「八」Zanjutsu Dojo V2.0

[Katsuya]

~*Welcome to the Zanjutsu Dojo*~



This particular Dojo is where you increase your skills wielding your Zanpakutou. Such as developing attacks, tactical ways of combining several attacks, or just training. This area has multiple floors so each and everyone will be able to deeply concentrate. And having multiple floors also means, having different areas to practice.

Recruits -

As a recruit of the 8th Division, you all wonder do you really have a zanpakuto? The answer, is no. As a shinigami recruit, you are given a shallow forged katana. Over time, through training, the exertion of your reiatsu, personality, and constant interaction, this "soul-less" blade transforms into a zanpakuto. Once it becomes a zanpakuto, it will reveal its own personality and its abilities. - Kuchiki Raijin

Seated Officers (Shikai) -

You are allowed to progress yourself here as well, it is strongly recommended that you train by yourself, but as well you can have someone train with you. Though being restricted to use any techniques/skills/attacks of the Zanpakutou, as the dojo won't be able to take the damage. Meaning you can practice with a fellow 8th Division member in Shikai, but only using the blade itself.

Seated Officers (Bankai) -

If you're looking for self RP Bankai training, this is one of the best places to train Bankai.. For this type of training, it is prohibited to have someone battle against you other than yourself. Though you may have someone with you to help guide you.

Basement 2 (Bankai)
This room is strictly prohibited for rankings of 5th Seat and above. It was designed with a technological setup, for whomever may want to use this area for training would be able to set it up to the way they may want it without destroying the place.

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Basement 1 (Meditation Shikai/Bankai)
Purposely created under ground level to concentrate on communicating and interacting with your zanpakutou, to avoid reiatsu disturbances from around the area as well.

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Ground Floor
This area is mostly used for recruits or members who have yet to obtain Shikai. It has a meditation area, a couple swords (Katanas or Wakizashis) to experience with, a wide area to practice swings, and as well as a rest area.

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Mid Floors
These floors are the areas where you could train your Shikai with a friend, more on the way of going blade to blade, coordinating both your swings, the time, strength and angle of your swings. In this area, if you may want, a group of modified Gigai's will be set up for you if needed. (Though no need to ask permission for such.)

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The last floor
This very top floor, is for resting during training. As training can get very tiring. A shinigami should be able to rest in between times. Oh and there's BACON AND BEEF hidden in the room.

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[Dio666]

*Dio walks into the new building and looks around amazed*

wow Katsu did a great job designing the place, maybe ill have to get him to design my mansion one day xD

*he checks the floor guide and selects the appropriate floor to train with his bankai*
Ahh basement two it is then

*he wanders down to the 2nd basement and looks at the setup*

hmmm ok so how do i change the settings to make it into a large open wasteland?

* a voice echoes around him*

welcome to the Zanjutsu Dojo v2.0 Dio please choose the type of environment you wish to train in by announcing it aloud

uhhh ok.... Barren wasteland... please

Barren wasteland selected, please wait

The room around Dio shifts. The walls disappear and the floor morphs into a dry and cracked plain with a few patches of tough grass. a few dead trees erupt from the ground to spot the horizon. Dio draws his Zanpakutou and starts to focus his reiatsu*

barren wasteland Loaded. Do you require a sparring partner?

*caught off guard he lets his reiatsu subside a little before deciding*

Yes please, that would be great..

AI oponent uploaded to suit your battle skills

*as the voice echoes a figure materialises in front of Dio, at first glance it appeared to be another shinigami but upon closer inspection Dio realises the computer has generated a silhouette version of himself*
This should Prove interesting

*Dio's Reaitsu Climbs as he focuses it and charges the Ai version of himself*

AI battle protocol activated, Training battle commenced

*the Silhouette Rushes towards Dio and Attcks with a shocking ferocity mixing in combinations of attacks with stunning speed. managing to block each of the attacks with ease, Dio starts to launch a counter offensive but finds the Silhouette him also defending quite easily. realising this was going to be rather back and forth unless one of them released Dio unleashes a savage slash that makes the silhouette jump back*

Bun all with the claw... Nenshou Kurohyou!

