Lost Within the Population [Open]

" Alright Yoma, I suppose I have some time to kill. I'm Siku Maboroshi, unseated member of the 10th Division, if you care to know that much. As for what I said, you are more helpful to yourself about finding your weaknesses than me. That is...until we spar. "

Siku looked at the tree the man had rested against and noticed his head and the tree had a crimson glaze covering them just slightly. Siku's brow curved in a questionitive gesture, as he stared at the side of his head, practically gawking at it. the only people Siku was used to see bleeding was himself, and people from the 11th Division. They were maniacs when it came to sword fighting, or fighting in general, and making each other bleed was pretty much normal activity. But this guy didn't seem to be an 11th Division member.

" So uh, besides what you said Yoma, why are you bleeding? Does everybody who passes by spar you or is there another story for spilt blood? "

Siku never really heard of people bleeding from the head for no apparent reason, and so far it almost looked like he was mugged and wounded now, but no victim would wish to spar a Shinigami after they were just assaulted. So no, he likely wasn't attacked, or a victim. Maybe he had fallen? Only Yoma could tell him.

The situation at hand seemed rather troublesome, what with the man wanting to take up plenty of Siku's time to figure something out for himself. It would only be worth it to him for this to be some sort of additional training, so it would need to be both of them sparring with their Zanpakutō to mean anything for Siku. Only motivated to help the man under his own conditions, Siku made Yoma aware of them, needing a mutual agreement to proceed.

" Well I would only be able to be of service if I spar with my Zanpakutō. Otherwise this would be nothing more than child's play for me. And it's not like you are going to discover anything today, not really. So I can't donate too much time to your cause, I still have errands for the day for my division. My Taichou wouldn't exactly be pleased if I use all my time for unnecessary things. So we might as well try to get as much done as we can, and cut out the chit-chat. "

Siku drew his sword slowly from his left side with his right hand gripping the tsuka, and his left the sheath. The noise of the metal sliding against the wooden sheath reminded Siku's ears of the presence of battle, and made the hairs on his neck stand. He held his Zanpakutō with the tip towards the ground in only his right hand, figuring he would switch things up and experiment with his swordsmanship. Still this man was practically a complete stranger, and the feeling Siku had didn't make his ego feel any better. Still, this beat training by himself all the time, and might prove to be more productive than simply training alone.

" You can draw, i'm ready on you. "

Siku chuckled lightly for but a second, his mouth clenching shut so soon as he stopped. The guy was already undermining himself, something nobody should do in a combat-related situation. However Yoma had the ambition to at least face Siku, who he felt he was weaker than, in an actual spar. The idea of any of this ending well for his opponent didn't seem to make it's way across Siku's mind as he examined his Zanpakutō and it's curved edge.

" Well I hope you have an idea for what you are doing, I have wielded a sword long enough to be confident in my skills. Let's see if you feel the same way. "

Contradicting his present stationary position, the sudden dash Siku made came without warning. At the end of his sentence, Siku chased straight forward into Yoma, wielding his Zanpakutō forward in his right hand, aiming to pierce in Yoma's left shoulder. It was a jabbing motion, one made with an agile motion from Siku. He wasn't excellent with a sword, but his weight and flexibility allowed him to have a very large swing radius, which is why he decided to wield it with one hand so far. His right side would be protected, and he would try to compensate for the left arm dangling without a sword physically, maybe to grab hold of Yoma if he let's Siku get close and take hold. There were many options one could pick when they decide to freestyle a spar, and Siku had done quite a lot of that with his previous sensei, Okito Miuhara. Together they made Siku an able Shinigami, and that was all Siku could hope for.

Siku's mind was overcome with anxiety as he grew close to Yoma, within striking distance. It wasn't in his nature to directly harm strangers who seem to be misunderstanding the reality. They need to block his blade if he comes close with it, but Siku wasn't sure if Yoma would be excersized enough in the use of his Zanpakutō. It is a horrid experience to practice your swordsmanship with someone who can barely lift their blade, let alone swing it swiftly.