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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:41 am
Kaiya stood for a few more seconds before deciding that she needed to leave. It appeared that the sensei was busy with the many students crowded into the classroom. She recalled the meadow she'd discovered just the other day. Perhaps she could train some on her own. Then, when she felt more prepared, she could return and face the sensei. After all, it had been a rather long time since she'd picked up a sword. She nodded. And perhaps...perhaps she could truly connect with her zanpakutou. She really didn't know the least thing about it, aside from the fact that there were two blades, something far from ordinary. She wondered about the soul caught in her weapons. She only hoped that they would like each other. She gave the strange girl one last smile and slight bow. She also waved a bit at Ran but didn't try to catch her attention. She needed to focus on the fight. She wasn't concerned about anyone else. She turned and walked out of the classroom without a backward's glance.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 4:48 am
((Waits for sensei to reply))
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 9:13 pm
(As per Cap'ns orders.)
Much to the surprise of the sensei, the blade to the gut seems to connect through his kimono, as the man moves sharply to the side, only to find that dance of blades coming towards him again. For several moments, the two appear to be locked together, his sword and sheath crossed over his body to block the slice downward of both of her blades, the two bound in a struggle as the woman plants her feet.
While her reiatsu is somewhat higher than it would normally be, its because she’s becoming so engrossed in this fight. The sensei does so as well however, finally moving backwards to break their grappling stance. It doesn’t take him but a moment to recover however, and he moves forward again, pressing the attack against her, bringing the sheath down in a sharp movement towards her head, the womans blade coming upward as her body moves down, sword blocking the sheath above her head as she pivots, the hand holding her second blade keeping her balanced as her body whips around, sandal clad foot catching the back of his calf, sending him sprawling backward as she brings her blade down along the length of the sheath, turning her blade flat, to slam it against the fingers grasping it.
Between the fall to the floor, combined with the slam of metal on his fingers, his grip on the sheath is loosed as he hit’s the ground. When he moves rapidly back to his feet, she’s already on the attack again, dual blades used in a manner that is meant to be precise, and fluid, a stab, a thrust, a parry. She’s got him moving rapidly backwards as the clash of steel fills the room. With her moving as quickly as she is, she’s keeping on the offensive, rather than the defensive. With a quick swing of her left blade, she brings it to bare against his sword, as he rushes her, steel creating blue sparks as she deflects the blade, and turns, bringing the hilt of the blade in her off hand down viciously in the center of his shoulder blades. However, for a split second, her side is open, and he turns the blade in his grasp, stabbing backwards, as it pierces into her side.
For a brief moment, she seems to take it as a normal blow, stumbling backwards as she pulls herself off his blade. With blood spurting from the beautiful white of her haori, she brings the blade in her dominant hand forward, slamming the hilt into the back of his head with such vicious accuracy, it splits his scalp open, blood gushing in a fountain onto the floor beneath them both. No more does she strike than she drops to one knee, her zanpaktou clattering to the floor, one hand tucking inside the sleeve of her kimono, as she applies pressure both to the back of the sensei’s head, as well as pressing her other hand against the wound on her side. Her tousled hair falls forward over her face, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. Short as the fight had been, it wasn't easy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 9:35 pm
A young man covered in bandages walks into he dojo carrying a boken on his right hand. The raven black haired man with light tan skin, standing 5'7 and wearing common shinigami cloths. His eyes move to look at the K.o.ed teacher with eyes of pity. Taken down so easily, Soul Society was surely lacking power, it was that or the students here had a ton of potential. Rising his face to look at the rest of the class with his emerald green eyes he speaks once again in a soft tone. "Well...my name is Shinrei...I will be your sensei for a few days under the request of Yamamoto Genryuusai-dono...any objections or questions just speak them now...oh and don't go as hard on me as you did with the last teacher, I'm not in top shape so I don't want to break what is left of my pitiful self again" Letting himself fall on his a** he sits on the ground and looks at his students once again. "Well how about ya all introduce yerselves now eh ?! I'm kinda itching to meet ya all !" His tone was friendly and loud, he held no posture, he had no manners and over all he smelled like flowers covered in blood. Any experienced warrior would surely understand that this young man was as experienced as a rising dragon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 9:48 pm
She knew what someone who had fought their share of battles looked, and acted like. She offered up a smile, as she finally moved away from the sensei, once the bleeding seemed to stop.
“Hana, Ran. He needs help.” gesturing to the sensei on the floor behind her, with her bloody kimono sleeve. She shifted where she stood, trying to get away from the uncomfortable pain that shot up and down the side she’d been stabbed in. After a few minutes, she retrieved her zanpaktou, sheathing them both, as she fell flat of her a** as well, in the middle of the mats.
The young woman had a smell about her, also blood, but the faint odor beneath it was... strawberries. She forever smelled of her favorite fruit.
"Nice t'meet ya."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 9:59 pm
His eye look at the previews sensei knocked flat on the ground a his mind starts to run. "Lame..." rising his face to look back at his new student he once again speaks. "Hana Ran huh ? Nice name nice name !" Crossing his arms on front of his chest he closes his arms and ask in a more serious tone. "Were you both fighting with real sword ?" Soon after he talks a group of men enter the classroom and take the wounded man away to give him proper treatment. Waiting for an answer as well as an introduction from more students he opens his eyes showing a pale glow of reiatsu in them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:01 pm
She nodded, and the blood on her, as well as the blood from where she'd picked up her zanpaktou, pooled there on the ground, was proof. They'd used real swords. It had been a real fight.