*his blade ignites at the tip and the phantom blades appear briefly, as the sword is enveloped in fire he points it at the AI Dio and grins*

Mega Flare!

*a large fireball Erupts from his Blade after a second of charging up and speeds towards the enemy. The AI just stabds there raises its arm and in a hollow and emotionless voice it faintly calls out*

Bankai

*The Silhouette is engulfed in flames , which the fireball crashes against ineffectively the flames disperse and the Silhouette Dio is standing in an armour of fire with the panther motif emblazoned in the center, holding the redhot burning blade. it advances slowly then suddenly shunpos behind Dio aiming a slash at his Back. wide eyed at the silhouette replicating his bankai Dio Barely blocks and is forced back from the force of the attack a few meters. realising that he will have to be on even ground with the AI else he would get messed up he sighs*
didn't wanna have to go that far this quickly....
BANKAI!

*the flames erupt from his blade and wrap him in a cocoon of fire which quickly disperse to reveal his own reslendant armour of fire with the Panther motiff emblazoned in the center and holding the burning blade.*

alright lets give this a crack eh?

*he leaps forward to deliver a punishing backhanded blow but is met halfway from his AI counterpart with its own attack. Dioparries and ripostes trying to get under its guard. It manages to recover in time to deflect Dio's attack and reply with a volley of thrusts which Dio barely dodges in time due to the weight of the fire armour*

tch... this is not that effective for higher speed combat...

Speed form!

*Clutching his zanpakutou with both hands his armor disperses and gives him panther-feet like boots instead the blade disappears and forms claws over his hands instead. feeling the speed increase he grins, he lashes out with his claws upwards and connects with a satisfying feeling of the claw cutting into the exposed flesh of his upper thigh. the AI tries to counter attack but Dio is already around him to deliver a swift and powerful round house kick to its back*

OOC: To be continued...

[Dreagon]

Dreagon entered the tower, after having been referred to it for personal training. Though all the material seemed new, the place had an ancient feel about it. It felt spiritual.

Instead of a Shihakushou, he wore a casual white kimono loosely. Underneath his torso was wrapped up in bandages.
He had just been fully recovered from his sparring session against Dio, which had left him with bruises all over the place but most of all broken ribs which had punctured his side. The spar had been an eye-opener for Dreagon. Many things had fellt off in it. Many things that Dreagon had to sort out.

“My my”, Dreagon heaved with a sigh. “This place will surely get the training going. I wonder why it is so deserted.”
He tapped his sheathed sword onto his shoulder and let it there to rest. Leaning his head against it, he softly whispered. “We are gonna have to talk a lil’... ‘kay?~<3”
Slowly he pushed open the heavy doors of the tower, and made his entrance.

The Ground floor would have to do for now. Dreagon walked around, observing the place. He reached the middle of the room, and in a quick spin he dropped to the floor, ending up in a solemn position with his legs folded under him. Smoothly he pulled his sword forward, out of the sheath, and placed the blade and the sheath together on his lap. He closed his eyes and exhaled in a long deep breath.

A long silence takes place, as Dreagon stabilizes his breathing and reflects inward on what had happened during the spar. There were times where he had felt completely useless and times where he was completely taken in by... something. He knew there had to be something to it.
He was aware of his memory loss. He had read the files about him, seen the places he had been. Something was missing however. Something that had been preventing him from returning to his old –unknown- self.
It was all just too confusing, his head started rattling. Quickly trying to regain control, He took a deep breath.
He breathed out.
....
The sound of a long exhale was heard from Dreagon, but suddenly surrounded Dreagon completely.

