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arrow Hikari

Hikari was pretty certain that Haro should have known what Munashii meant, as well as surikesu. With a tilt her her head, her neck rolls on her shoulders until she's facing the sky with a finger curiously placed on her chin. "Munashii means Void, the absence of all, the beginning and end of time and space. Surikesu means to erase." Her explanation is devoid of any real emotion. She's explaining it just as it is. The twins she's seen within Munashii seem to represent time and space pretty well, bringing it all to the true void.

Hikari also remembers the first attack she's learned. As if from nothing, she can slash something at a great distance. The effect isn't half bad either, being able to reduce a foe's attacking or dodging capabilities long enough for her to deliver a terrifying round of attacks. That one burned reiatsu. Her primary attack is one which nobody really expects, and it's hard to explain it as anything more that 'collecting' attacks and using them as invisible swords. After a moment of thought, she returns her attention to Haro. "I call the Munashii twins by asking them surikesu." Hikari's all smiles at this, and there's a slight sing-song to her voice.




arrow Saigo

Saigo isn't exactly sure what to do as she sits inside the medical ward. She knows the taichou of the Seireitei won't want to leave her unattended, but she didn't have anywhere to go, let alone wanted to go. She never wants to see Jigoku again, and she's certain she was never meant to go there anyway. As she stares at her kunai zanpakutou, she wonders just why that man taught her about this and fighting. Why did he make her a Jigoku Shinigami and attack the Seireitie Shinigami? She shakes her head, not knowing what to really think. She didn't even want to think what would have happened in that horrible place if she didn't suddenly have working legs again or been able to form a zanpakutou. There were some hardened criminals there...

arrow Hikari

Hikari still found it strange that Haro had to ask her about what Munashii and surikesu meant. She hadn't the foggiest that any other language besides Japanese existed. Being a child, she'd always assumed they were all speaking the same language. She hadn't even realized they were all from different times and places. She, herself, was from a period before foreigners were allowed into Japan, and it was an era where only the rich could afford family names. It wasn't that she was stupid. She was ignorant of anything beyond the boundaries of when she was living.

Even as Haro ran off, not mentioning the strange language his zanpakutou spoke to him in, Hikari merely raised her hand to wave him farewell. "Hai! See you later, Sukonku-baka!" Though her nickname for him seemed lacking in affection, the child had anything but malice in it. It was just a nickname she picked for him based on their...unique introduction. Not one to rest on her laurels, the child shinigami immediately picked up Munashii and made her way to the library. Though it was certain that nobody was within those halls, she wanted to study. She'd only learned a few, basic kidou. She wanted more, and she also knew the walls of the library absorbed reiatsu. With this in mind, Hikari's certainty that she could practice even her shikai grew.




arrow Saigo

Though lacking in confidence, Saigo finally decided to strech her legs. Even as she carefully took to the balls of her feet, careful not to test too much of her weight through her normal center of gravity, she could feel the pain at her side and winced. She furrowed her brow as she began resting more fully on her feet. The pain was no longer unbearable, but it spoke to the danger she had been placed in. She knew of Aikou's ferocity, but she didn't really expect him to abandon his own troops like that. She was fairly certain he'd want to keep her alive at least a bit longer.

With a heavy sigh, Saigo really didn't want to rest in that thought for too long. With careful placement, her kunai becomes obscurred from view. It wasn't that she thought her life was in danger. It was habit, and the kunai zanpakutou lent itself best to hiding behind that sky-blue sash. She quickly made her way to the passage leading to the outside world, but she knew better than to take a step outside. She peaks around the corner, but she doesn't move. She watched a little girl run off towards a destination she couldn't fathom. She watched others in relaxation or meditation. Without closer inspection, she wouldn't be able to tell.

Kaosu stretched, standing up and walking away. He figured the lull that had broken into the small group had gone on long enough. Walking to the center, he scanned the crowd still mulling outside, trying to find a familiar face.

He looked at Medixia, and smiled, obviously ready to mull herself in a book. He didn't like books that much. Hands-on beat out words anyday.

He was about to look further when a vibrant blue caught his eye. He blinked, remembering the strange girl in the red shihakusho. Walking over, he caught pace with the girl.

"Are you in a different class than me?" Kaosu asked, finally catching up with her. "I haven't seen you around until today."

::Medixia thanks her memory. Having chosen a medical profession, it's important to have a good memory. She flips through the pages she's already reviewed, and she finally settles on a page concerning how to concentrate the reiatsu. She believes she's not quite at a stage, yet, to put the practical knowledge to any sort of test. She also didn't want to 'create' victims just to test her theories on. That would definitely appear sadistic.::

::Medixia carefully scans the page and reads every detail she can. It didn't seem to difficult a concept to concentrate the reiatsu in such a way, and a smile creeps across her face as she realizes it should be something she can do with just the slightest bit more reiatsu. She looks at the center of her right palm. That's an excellent place to concentrate on. She presses against the center of her right palm with her left index finger.::

There. Remember that.

[Training: 6/10]
[Mastered: 0/5]

((You would be correct lol))

Kaosu smiled warmly, and nodded. "I kinda figured." He extended his hand, in a manner of greeting. "The name's Kaosu Hokosaki, and by the looks of it the oldest shinigami student here, so you can adore me all you like, okay?"

He grinned, taking a look up and down Saigo. "You know...I've heard of some shinigami wanting a bit of their own look but this sure takes the cake, uh, actually I don't know your name."

(( :p ))

Saigo looks at Kaosu, a bit perplexed. She didn't know how to take his most recent words and actions. She feels a bit of color fill her cheeks, from doubt not adoration. She felt as if he were sizing her up. She just hopes this anxious, doubtful feeling is remnants of being in Jigoku for too long. She can't imagine that the Seireitei would have similar manner of people.

