Tora's Training [shizuo,Carter, and lionus private]

Carter had been in the wastelands practicing his Kidō's alone since they had a tendency of going wrong. He was already sweating by the time he felt the two spirit pressures emerge. His back was to the area the energy was coming from but could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He knew that he would be going to investigate as he always did. He enjoyed chances like this. His right hand out that had been forming a simple Kidō flew downwards as he cut of the energy to the attack and he turned on his heel. Now facing the area the energy had come from.

His left hand clinched his Zanpakutō, Nacuto, as he ran forward. His flash not being trained yet but still faster than any human could run and faster than cars tend to go. He vanished in the air going only so fast that mortal eyes couldn't see him but his own people could. He frowned at the idea knowing he was weaker than most people, knowing he was weaker than both of the two energy blips he was sprinting to. But hey what was life if you don't try your hardest? He skidded to a stop , dust and rocks flying wildly as he looked downward. This had been flat ground just a few minutes before and yet now it was a crater in the earth. He smiled knowing some power was needed to do this as he leaped upward, his feet out as they connected with the slope of the natural blow, him flashing forward. His speed now enhanced greatly due to the downwards run with his flash. "YAHHHOOOOO!" He roared as he ran, a dust cloud coming up behind him. He totally forgot about the two energy sources until he saw the two standing in the middle of the bowl. He gulped as his feet reused to listen and he couldn't stop moving. He jammed his feet into the ground and tumbled head over foot, rolling with speed towards the vizard. "LOOK OUT!" He yelled as he rolled, his body going to connect with the vizard. He frowned pissed that he had made such an ass of himself.

The sword came in, and there was a pretty good amount of force behind it. The sword was hot, and spicy A glow of metal which was coming in with force enough to pulverize steel. Good steel, bad steel who gave a shit? It just was a way to gauge or explain the force that was coming forward. A blade which had slowly came forward. Moderately fast was what the foe was apparently, it also had something to say about their character. How they acted, what drove them maybe it also explained why he was here in the first place. Why he was wasting his precious time to train this runt? Well wasn't it simple? This runt, apparently had the guts to take the training, so as a man of his word he would beat some muscle onto this kids fatty fighting style. This was up to the prime example of how blunt and honest Hakura was, he didn't sugar coat things. Nope, he just dealt with things, and was honest in the situation. Which is why as the blade came forward he didn't stop or avoid it. No he didn't do anything, he wanted to see how strong the blade was.

Which is why as the blade came forward he just stood there, feeling the wind, the intent behind it. Such spicy gusto this student had balls. He could give him that, because even though they knew their instructor was worlds stronger then they where? The kid despite that, came at hakura and swung his blade wanting to bring harm as payment for being late. Payment? He guessed the kid would be forgiven for his lack in a common sense of time after all. I mean the kid had some nerve coming here so late and attacking him head on, the kid was something else you could say Which is what brought hakura's blood to a boil. He was going to have some fun here, training this kid. A kid which obviously had some potential , some serious potential which could actually make for a nice addition to the ranks. As things where hakura waited as the blade came forward all those thoughts traveling through his head in a short period of time. The blade inching closer all the while.

Until WHAP , the blade connected with a loud boom. Though it would have met something worlds apart then itself. Holding the blade in check and probably causing the students arm to get some nasty jarring bruises to it. Kind of like going and hitting a rock with your bare hand. It hurt like hell because sometimes the rock is too hard to break. The exact thing was going on here, so as the dust cleared hakura was there. Grinning as the heavy sword still was stopped the tension in it painfully clear. But also it was having no purchase no immediate affect, as hakura had dug his heels into the ground, of course cracking the ground behind him from the dispersion of all the tension. But on him? There would be not even a crack, probably a minor scratch or two. But other then that? There was very little that supported that some thing had actually hit him as hard as that sword had been going. So it had been shrugged off and responded too in kind. as hakura grinned like some many faced demon, her eyes gleaming with some kind of resolve.