In shock, he opened his eyes.
He wasn’t in the Tower anymore, as a thick white fog covered his surroundings. There was nothing to be seen and nothing to be heard except his own breath withering away in the distance.
Dreagon stood up, and just too late remembered his sword was on his lap. In a reflex he attempted to grab down for it but it wasn’t there. Instead, Dreagon was stuck looking at the surface he was standing on.
It was like a water, reflecting his surroundings, everything, perfectly. Except himself. Dreagon found himself unable to move, as he started at his own faceless reflection.
It had every feature of how he should look like, but where his nose, mouth, eyes and everything with that should be was just an evened out layer of skin, following the curves of the skull underneath it.

-Found you-

It echoed throughout the entire surroundings, and Dreagon was able to move again. Quickly he broke away from the reflection’s stare and looked around to see where the sound came from.
Not finding a source, he looked back down again. The reflection was still in the same position it was just a moment ago, staring up at Dreagon. A shiver went down Dreagon’s spine.

A crack appeared on the reflection’s face, in shape of a grin. Before Dreagon could react, a flash of shining grey bursted out of the surface beneath him. A shining metal claw grabbed Dreagon’s head and pulled it face-forward down into the surface he was just standing on.
With a large splash, he was extracted from the clear white fogged dimension that represented his pre-conscious mind, pulled deep deep into his subconscious.

-OOC: To Be Continued-

[Dreagon]

Meanwhile, back at the temple, Dreagon had fallen backwards onto the ground. His limbs clumsily placed, and his entire body motionless, it looked like life itself had departed from him.

Dreagon found himself terrified. His eyes were open, yet he couldn’t see. All his sense were telling there was danger.
With a large thud he hit dry ground.
He could finally see again, but now his vision was blocked by a large cloud of red dust. Coughing, Dreagon got up and dusted off his clothes. The dust started to clear.

There he was, standing in an endless canyon made out of red rocks and sand. A crimson moon stands right above in the sky, which seems to bleed over the sky. A crimson moon stands right above in the sky, which seems to bleed over the pitch-black sky.
The dust blew over the barren landscape, revealing thousands and thousands of swords in all shapes and sizes, stabbed into the ground.

A soft slow stepping noise was heard behind Dreagon, and he turned around frantically. He grabbed for one of the hilts of the swords around him and grasped on tightly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”, a creeping voice sounded with a metallic ring in it.

The familliar voice just creeped Dreagon out more, however and he yanked the sword out of the ground, pointing it at the creature.
The whole area suddenly started to rumble and out of the hole the sword had left in the ground, a violent surge of blood spew up.

“Gah, idiot. Put that thing back!”
A metallic stretched out arm snatched the hilt out of Dreagon’s hand and quickly stabbed the sword back into the hole, and the world around them stopped shaking. Maybe it was just Dreagon, but it seemed like the ground heaved out a relieved sigh once the sword was put into place. The shock of this all had made Dreagon stumble back upon his feet and fall down.
The metallic creature cracked a grin at Dreagon, as it wiped up a bit of blood on it’s head. It was standing on the pommel of 1 sword, remaining in perfect balance and the sword kept perfectly still.
“’Ello, partner”

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Recognizing the voice, Dreagon realized this must be the source of that voice in his head that he has been associating with his zanpakutou all this time. He would have never expected something this brutal though.
“Seriously now? Nothing this brutal?”, the creature replied to Dreagon’s thoughts.
Dreagon’s eyes widened in shock.
“Yea yea, O MY GAWD he can read my mind!!!!!”, the creature added sarcasticly as he waved it’s hand in the air to dismiss the comment. “Ya already did that whole shabang when we first met. We share the same body, dipshit!”

“And before ya say anything, yep. We really did meet before”, it echoed without a mouth as it lightly hopped over from one sword’s pommel to the other, not touching the ground.

“What is all this?” Dreagon spoke hesistantly.
The creature seemed pleased with the question. It threw it’s arms up and spun around on the pommel of a rapier, which wouldn’t budge under it’s weight either.
“This!”, it’s voice sounded with delight. “Is a lil’ thing I like ta call... home”
“’Tis the world that resides within yer subconsciousness, and I..”, it says with a bow. “am the soul that was born here”.