And she'd won. Taken some injury, but won.
"Jus' call me Ran. Yeah, we used our zanpaktou."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:04 pm
Megumi watches the teacher fall with little more than a raised eyebrow. Yep, that man was being paid WAY too much to lose to a first term student..or maybe it was just that Daisho sets were very uncommon in Soul Society. In fact, this was the first he'd seen that was a Zanpakutou set. Sure, there were those that specialized in two-handed sword styles and used inert blades, or the 'student' blades..but to see a real pair in action, even unreleased..Megumi smiles.
His beautiful, effeminate face takes on a soft glow almost, the brilliance showing, almost like a sparkle due to his beauty..(I swear I feel like Yumichika here. XD)..but that's alright with him. He prefers to be thought of as a woman, really. He sashays towards Ran, and this new fellow..intent on learning just who he is..lifting his hand, painted nails all glittery, he puts on a wide smile..
"Hiiiii!~<3"
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:06 pm
"How foolish..."
Those two words escaped his lips before he could even stop himself from being offensive. Looking at the blood on both her sleep and the floor he shows a more serious look than before and ask:
"What is a zampakutou ? Can you answer me that ?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:18 pm
She glanced up at Megumi as he/she joined them. Blinking at the positively perky greeting, she shook her head, and then turned back to the teacher.
Her eyes seemed to close, and she frowned just slightly, though she seemed to lose part of that accent of hers for a moment or two. Seemed she could be serious when she needed to.
"A zanpaktou.. its not just swords. Not just weapons. They're you. Parta you. Parta your soul. Like an extension of you. Leastwise that's what I've heard."
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:29 pm
Kaiya entered the room. She was excited to see that the fights were over and the actual teaching had started. She slipped into the back of the classroom and listened intently. So far the teacher seemed...stern.
[ugh...short post. xP]
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:33 pm
His eyes quickly move to the extravagant student that just walked into the dojo. His face shows a confused look as a sweat droop falls down the side of his face. Shaking his head he resumes his bad a** serious attitude and says:
"A zampaktou is more than just a sword, more than just a part of your soul ! A zampakutou is your best friend and the only one that will be there in every life and dead situation... Now tell me will you use your best friend to cut those that are your allies ? Will you dishonor her with such a foolish action ? Eh ? Can't you heard it, the voice of your sword speaking to you, calling for you to understand, telling you how strong you both could become if you just understood where you want to go !"
Standing back on his feet he smiles and then says:
"Zanjutsu is not about stance, strength or power ! Zanjutsu is not an art, swords are not tools either ! Zanjutsu is a tool to survive, there are no formalities or stance in real combat just desire to go on ! Formalities and fear, nothing is born from them ! To become truly strong fighting your allies and learning from me is not the answer, to become truly strong you must look at your reflection in the edge of your zampakutou"
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:41 pm
The young noble listens, his arms crossed as he takes in those words. His own blade is already strange..in its current, inert form, it is a katana in shape, but has the handguard of a fencing weapon. Strange indeed. The weapon is decorated as well; customized almost. Were one to unsheath the weapon, they would see intricate vine-and-rose etchings along the entire blade; the wide handguard had a rose shape as it went down as well. In a sense, this blade was already attuned to his family; though it was not even close to being able to speak to him yet. He wasn't anywhere near that ability, though he was of noble blood. He was confident if nothing else, he would be able to achieve a level that would make his family proud. As it stood, in fact, he exceeded his older brother in skill and potential; he had shown to be quite a fighter.
Still, compared to the teachers, he was still just learning, despite the training his family's teachers had given him. It showed in the way he moved, not the like a woman part, but he was lithe, limber..it reflected Megumi's style.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:52 pm
She watched the teacher for several moments, before she drew her zanpaktou from its sheath, the clean edge of her kimono wiping away the blood that lingered, as she crossed the blades, one over the other, staring down at the inscriptions along them, the symbols etched into the blades.
She turned them then, just slightly, her disheveled reflection shining back up at her. It was hard, not to imagine that there was something, or someone inside the blades. Maybe two someones, since most people usually had one soul per sword. She watched her reflection for several moments, before shaking her head just slightly.
“I think it takes more than just staring into the edge of the sword. I think it takes a lot more.” she raised her head then, looking at the shinigami standing over her, blood caked on her kimono sleeve, and down the side of her haori, the cut into her side more controlled now that the bleeding had stopped, though it still hurts like hell. “I think it takes time. I think it takes more than just a reflection. But knowing your reflection is good, since the zanpaktou is supposed to be a reflection of you. If you don’t know yourself.. how can you know yer zanpaktou, right?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 10:53 pm
Kaiya nods. Her father had spoke of such things when she still had a mortal body and a mortal family to go along with it. Often during their training, he would break from the formal stances to surprise her with a move more often seen in street brawls. The first time this had happened, she'd sputtered her protests. His look had been serious as he'd asked a question. Would you die to protect the idea of honor or honor itself? She had thought long and hard about those words -- not understanding the difference. Surely they were the same? It was only many years later that she understood what her father had been trying to teach her. In order to protect the family honor, you must live. It didn't do you or the person you were trying to protect any good if you perished in the attempt. The victors were the ones who wrote the history.
She brought out her unusual zanpakutou. Like Ran's, hers was daisho based. It was something that often confused her. Since she had been trained in katana, would not her zanpakutou take the form most familiar to her? Apparently not. She focused in on the teacher's words once more. At least he was going to be reasonable about the fighting styles.
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