"Your Late Runt"

Hakura said his fist jerking out, instantly or with very little room to dodge. If it hit the foe in the stomach? Well they would find themselves spinning flipping and bulleting backwards. Going through rock and earth like it was all just some weak kind of substance waiting to be caressed by the monster strength that lurked under hakura's muscles. In short it caused the ground above to explode in many area's the momentum being dispersed that way, so if it hit? The student would have been sent through a quarter mile of the ground causing crater's and minor sand spurts on the ground above. But after that? They would eventually be stopped, as hakura himself waited. Of course waiting to see if the student could get up after that. If not? Then he was not worth training anyways. But if they got up? Well if they did hakura was going to have some serious fun beating this little runt into shape, because it would be truly worth it.


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Carter's roll stopped as he landed on his ass right between the two men, the first man grabbing the sword that was rushing at him as if it were nothing. The ground behind him shattering from the release of the pressure. He gulped realizing that he was int he worn area. Shaking his head he watched at the one man with the sword dodge the punch and moved backward. Letting off a cero after his taunt.

It was now clear he was in some personal training that he had no business being in what-so-ever. The one man being a vizard, the other who had stopped the sword being unknown. He slipped out of the way of the incoming cero and landed face first in a pile of sandy dirt. His words muffled, all for the better for he was cursing.

Carter pulled himself free to stand, his right hand rubbing the back of his head, "So what have I walked into?" he loudly asked the two hoping this was just simple training and not a blood thirsty battle, he wanted to live to see tomorrow and if this fight was or real he'd be caught in the cross fire with no where to run any time soon.

Hakura just grinned as he got farther away and saw the don of a mask. It was unmistakable the posture and the speed. They both where something to truly behold and in all honesty he was impressed, slightly impressed. For this meant that he could actually begin to warm up, despite all the differences in power and speed. There was difference within the powers which was painfully obvious, even if not so much at the moment, it soon well you could say that soon it would become apparent as he was going to beat the living shit into this student, and make sure that they knew the difference between hell and true hell. More then this, his job was to make sure they got stronger, strong enough to hold their own. That was the main purpose of this exercise and if he held back ,well then what would be the purpose of him actually training anyone? You do not hold back when you are trying to make another person stronger, no you go full blast and see how they handle it how they actually put up with it .


So now hakura skipped shikai and donned his mask oh yes he was going to cause some pure shit to happen. So as the mask was donned energy spiked contained but still oppressive. The wind began blowing back, as the sky was shimmering with the pure energy that was here. The ground shook slightly as he now slowly raised hand. The ground and the skys seemed to hold their breath, the world seemed to be put on a stand still as now he brought his hand down, and his bankai reared its head, coming into existence. From there it seemed to shake the ground itself seemed to be waking up as if something terrible had actually just awoke from its eternal slumber. Something which was going to erase everything from this world turning everything to shit, but that would have been a good analogy for what was just about to happen, for the very reason of his hand seemed to glow hissing and crackling, as something extremely small formed condensing more and more , as it hissed and crackled the air humming with its horrid power.

More then this, the energy seemed to be spinning, slowly but surely it was spinning rearing its ugly head, there was no other real way to explain it, as slowly he tightening his hand the air was shimmering as now slowly he looked up his eyes holding the resolve of a hollow, the movement of a hollow. And more then that the roar of a hollow, as he grinned slowly beneath his mask which was of madness, his whole demeanor shifting into something savage something unkempt and untamed, as slowly muscles where tensing coiling up as if they where going to spring at any moment. For that reason slowly as the muscles where ravaging within eachother the energy in the cero that was being made was changing oh yes it seemed the structure of it was tightening more and more. For some reason it seemed to be worlds different from that of a regular cero, as he was grinning yeah he was crouching as the cero itself was howling as if it was just waiting to be releasing into the thrall of what was training.

"You call me slow, you think you know me? You think you can call your teacher something so reviled so insulting? You brat you think you honestly can talk down to me, with your pretentious pride and egotistical demeanor? If you do not know the gap in our powers lets let it become painfully apparent here and now. You are nothing but a little gnat which is buzzing in the bears ear, the prey which is under the influence of the predator, you do not know me , no I am worlds different then you. If you do not understand what I am saying let me show you and make it painfully obvious, should I? I think it would be easier then actually trying to show you what you need to learn, this is training you are pushed till you break to death, and then some. It is the place which you prove your metal, if you do not survive I will no bury you I will break your body and toss it aside. There is no place for someone who cannot deal with the way the world works, the way everything has come to be.