“Do you have a name”, Dreagon asked raising his eyebrow. He hoped things would go as easy like this so he could leave this bizarre place.
“Yah I do.”, The creature said with it’s cracked smile. “It’s Ky-“ a large metallic ring sounded through in the creatures voice, as it pronounced it’s name.
“But ya won’t be able to hear it, ‘till we solve this lil’ problem of ours, partner”, it said as it bent over, towards Dreagon, neatly folding it’s hands behind it’s back.

“Problem?”, Dreagon said, a tad annoyed by the ring just now. He got a bit more confident and started to crawl back up.
“Aye, partner”, The creature said with a fake accent. “A big problem.”

“You”, it said as it’s arm stretched and knocked Dreagon on the fore-head. “Have lost yer identity”
“My identity?”, Dreagon asks... He remembers the reflection just moments ago, where he’d found himself faceless.
“Yep”, the creature said satisfied by Dreagon’s quick thinking. “Since about half a year ago. Ya lost everything in this pretty lil’ head of ya. Memories, yer identity and most of all.... yer power.”
“Power?”, Dreagon asked dumbfounded. In his records he had found his records. Once he had been a 4th seat of the 11th division and was known to hold immense strength in battle. Sidenotes on his files stated that some people said he was as strong as a Vice-Captain, when it came to real action battle.
“Aye... power....”, The creature said in a mourning tone. “Ya already have most of yer memories back”, it said as out of nowhere, flashes from Dreagon’s past flashed across the pitch-black sky. “But these are just plain images that haunt ya braincells. Ya have lost what they meant to ya and how they defined what ya were.”
“Ya were a bloodlovin’ maniac on the battlefield. Ya were an unstoppable force that could only be coped with by turning tail and running away. Ya've had countless of battles, each ending bloodier than the other, all for fun.”

“And I.... am gonna make you remember all that.”, It said with an ominous tone as it’s arm seemed to grow into a blade.
It chuckled. “This will hurt a bit, ‘kay?~<3”

-OOC: To Be Continued-

[Dreagon]

Meanwhile~, back at the temple. Dreagon’s leg begun to twitch, and his face had a pained expression on it. The dust of the temple was slowly covering him, and woodland creatures that entered through the door he had let open started crawling over him, observing him, as he laid there silent once more.

“Make me remember it all?”, Dreagon asked, realizing too late that he better shouldn’t have.
“Aye”, the creature said, crooking it’s grin.
Without warning, the bladed arm suddenly found itself flying in Dreagons direction. Clumsily Dreagon moved out of the way in the nick of time, and the blade crashed into the ground in an explosion of red dust.

Making his way around the swords, as the dust impaired his vision, Dreagon tried to get away. Something inside him was telling him to stand still and get hit, but he would be crazy if he did that.
He yelled back:
“What are you do-“”Shhhh, no time for chitchat~”, but the voice interrupted Dreagon. Dreagon quickly looked infront, only to find the faceless metallic head ‘staring’ at him. Quickly he staggered back, not paying attention to the whirring noise surrounding him. He screamed out in pain as something tore through the flesh on his back in a straight line.
As he arched his back away from what had cut him, a white flash appeared infront of his eyes. He could almost see something in it, but as fast as it came the flash dissappeared again.

Dreagon shook his head, trying to get what just had happened. He a warm wet feeling creep down his back, and shivered at the sensation... Suddenly he realized, the pain and the wound were gone.
Before he even had the time to be astounded by that, he felt something coming. He jumped up in the air, with more power than he ever had. He saw a flash of metal pass underneath him.
In mid-air, Dreagon was stunned by his own force in the jump. That he was able to feel that coming.
“What the hell is going on?”