With a slight nod of her head, Saigo wonders if that's the best she can do for a bow. "Saigo... I'm K-Kame S-S-Saigo." She wasn't too terribly fond of her name, but she hated stammering as if to say she were as slow as her name. She gently bites her inner lip, wondering how she's supposed to respond. She's only really conversed with Aikou since her death. "Ano... Kaosu-san... D-Do you think a taichou will be coming soon?" She is concerned about when her 'interview' will be, so that seems like a logical course of conversation.

The zanpakutou soul grinned as he stood there and gently shook its head from side to side. "Jetzt, jetzt Haro. Warum in der Welt würde ich wollen, dass Sie starben? Sie sind die nur ein, wer mich ausüben kann. Die nur ein, wer genug Macht gewinnen kann, mich in meine Endstufen aufzuschließen! Ich würde für Sie nie wollen ... sterben, weil das sicher der Tod nicht nur Sie, aber wir beide werden würde. Ich würde meine gesiegelte Form für alle kommenden Jahre ... Ihr Tod sein nicht anlegen, was ich für Haro wünsche. Ich mag stattdessen für Sie in der Kraft wachsen und fähig werden, mich als ein Mann auszuüben." The soul said as he grinned towards Haro, his head still shaking noticeably from side to side. "Yea yea..." Haro said as he looked at the soul with a twisted grin upon his face. "If that is what you truly want from me..then I will give it to you. I will become so strong that I will surpass even you." Haro said with a grin. "Whatever your name is." He stated as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, readying himself for the test to come.
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"Ahh, es gibt den Geist Haro. Bauen Sie Ihre geistige Kraft auf und dann stellen Sie es physisch aus. Nachdem Sie das tun, dann werden Sie die notwendige Kraft gewinnen, um meinen Namen zu lernen und meine Macht durch Ihren Körper zu zeigen." The voice of the thousand beetles cut through Haro's mind again as he stood there and he winced ever so slightly. Then the soul began to slowly disappear, leaving Haro standing there all alone. He sighed as he stood there and shook his head gently as he watched the area around him, looking to try and see what he would be pitted against. He was told that he had to fight many enemies at the same time in order to gain the strength to wield the zanpakutou soul's power. So he would just have to see what would happen. He dropped into a low fighting stance and smirked as he readied himself. "Guter Junge ... bekommt bereiten ... das wird Ihr letzter Kampf ... oder Ihr größter Sieg entweder sein." The soul whispered to himself as he watched the scene ahead of him.
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Haro narrowed his eyes as he stood there, trying to figure out where they were going to come from, when they were going to come, how they were going to attack, what they were going to be...he just sighed as all of the thoughts rocketed through his mind at the same time. "Alright." He stated as he looked around. "Come on...I know I have opponents to fight...so bring it on, come and fight! Stop hiding in the shadows." He stated as he looked around him, the area was dark, almost fully black as it was when he had come to this place. Little did he know that the very place that he was in at the moment would be a recreation of what the bankai version of his zanpakutou would be able to do. He narrowed his eyes further as he stood there and he heaved a sigh, waiting to see what would happen. The zanpakutou soul smacked the masked forehead and shook his head lightly. "Gut... Ich dachte, dass er gut tat. Welcher Dummkopf. Zuerst er readies selbst ... und dann treibt er sich und seine Kämpfer .. er wird umschwärmt." He stated.
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It was at that moment that a hollow seemed to just materialize out of the ground in front of Haro. It started with a small pool of blood that swirled upon the floor, churning and splashing and then lines of the blood shot upwards and began to form a vein system before after that the bones were materialized, at first they were all liquid and red, but the white solid form of bones began to appear as well, then the muscles all started to form around the veins and bones and the blood was depleted after the behemoth of a hollow was formed from the ground up. Haro's eyes were wide with shock after having seen the process, but he was trying to keep his head straight. At that point seventeen other puddles formed upon the black world that he was in and Haro's eyes widened even more. He gripped tightly upon the weapon he was holding and he looked ahead of him. "Well...this should be fun." He stated. The first one had been a massive being, the white mask covering his face with popeye arms and small legs, as well as a massive torso. The creature looked funny.
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It was made obvious moments later that the creature was the leader of the pack, which made sense because he was the first one whom had come out of the little blood-portals. It's huge mouth opened and words began to boom outwards. "Alright my minions!" The massive hollow screamed. "It is time to take out this soul and his puny host. They have caused you and I enough trouble already. We will kill the source. One shinigami at a time, we will annihilate them!" The hollow growled, a roar of approval following from the half-made bodies of the other hollows and the fully made bodies of some. Raven swallowed hard as he looked at the eighteen hollow that were in front of him...this was going to be one hell of a s**t storm. He closed his eyes and he took in a deep breath, trying to hold all of the stress inside of his body. When the first hollow came at him he smirked, it was apparent that the hollow was rather weak, and the little, scrawny frame that the creature had accented that.
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The hollow reeled it's scrawny little hand backwards and hurtled it forwards with what seemed to be the only amount of strength that it contained. Raven smirked as he watched the punch fly at him at what seemed to be slow motion. He grinned as he stood there and he whirled his hand upwards with the dual edged scythe. Slamming nothing but the staff into the knuckles of the hollow as his defense. A large crack resounded as a product of the defense and Haro grinned as he knew he had broken the hand of the hollow. He then whirled around, pivoting on his left foot and spinning with all the might that he could muster. He gripped the scythe at one end more than the other and used the opposite blade to be the attacking one. The blade ripped through the midsection of the hollow and it was cleaved into two different pieces. The body fell to the floor in half and Haro grinned. "Alright...care for some more of that?" He asked, looking at the remaining seventeen.
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