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Okojo watched his opponent even as he recovered from the stumble, and smirked a little as he watched his footing. When the lunge-attack came at him, he couldn't parry the right way very well with his blade's weight, but he could do something else. As if some delayed reaction, even after he'd caught himself, the blond shifted his blade to one hand and let himself fall backward to avoid getting hit. His drop was a bit slow, though, and he could feel the tip of his opponent's blade make a clean, shallow, slice across his chest.

The hand Okojo had free'd to land on fumbled a little, and he wound up on his back, his chest stinging. Ouch. However, he gritted his teeth and shifted to lift one of his legs, attempting to trip Hibiki. His expression still held some amusement, though he seemed to be taking things more seriously through slightly narrowed eyes and less of a smile on his lips.

(( AhAh! This is so frizzdalded!!! xp ))

Mock glared at Hatsume. He was already regretting having said that.
Yes, really! he nodded.

MockaDash remove the kiseru from his mouth, and wipe it clean, removing the burnt tobacco from it, before returning it to his kimono. Hop on, already! He said with a grin.

(( Sorry about the short post. There wasn't much to say anyway. ))

Okojo smirked again, and took that moment of his opponent preventing himself from falling to get back up. Standing, he gripped the hilt of his blade in both hands once more, the tip of the metal hovering above the ground once more. The man looked like he'd just rolled around in the dirt (which he did), as his entire back and side was covered in dust. The cut on his chest was stinging a bit more, but the blond tried to focus on his opponent more than the pain.

Moving forward to try and catch Hibiki off guard, he trotted up with another side-swipe of his blade.

(( I have to go to bed soon, but I'd like to conclude this before I do. wink ))

Prying his blade from the hard ground as fast as he could, like Artthur's excalibur, his grip tightening, fist forming aroudn the hilt, fingers wrapping all about it. Turning around as it came loose he saw Okojo standing there, like a dust spoectre in his dirited uniform. His movement was quick, the side swipe already in sights of its target.

Swinging his shoulders while pivoting faster on his feet, the blow caught a slash full of cloak and sleeve, a slight cut opening on Hibiki's free arm, and he efficiently with the swinging movement's momentum sidled his blade inbetween himself and the larger one before it could go further, holding steady. "You have some excellent tactics, Okojo-san," He said as the blade held place a moment, expressionless as usual.


((I have to sleep soon too sweatdrop ))

With Hatsume clinging onto his back, Mock started to look around as well. He noticed that the new members were already battling amongst themselves. It seemed that his own battle had fired their moods as well.

Moving over to where Hishida, Shinzou and Mashiro stood, MockaDash addressed them. So, are you enjoying yourselves here? The Captain sat on the ground, with Hatsume still on his back. The time for fun is over though. Let us do some serious training, in order to prepare for the upcoming battle!

Mock awaited for a reply from his subordinates, while shifting his attention to Hibiki's and Okojo's spar. He would wait for them to finish, before commencing a training session with all his Squad members.

Hogosha had been quiet for some time now. Mock assumed that the exertion he underwent in order to create those two building was still taking a toll on his body. So he decided it was best to allow the Vice-Captain to rest, for now.

Ike, was also a guest in that place. So he would be more than welcome to join their training.

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»‡«Hatsume»‡« The foxen shinigami enjoyed her current postion ontop of Mock's shoulders. His speech was so much more cooler up there too! "Oh, Unless you find battling fun itself! 4laugh Then the fun's just begun." She spoke not as loud, as to becarful not to yell in Mock's ear.
Yet, her tail still swayed behind her, ears perfectly forward and perked with glee. Ahh. She couldn't wait to give those hollows and arrancars and Espacas-- or whatever they were called a run for their lives! The simple thought of it left a extremely devious smile inprinted onto her face. twisted Kehehehehe...

Shinzou stood and bowed slightly to his Captain, but quickly relaxed again, his hand resting on the hilt of his Zanpakutou as usual. This time, though, it rest down near the guard as opposed to the butt end. He was eager to actually get to use his weapon in battle, though it didn't show, he was not someone so foolish as to display such a desire publicly. He knew that kind of sloppiness would get him reprimanded in a squad focused on defense.

He ran a hand back into his spiky ponytail, glancing around at the others before answering the question. "I'm ready to begin training." He said calmly as he let his arm fall slowly back to his side.

Hishida opened his eyes and exited his world of thought. He put his shamisen away, stood up and said I suppose we should get to work if we plan on getting anything done. The shinigami unsheathed his zanpaktou and drug it across the ground in front of him. He glanced at his subordinates and tried to judge their strength, to see how much of a challenge that they would pose towards him. He didn’t doubt that they would challenge him, because of his own skills combat-wise. He looked back at his captain and in a laid back fashion said, so, what are we gonna be doing?