“Ya’ll see soon enough, partner”, the metallic voice rang as the dust cleared. The creature was spinning around right infront of Dreagon, until suddenly if crouched. Dreagon felt the danger radiating off the creature, but in mid-air he knew he couldn’t do anything. He pulled in his arms and legs, trying to form a sort of defence but it was already too late. A devastating feeling pierced the front of his left side, through his stomach and went back out the right side. A nauseating feeling told Dreagon that the thing that was piercing him, spun around rapidly in his insides, tearing the place apart.

Another flash before Dreagons eyes. He saw himself, crouching in a bloodcovered meadow, and a young girl about his age right behind him in the air, held there by a long spinning screw that Dreagon had shot through his clothes. The him in the vision was grinning wickedly, as the girl fell to the ground. He stood up and the screw retracted, forming back into his sword. He flourished his blade, throwing off the blood and walked over to the girl.
Dreagon was pulled back out of the vision, and found himself laying on the barren grounds with his eyes wide open. A surge of adrenaline was racing through his bloodsystem, as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. His head felt light, as if a fog inside was clearing up.
Wondering what the hell that just was, he slowly got up.

He dusted off his clothes and pulled it all straight. His sides were wet with blood, but there was no wound anywhere. O wait... there was one.
Dreagon couldn’t really do anything but just stare at the metal claw that had just entered his chest. He felt it digging inside him with excruciating pains, but there was no air left in him to make a scream. His lungs were filled with blood, and that was all that came out. His eyes turned in his head, as another vision appeared.
This time Dreagon was standing up close to another young man, as they were pinned together by the other’s sword that stabbed them both. The Dreagon in the vision had a strange dark layer around his hands, as his right stabbed the young man’s chest and dug in. Blades whirred around the arm and tore the insides of the man apart.
Dreagon heard his other self say something about a heart being in the palm of his hands, and the young man let out a scream.
“AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh hh!!!!!!!!!”
Dreagon woke up screaming, standing where he was hit just now, covered in blood. The pain in his chest had been replaced with an ice-cold wind, filling his lungs. The Longer the scream lasted, Dreagon’s head began to feel lighter and lighter.
“What are you doing to me!”, he yelled to nowhere.

A slithering noise was heard behind him, and Dreagon turned atound panicked, already poised to run.
“I’m making ya remember. These moves were a few of our key attacks.”, it said with a certain kind of melancholy in it’s voice. “Ya need to remember to get in touch with yerself again.”
“Ya need to get in touch with yerself again for ya to wield me. I was born out of a specific soul. Only that soul will be able to wield me”
“Get ready. This one might be the worst of all.”, It said as it’s voice turned sickening happy. “Let’s pay some respect to all the little recruits ya slaughtered with this technique, shall we?”

It flicked it’s wrist, and an exact replica of Dreagon’s sword formed out of it. It grinned, and readied the blade.
In a mere moment, it suddenly was next to Dreagon. He felt the blade force it’s way into his right side, through his intestines and out on the left side.
Dreagon’s eyes went white again, and he saw himself performing the same stab on 3 other people. He felt the blade in his side being twisted so that the edge ended pointing up, and his counter-images did the same. The people in the visions screamed out in terror, but Dreagon was unable to make a sound. He saw them being torn open as his counter images pulled the sword up and out again, tearing apart almost all their organs. One after another. After the last one fell to the ground, motionless, Dreagon stared right infront of him with his eyes wide open.
“Ya just feel whats comin', don’tcha?”, the metallic voice rang through the visions as the creature faked a pleasant shiver runnning through him.

The blade was tilted up, straight through Dreagon’s right side, and pulled out again with the saw teeth on the blade tearing through his entire body. Dreagon couldn’t even register the pain that was felt anymore.
As the blade exited his body, Dreagon felt his head clearing up completely as if the blade had sucked away the fog in his mind.
He fell to the red barren ground, unconscious.

-OOC: To Be Continued-

[Dreagon]

Meanwhile, Back at the temple. Dreagon’s reiatsu had been steadily starting to go wild, leaking out. It was too insignificant to bother anything however....
All of a sudden, it flared up to unknown heights and lashed around relentlessly. Every animal in the near vicinity scattered as far away from the temple as they could, as the ominous reiatsu threw around within.