If you are not alive, then I will leave you here, if you survive you will be stronger still because of it. Only through survival will you live to see another day, there is no other way to say it. I am not your friend nor your brother, nor your mother or father. Nor some little babysitter who coddles you and helps you up when you fall down. No I am the hell in your life, the person that will pound you so far into the dirt that you will be in hell and back again before im done with you. If you think I am going to let you live easily you are wrong, you must earn the right to be alive. I Am not here to waste my time, you will earn your rights you will earn your respect and more importantly you will earn your right to become stronger, no if but or when or why or oh daddy I broke my neck. Hell no, you will be here until I am satisfied and the fact that you do not understand I am going to break you? It makes me wonder if you will be alive after this in the first place. If not, as I said I have no sympathy.

You came here because you wanted to become stronger am I not? You wanted to learn what it means to truly go through hell. You wanted to become stronger because of it, I think that is why you are here not to cry or whine not to think that you are something that is going to become stronger from sitting your ass down and reading books. If you think so you will die here, if you tarry you will die, if you hesitate you will die. If you second guess yourself you will die, think you die, run you die, stand you die, cry you die. Bitch you die, work to escape you die, be afraid you die, you do not stop, you do not hesitate. You do not second guess yourself, you do not worry about being cut, you do not worry of death, you do not think you can't do it. You will be beat and battered, you will be cut and bruised, if you stop at the realm of pain you will be killed. IF YOU stop you will be killed, there is no mercy in the real thrall of battle. There is no sympathy in the real thrall of battle.

There is no do overs this is your life here and now. It is your life your one and only chance at life. So there will be no wasting it, you will either succeed or die the hell trying. I think you should get the point by now, so I hope you know , this is your only warning. DO not stop or tarry fight as if your life is forfeit only then will you find your true inner strength. HERE I COME!"

With that the ground bucked as with a crack he slowly was standing up, as if a great weight was in his hand, he was grinning as the ground was cracking below him. As he blurred he was gone moving side to side, it seemed as if he was glitching in and out of being, as he seemed to with cracks of sound be moving from one spot to the other using a enhanced means of transportation. Also with he strength he was slowly increasing and enhancing that speed, as he now was moving below the foe, with a flash he was gone faiding, it was like he was a phantom in flight. Slowly with a loud bang he was above the foe, it was not distanced in which this was enhanced no, by now it would become aware that it was speed and lack of time between them that made this so formidable, as his hand was raised the energy flaring, it was a glow and a cry of raw unkempt energy which was bubbling fourth to the surface without rage or abandon. It was riveting and captivating but deadly at the same time.

It was as if things where moving in slow motion though with the kinetic force present the speed that had been reached, he one more vanished yes he did, he was going to show this idiot pure hell. A hell of battle that was few and far between. It was then he seemed to switch to the normal mode of transportation with distance he had appeared in several movements 10,000 feet up. From there he seemed to rotate, flipping then with a boom, using a small step of his enhanced means of movement to speed him up, well? In short he shot down like a fucking rocket, spiraling through the air kinetic force ripping behind and around him. His skin naturally increasing speed velocity and resistance it was devastating, as all the residue tension and energy was present, his body was literally surrounded by a glow of heat and intense inertia which had been gathered from the movements. that had been previously.

This all was enhanced further as he once more used his enhanced step, blasting in at a insane speed which honestly was going to be hard to deal with in the first place. More then this though what happened next was devastating in its own regard, as the cero which had been there this whole time? Well it was spinning with the increased inertia and speed velocity and kinetic energy? Well it was with all these things and more importantly as he came in hot, his hand was not only vibrating but it was a soup of raw power. Power I may add that was then fired from the palm mere inches from the ground, but from the spurts of speed, what happened was devastating in its own regard, why you may wonder?

