Mastering Guns? No Problem. [Open]

In all honesty, this was just another average day for Ravana Ichiro. A few days back, he had met a young kid, Zen if he remembered the name correctly, who turned out to be a Ziamichi. Being the naturally friendly person that he was, Ravana had managed to befriend the kid. While the young Ziamichi might have been a little overly energetic, Ravana didn't mind. In fact, his energy and want to improve his own powers kind of reminded Ravana of himself. That, of course, led to why he was here today. After they had become friends, Zen had asked Ravana to train him. Not being a Ziamichi himself, Ravana wasn't really sure how much he could help the kid, but he had agreed to at least have a spar with him. While he was a friendly guy, Ravana did always enjoy a good fight or spar. Than, and Ravana himself was also always looking for was to improve himself, and fighting new opponents was a great way to learn not only about different styles of fighting, but also more about yourself. As usual, Ravana was wearing his own version of the Shinigami uniform; the same one he wore back when he was a Captain, though slightly more tattered and worn now. It consisted of a longer black, coat-like top, leaving a slight bit of his upper chest exposed, and long, black, hamaka pants. His Zanpakuto was secured in its sheath on his left side, under his white cloth belt. While he may not have been in the Gotie 13 for over 400 years, he still liked his old uniform; not only because he had become accustomed to fighting in it, but because there was also a bit of sentimental value to it.

As he approached the area where Zen had told him to go, Ravana could hear the sounds of gunshots, and could sense the kids spiritual energy. "Heh, seems like someone's a little impatient" Ravana said to himself with a grin. So as not to keep him waiting much longer, Ravana used Shunpo to appear a few yards away from Zen. As he approached the kid, Ravana waved to him with a friendly smile. "Oi, hey there Zin, getting started without me are ya?" Ravana asked jokingly with a slight laugh. The friendly smile remained upon his face as he watched the leaves fall around the kid as he bowed; Ravana had to admit, it was a rather nice entrance. As Ravana approached Zen, his left hand casually went down to rest on the hilt of his Zanpakuto, though not yet going to draw it. "Like I told ya before, I may not know much about Ziamichi, but I'm always up for a good spar" He said in a friendly tone, maybe a little odd given the fact that they were about to spar. "I gotta admit though, Kireme here has been looking forward to our little spar, though I'll try to keep her in check so as not to hurt ya too much" Ravana said, referring to his Zanpakuto; Iku-sen Kireme. While this was meant more so as a joke, there was a bit of seriousness to it, as sometimes both he and his Zanpakuto would get a little too into a good fight.

Ravana couldn't help but grin to himself a bit, the kids eagerness was a little contagious. Of course, there was more to it than that. To be honest, this young Ziamichi kinda reminded Ravana of himself when he was younger. Back, over 400 years ago, before he was even a Captain, Ravana had displayed this same kind of eagerness towards his own powers. Sure, it may have made him seem a little overly energetic back in the day, but it was also what helped him to become a Captain at quite a young age. Of course, Ravana still did have his moments when it came to energy, but he had really matured over the years, and was a much more relaxed person now. Still, the sight of Zen being so eager for a good fight and to learn made Ravana feel a little nostalgic. Of course, this didn't meant that he was going to have any problems sparring with Zen, it just meant that it would probably be a bit more enjoyable. Ravana could also hear Kireme's voice within his head, thought exactly what she was saying would only be known to Ravana. Then again, judging by the fact that it brought the grin back to his face, it most likely had something to do with the spar. "Heh, well, it is always good to warm up before a spar" Ravana said cheerily in response to Zen. It was still interesting to see how friendly Ravana could be even right before a spar.

"Well then, if fighting's what'll help ya, then I suppose I'm a good candidate for your training" Ravana said, cracking his neck a bit to help loosen up his body. "Oh, and don't worry, I won't hurt you too much, I'm having Kireme dull her blade down a bit as well since it's just a spar" Ravana added with a friendly smile. Now, even if Zen was cut by Ravana's Zanpakuto, the damage would be lessened, and any cuts that might be caused would also be about only half as serious. "Of course, I won't go too easy on you; it would do nothing for your training if this wasn't a challenge" Ravana said with a grin, though this time, the grin seemed to be a bit more mischievous than before. It wasn't like he was planning anything bad, but more that he was actually looking forward to this spar. So, as Zen entered his unorthodox stance, Ravana smiled softly as his right hand went down to his Zanpakuto, grabbing its hilt. In one quick and fluid motion, Ravana had removed his Zanpakuto from its sheath and held it with both of his hands. In the midday sun, the blade of his Zanpakuto seemed to glow silver, almost as if it were radiating light from itself. Bending his knees slightly and spreading his legs, Ravana lowered himself into a standard battle stance. "Well then, since you're the one with the guns, I think that I'll give you the first move; show me what you an do now Zen" Ravana said, a hint of excitement in his tone.

"My pleasure," he said as he quickly brought down his hand that was pointed toward the sky and brought it down before him at the same exact level as the other. But what happened next was probably not expected instead of bullets, or even a jet of flames, two orange beams were shot out of each barrel toward the gray haired man. But before the two bright orange particle beams left the barrels Zen closed his eyes and levitated a few inches into the air. It was barely noticeable but after the beams left the guns the force behind them caused Zen to ride the backwards force, gaining more distance and dissapearing into the trees. The beams were about 5 feet in diameter each and if they hit Ravana they would have caused some burns, but in reality the beams were nothing but a slightly solidified flame. They were a much less lethal version of an attack he had been working on and he thought that it would be best to not use the full attack. Not only did the move propel him, but the attack was so bright it created a flash, temporarily blinding anyone in the immediate area. The blinding only lasted 1 second but it was enough to distract the opponent. It also delayed the reaction time for actually dodging the attack, since the brightness was the first thing to leave the gun, followed by the actual beam itself. The speed of light was nothing to mess with.

As Zen flew back he landed in a heavily wooded area, way out of the sight of Ravana. Zen took shelter in the densely wooded area and moved stealthily between each tree, careful not to make any sounds he ocassionaly threw a rock in the direction opposite of where he was going, this would be the only movement in the bushes, as Zen was practicing moving stealithly through thick areas such as this. He was like a squirrel, quick and silent, hopping along from tree to tree, yet not hinting any kind of movement, just ordinary forest sounds. Zen then stopped moving and threw his back to a tree, if he wanted even a chance of winning he would have to fight smart. He the stopped moving and planted his back to a tree raising his guns before him. He was completely calm and calculating, he began to pump chi into his eyes and brain, heightening his senses and his concentration. If the man named Ravana even so much as sighed Zen would be able to pinpoint him. As a bead of sweat traveled down the side of his face, as if it were a fresh water stream, he gripped both of his guns. He completely hid his energy, no one was going to track him down that way but he was still ready just incase he was.

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