Dreagon woke up, covered in his own blood and dirt. He looked around.... still in that godforsaken world. He let out a long sigh, as he slowly got up. It had been a long time since he felt like this. His eyes were as clear as could be now, as the white haze that had been hiding in it for a long time now, had finally been erased
He looked at his hands, with a look as if he were wondering whoes they were. His entire body felt so... light. He jumped up and down a couple of times, threw a few punches in the air, whatever. It all went so easy... And there was such power behind every strike.
Compared to just a second ago, Dreagon felt like an entire different person. He knew something wasn’t right though.
Heaving another sigh, he cracked his neck and rotated his shoulders.
“It seems things have gotten a bit rusty.... maa~n, what was I thinkin’...”.

With a single jump. He landed on the pommel of one of the swords that were placed around him. He threw his arms out, and arched backwards, maintaining his balance on the sword with 1 leg. He returned looking forward again, and saw his Spirit standing there and observing him.
Dreagon let out a nonchalant smile, and snickered.
“I guess you could say I’m back”

The Zanpakutou snickered aswell, as a crack appeared around his head and formed a grin.
“Then the job is done for today”

Before Dreagon knew it, he was launched up in the air by an unknown force. Sucked into the pitch-black sky of his inner world, only to be spit out by the water of his pre-consciousness again.

Opposite to what was before, the fog had been cleared completely leaving an endless white realm to be. Dreagon grinned as he looked around.
He looked down, to the floor and saw his own reflection. Complete this time.
He raised his right foot, and abruptly stomped down onto where the reflections face was. The surface began to rumble, as large craps spread over it till infinite, unevening the whole realm.
“That’s more like it. This place was way too.... neat”, he says with a shiver.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. As the air got sucked into his lungs, he felt himself being pulled forwards, back into reality.
He opened his eyes, to finally see something not mentally-scarring. The first ground of the Zanjutsu Dojo, lit by the sunlight breaking through the door.
The place seemed trashed, floor plates being displaced and all the swords and bokken thrown around.
Dreagon chuckled a bit at the sight.

Slowly he got up and stretched. He was sore all over.
“Darnit, how long have I been lying there?”, he asked himself.
He looked down, and saw his sword lying over there. He smiled gently and picked it up, resheathing it back into it’s sheath.
He walked out of the Dojo, leaving the mess for someone else to clean up.
“Lets go, Kyoufusa”

-OOC: FIN-

[Katsuya]

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Gonna go back in time and acquire my Shikai since I never did and train for it. When Raijin-Taicho was well... Raijin-Taicho...Starting now...

**Was a dark cloudy night, the winds were very strong and the weather was down to it's negative point making any liquids around the area freeze. A cloaked figure was making their way to the dojo with two sayas in his hand with each having a katana sheathed in both. Making their way to the front doors of the Zanjutsu dojo, the person removes their sandals only wearing tabi on his feet. Removes the cloak and it was the newly recruited Kumori Reido, who was wearing a white kimono, customized shinigami uniform that had V cut that ran down his upper abdominal and was as well sleeveless. His navy blue hair had ran down to his mid back, and helping to hold most his bangs back he was wearing a black diamond hairpin. Also had fingerless gloves on as well that had the Kumori insignia embedded on the back hand as he was of the Kumori brethren.**

So this is the place? Seems cozy enough. **Sits down at the meditation area of the room, places his two katanas being sheathed right in front of him and starts to meditate to reach deep within his soul.**

**Wasn't long until he found himself in an area where it was flat and seemed to stretch out reaching a never ending path. He wasn't surprised at all until he had seen a creature slowly come down from above and somehow a bright circular light came rising up, it's appearance was similar to a new born full moon. Showing no caution or being uptight with this being suddenly appearing, he just grins and looks at this creature.**