Well the cero that was fired dragged the air and force behind it, and for this reason the second it smashed into the ground it was devastating as first what happened was the cracks from the inertia of his palm smashing into the ground, which shattered 1.5 miles with ease, causing it to explode with raw inertia but it was not done. He pressed and fired as the cero shot in , it was rather devastating. As the ground actually had then imploded the distance tripling, due to the force and the intense drag presented from the cero itself, as it shot downwards, it increased tension on the rocks, the force itself gluing the cracks together as a rush of air was pulled through each fracture that was in that radius. Sand was being pulled inwards and the area surrounding was in a upheaval but this is when the next happened.

The pressure in the cero's wake was intense due to its velocity and size, but when it blew up finally all that pressure and suction was released, causing a elastic rebound affect. That of course caused something truly devastating as all the intertia force and the negative pressure in that radius was exploded upwards, causing a upwards spout eruption of sand which utterly decimated that whole 4.5 mile radius sending the chunks of rock upwards at a speed which generated steam and heat before it exploded outwards using the left over inertia to cause a explosion within the first, generating enough force to cause the sands to bank up in the surrounding landscape rupturing outwards and increasing in the force that it had. It quite honestly caused a eruption that was insane but it wasn't over yet


As now the smash itself had caused the rocks to begin spewing upwards. So had he as he was spinning, remembering the images of his own training gaining strength from them. The force had caused even him to begin smashing through rocks the boulder like rocks which had been show up straight from the hell that was being unleashed. It took him back to his memories of his training, how painful it had been it brought him back to one of the harder times what brought him to his knee's what broke him. He remembered how he had gone through this hell. His body how it had humbled and brought him to understand what he could do . How he had learned his blood and his hearts beats where numbered, how eventually he would die, he would die creating something stronger then him. Every breath every step every conversation ever moment. Blink, love, hate, every touch was numbered, eventually he would die, he knew it. He learned it long ago in those battles that had brought him to his tears had turned his body into rivers of blood, to bring himself to his knee's. He knew the insanity of battle there was nothing else, but the way of battle, he learned it. It was beaten into the depths of his soul, no matter how much he tried to escape. Eventually he had accepted it, the pain the sorrow the hell of his life, what it meant to truly stand alone, he was alone, he had to fight.

He long ago made the vow he would create with his own hands a tool of destruction in which the world would eventually learn of the hell of battle. What brought things to end what ripped families apart what brought hell to earth, and what made you cry, scream, run ,hide, die, live , love, hate. It is the way the world works behind the scene he would break the fear of death, in a time of dying you do not tarry you do not stop. you keep going. Following your path to the end, his path was going to train and develop the monster within, bring out the best in others. Teach them what is battle and what is death, what it is to love, and to hate. What it means to live by their own laws, to live by the word, and serve under honor to your dying breath. That this world is not what it seems, that hell is nothing compared to the interactions of humanity and people with one another. That we are the devils, the hell resides within each of us. Cultivated by each of us, brought into existence by us all.

Which is why as he blinked smashing head first through another boulder, higher and higher spinning like a top, he slowly opened his eyes, the will that was in his heart. Supreme without worldly ties it was his resolve that brought him right, he flipped and slowly his hair covering his eyes, his fist was coming around. It was coming speeding, raging and untamed, smashing straight into the boulder. Sending it bullet training down towards the now destroyed ground, which was uneven a crater and he was slowly grinning as he showed his canines the energy in his body not being used fully but slowly his blood was coming to a boil, he was not holding anything back, slowly he was flipping higher and higher, into the clouds he was out of control, but he grabbed a boulder flipping past him slowly. His lips where moving and murmuring what was the creed that kept him alive , even through all the stupid shit he was notorious for doing, no matter the outcome they strove him on.

"Do not stop, or you die, tarry you die.. and give in you die!"

From there he put his feet on the boulder kicking off, sending himself down as his eyes slid into another time, he saw his own training and what was occurring now, he was slowly bringing his foot down, hard right then hard left. smashing into two rocks, sending them down with booms, as his descent was occurring, he was slowly coming down, flipping his fingers jamming into two rocks, as he using his muscles, roared throwing them down, both booming before crashing into the ground like meteorites cause more cratering, as dust and sand debri was exploding upwards obscuring everything, as he had smashed into another rock bringing it down his body moving like the blur it was, faster and faster before smashing into the ground, causing a explosion and shattering of rock ,as he was pounded further and further into the ground, slowly his body stopped hitting the harder rock , while he was looking up into the sky from the hole so deep down.

