if she was taking these hits head on to show superiority in power or that she believed she could take the brunt of all this damage.

In a way, this was a method to gauge his power and the physical prowess behind his strikes, as well as the nature of his techniques. Keeping her arms held in a defensive position, she took the hit and was knocked back a few meters.

"I think I'm starting to understand the nature of your Zanpakuto. It's actually nothing like shadow-boxing once one studies the nature of it. That said, it is still impressive. Yahiko... with training, we could really be onto something here. Show me all that you can, and then we can get a full, clear eye of view of what you need to work on for the future. "

He nodded slowly as he didn't bother removing his clothing. It was a habit for him when using it. But as the shadow coiled up his legs. It began moving towards his upper torso like a coat. A burst of white began bubbling force as the wind howled. She was testing him he got that sense the gap between them was big. His clothing on the upper half was in tatters as the back and shoulders were blown off. The white reiatsu of the Shunko showing itself. He stood still for a moment as the black shadow began mingling with it. Creating a duplicate of his Shunko now. He didn't increase this one tenfold. As this required immense concentration. His forehead formed beads of sweat trickling down. His right hand extended slowly as he aimed at her with it. Inhaling a breath the energy of his Shunko began pooling. As darkness began engulfing the front as well. His shadow mingling and growing.

This would be two attacks in one so it would be difficult. His control over this bothered him so it was secret. He didn't unveil his skills or powers without reason. Nor did he like showcasing all of his tools. But Rio was family and trustworthy. This information wouldn't harm him. This fell into the category of he was unable to control it. The blast screamed across the ground towards his cousin. A whipping vortex in all directions. Held together by darkness and wind Shunko. It had the power of a small tornado ripping itself apart as he advanced. He didn't have the power to make the most of his skills. Yahiko's Shunko after this went away and his Zanpakuto sealed. That was the most he could offer her at this moment. She'd gotten to see the style he built.

He knew well that power was lacking as he reached into his pants. As his clothing fell off revealing markings. He had a tattoo on his shoulder from his band days. With a couple of other things that gave small hints. His life outside of the family was a strange one. A Bass and Drum vocalist for a small band called the Outcasts. He enjoyed himself with those guys and girls for a bit. Never letting on he wasn't human and blending in. So he decided to get two tattoos on his shoulder. That had their emblem which was drawn by him and another guy. It was a scarecrow that was dressed up in special clothing. Rocking out on its perch as the other was something else. It was on his back and became visible the moment he activated Shunko.

The Shihouin Clan symbol adjourned his back all the way across it. Moving down to the very bottom in ink. This Tattoo was done beautifully and perfectly. The care and pride he held as a Clan member. Yahiko's family pride was always with him. Even on earth he thought of them and decided to tattoo the important things on him. He wore his heart on his sleeve in a manner of speaking. He put the cigarette between his lips and adjusted his clothing. Covering the shoulder tattoo for privacy reasons. "They need to make clothing that doesn't do this with Shunko. " He said offering a compliant as he fooled around getting a zippo lighter out.


Lighting his cigarette he inhaled, he wasn't tired or out of energy. His reason for smoking had nothing to do with addiction. They just tasted good to him and he smoked only once and a while. This was just an occasion where he decided to do so. "That's about it Cousin, couldn't get much training done on earth." He said offering a gentle shrug of his shoulders.