So it's you... **The being remained silent and just stood there. Reido thought this being was just there and didn't notice him nor heard what he had said. It looked at Reido after a few seconds, and had revealed it's long slender tail. Waves of smoke suddenly started to spew out of the ground below though it only stayed below covering his feet within the smoke. As it slowly formed, the smoke turned out to be a mist.**

You've come... Welcome to your inner world. **The creature hadn't opened it's mouth but words could be heard coming from it. Reido smirked and it seemed he could hear this spirit's voice though it was his first time in this realm that the creature claimed to be his.**

It seems I will need to get acquainted with you and lend me your strength... So why don't we get started? **Though he was only a recruit, he was quite skilled with related reiatsu arts, such as Kido, channeling reiatsu and others.**

Hasty are we? I like that style of yours, but let's see if you are even worthy of holding a simple blade. Seeing those two katanas of yours you seem to be quite well with swordsmanship. **Using it's tail to point at the two sheathed katanas hanging on some type of rope around his left shoulder**

We shall see... **Unsheathes one katana at first**

Let's begin...

**The creature had lunged in straight at Reido using it's tail to attack. Aiming for his midsection, the recruit had responded by blocking the tail with his blade, though the force of the attack had pushed him back a bit.**

**Reido wasn't much known for his swordsmanship as he only had fair skills in such an art. Suddenly the tail of this creature had been pulled back and at a very fast pace it would whip Reido vertically coming from the right. He knew he wouldn't be able to deflect it with his blade so he had just jumped back to avoid such.**

Impressive, being able to dodge at such a speed and time. **Successfully dodging the incoming attack, the creature had no facial expression whatsoever.**

Now can we actually get started? **Holding his katana down by his right side which was in his right hand while speaking with his opponent.**

Very well Reido...

**The scene could be seen as they both were starting to get serious and exchanged many attacks against one another.**

[Katsuya]

**Several hours had passed and from the looks outside it was nearing sunrise. Out in the real world Reido's body was drenched in sweat and could be seen his body was undergoing a deep meditation. Reiatsu could also be slowly felt coming from the two katanas laid in front of him.**

**In the meantime in Reido's inner world, slight wounds were visible through his body as his shihakusho had a few tears. Exchanging swordplay against the creature he had encountered in his inner world, and one could Reido was losing strength. The two crossed weapons one last time in which their weaponry did clash against one another, the creature using it's hardened tail and Reido using both of his katanas.**

Wanna have another go? **Though speaking his part he was heavily breathing while speaking.**

You seem motivated Reido... **The creature had pulled back it's tail, which caused Reido to pull back his blades as well.** Very well, I have acknowledged you as my master...

**The mist on the ground below started to flow up and cover Reido, though as soon as the mist reached head level it suddenly vanished, the wounds on his body have now been healed.**

Believe in me... **Standing still with the creature's back facing Reido it spoke.**

**Reido opening his eyes he was back in the dojo. Seeing the twin katanas laid out in front of him, he smirks as a reaction as he could feel reiatsu coming from them.**

And now it begins... **Closed his eyes and in the next minute he fell back and next thing you know, the man had fallen asleep**

[jackkutcher]

Dave walks into the building with nothing but his clothes on his back and a power that would scare most people. he for someone reason could make mini black holes that would absorb energy and feed it to him. he found that it helped him in many battles when he was alive. but he also knew that being a vampire helped is strength that much more. he walk in to the ground floor.

suddenly he hears a voice that sounds like his little brother. the voice says to chose a sword to fight with i of course have trained many years with a Katana so i can fight just a bought anyone with a katana. I pick up the katana blade and swing it in the air. then the voice says chose difficulty of training.