His voice could be heard even in this hellish state, the words on his lips where not mocking as before but instead held a kind of honesty that was brought forward by the truth of what the world was hiding in his own ideals. Each word holding a odd impact to them ,being the truth and not the throes of deceit it was the honesty that probably made it so real so actually down to earth, his voice itself wavered with the truth but remained with its hard edge which was there for so long. This was the last warning in his mind, the last real thing that would be said in this fight, it was these words which echoed ominously through the debri throughout the sadness yes they rang all the same. Keeping there tone, their integrity and more importantly retaining the honesty that was there for so long, it held the ideals of the person. And the charisma that hid under that hard and rocky exterior, in short it was how things where, really how it was supposed to be first of all, .

"You want to learn, then in my stead become the weapon, become the one that shapes this world. You will not get far with your pretty emotions and aspirations, accept the fate you are given, You are broken to be fixed, to be brought up ,to be healed and made whole again. Do you understand what it means to truly be a warrior, through thick and thin? Do you understand what it means to be honest and live to your last breath, do you understand in our line of work your heart beats are numbered. They will eventually come to the end. You follow your path to the end without question without stop, there is not you and your need to survive, it is the survival of your honor and the ones that you are walking this path for. You will not get far if you are serving yourself, you walk alone, but walk for those you do not want to loose. So with this, I will tell you once more, if you stop you will die, there is no place for the doubt that lays dormant in our hearts. You must outcast it, ignore and shun it.

Without dark there is no light, without honor there is not duty. It is the place of mind, it is in your heart, you must accept your fate you are a weapon I am one too, we are here tools that make the world work. You worry about hell, worry instead about what lays in your heart of hearts what is in your mind. What your aspirations are, if you think you will survive on mere thoughts and reasons, you are wrong, what makes the warrior is more then this. It is in your soul it is something that if you have it it will never change, no matter how much you may want it to. It will keep you going, to your dying day, to when ever you find you can go no more, it is the honor of dying for the right reason and cause. For what you believe to be right, without this we are nothing but lost within the hell that is this world. Sin and deception make no matter, if you have your ideals and your mind in the right place, you know when you die , you follow it no matter what, you fight the odds, and get as far as you can.

You set it up for the next person, you live by the code. It is your successor which will pick up the slack which will actually bring this world into the new era to the next stage of the plan. A tool that breaks is of no use to anyone, you must be ready to take the burden and all it stands for, You must be ready to protect the torch, waiting until the next one takes it, you die when they are finally here. You live till your breath with them numbered with your life a eventual demise. You live knowing eventually you will die, you follow and die, you hold that death. You walk with it happily knowing your purpose is done and not in vain. You follow your heart for without it you would be lost in the deception of lies and misery, it is from this you get true power, true determination and will. You do not question your birth and the reason you are here all the same you continue to be here, you serve that purpose what ever it may actually be. You serve it with a endless lust to finish.-"

Now he slowly had brought his hissing hand up the steam rising from it real, bringing it into the wall, of the hole, collapsing it as he with a hard thrust went through the ground smashing up from the depths, he was flipping now to land on the ground, covered in dirt grime, and specks of ash. He looked like he had been drug from the depths of hell, though for the real honest scheme of things he might as well have been for what he had just done. It was that which kept him going, his mask was there his body was there he had the purpose of training this one, to make him stronger strong enough to hold the burden. It was the training that would make sure that when his breath ended when his own heart stopped another would carry on the torch to keep things running, it was this mind set which gave him strength. It keep him going despite what he had just done, and the severity of it, he was still moving still kicking. It was going to be hard but it was life and reality and it was what was going to happen.

Now he slowly stood up as the light shone on his body sending an odd glow as he finished his sentence.. finished it cracking his knuckles.

"To finish what was started"

(ooc I don't even know what I just read)