i yell hardcore bring me your best. then a black figure appears from out of the wall i recognize the face i get freaked out because its me only its completely black except for the eyes which are sky blue. the copy of me charges full speed i dodge his attack with only millio seconds to spare. then i know that i have to bring my best to defend my self. i charge at my copy with a victorious amount of attacks. he block's everyone. then i get mad and my eyes turn a deep blood red his eyes go icy blue. attacking and blocking this guy starts to wear me down. i push and push myself until i feel my body starting to reach its peek. i finaly reach my peek. I feel that bottled up energy inside of me start to crack the bottle then it does the clone stands there as if nothing was happening then i feel his pressure pushing on me also i have to find some way to defeat my self. i decide to take a break for a little because i had learned before i could only withstand that amount of energy for only a brief time. i tell the copy of me that i wont to take a break. the clone disappears. the voice comes back and says good practice you will one day be stronger then you can ever imagine. i sit down with my katana by my side in a small room i put on my ipod and start listing to some liquid metal somehow i managed to bring something with me that would keep me in peace. i fall asleep and have this strangest dream i see my brother and sister siting beside me there talking a bought some strange think called a zanpakto and what possibilities there names could be. i wake up wondering what in the world is a zanpakto. i get up and ask the voice what a zanpakto is. he says that a zanpakto is a sword that a shinigami fight with it has a soul. i then ask if i would be able to wield my own zanpakto. the voice says that you must learn your zanpakto or zanpakto's names. then it hits me my brother and sister died at the same time i did. we somehow managed to find each other i was told when i get to Soul Society that finding your family is almost impossible. they where telling me all the wanted was to be a soul reaper they told me a bought what they did and everything i laughed at the whole idea. one day several months later some strange guy comes into are house and tells me that i have a abnormally highy energy level that they need for a soulreaper i ask if my brother and sister can come with me he says that they do not have a really good energy level. i say unless my sister and brother can come with me then i will not go i will fight you if i have to. then the man says that there is a way but it means that your brother and sister will be part of you. they quickly agree to do it. now i see it i know the names of my zanpaktou's my dreams wear telling me there names i pull out my katana and say awaken devastation and my katana grows considerably longer and i fill like i could take on anyone easily then i say can i get a second katana please then i say awaken inhalation. and another that katana grows and looks exactly like the first one did. then i say can i start my training again. my copy comes out and attacks me again. i seem to be at a standstill again but this time i am much faster i think that i might injoy being a soul reaper now.

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*S entered the Dojo and knew exactly where to head.....Basement # 1 (Meditation Shikai/Bankai). meditation was part of his natural training with his zanpaktou and always had been. as he entered the new dojo, he immediately took the rightmost corner as he entered the door. then, laying his zan in front of him with the hilt to the right, he sat down in seiza and meditated for at least an hour. during this time he fluctuated his reiatsu; from maximum to minimum.....the overall goal being reiatsu manipulation and the ability to completely hide his reiatsu. after at least 2 hours of doing this, he finally heard the voice he had been waiting for.

"so, you've finally come to see me again?
you whelp....and what more could you gain from me?"

*Tenken sounded more stern than usual. S opened his eyes and he was in his inner world. he smiled as he could barely make out Tenken in the darkness.

"thats right....."

*then without a thought S called his Shikai release and attacked Tenken. She promptly responded grabbing the nodachi blade in her own hand.

"and with strength like this you think you can master me?"

"strength of mind, yes...."

*S slashed down through Tenken's hand cutting her as he did so and then took a defensive stance against Tenken, for he knew the fallout from that would not be subtle. She licked the wound in her left hand.

"impressive you had the fortitude and concentration to actually slice me.
i had almost given up on you."

*at the same moment in Tenken's hand was the same nodachi as she called out for her third Shikai attack as she laughingly said:

"no sense in weilding it if you dont know what it feels like.....right?"

*a huge black dragon ripped through S and he dropped to his knees feeling weak as well as bleeding from many cuts all over his body. struggling, and leaning on his nodachi he stood back up as he saw the Kokuryuuha return to Tenken.

"no.....problem......"

*he then collapsed forward unconscious. when he woke up he was still in seiza but felt incredibly weakened. he slid his zan into the sash at his left hip and then bowing, left the dojo.