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Things would be a little easier this time around. Understanding how the kido affected him made the task a little less daunting. Even if Tezuka was beginning to feel comfortable about has to displace and manipulate reiryoku the process from start to finish was still as complex as ever if anyone actually chose to try and understand every feeling they felt.

The sweat still continued to pour off his person, a sign of character that no one could dissuade wasn't very becoming of the man's appearance. Besides, no one cared how you looked when you were there to train. If they were then they needed to set their priorities straight before even showing their face in front of Tezuka. This was business time, not beauty pageant time.

Flexing his fingers, Tezuka spread his hands a little as he began manipulating the reiryoku through his hands: first through both before focusing further and forcing all the currently collected spiritual energies into his right hand. Dominant as it was his aim was only slightly better on this side of his body making it only instinctual why he chose this side. Again the incantation flowed from his lips, egged on further by the release of a small amount of reiryoku to shield his bare skin from the impending blast. "Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws...!" His hand lifted as he spoke, aiming clearly at his target with a new vigor as he felt comfortable now with the new wave of sensations coursing through him and his hand. "Hado 33: Sokatsui!" The energies swirled from his palm and s**t forth in a more controlled wave of destruction, annihilating only the single dummy he had targeted this time. The ground still sizzled and sparked in the aftermath, but he was satisfied with a little more practice by himself he would be able to to freely fire the blue blaze at his enemy with little more than the Hado's name. This thought quickly prompted a smile, lop-sided, from the mouth of Tezuka who, in turn, faced his instructor with a new air of confidence.

"How was that, Captain Yamoto?" He chuckled with slight hint of arrogance. "Think we're ready to move on to something bigger? Maybe the Twin version?" His words were slightly huffed out as he let himself catch his breath between pauses. It wasn't as bad as it was before, but he would soon find himself panting like he had just ran the marathon if Yamoto would so generously show him Hado 63.

((Alright. I'm going to make a conscious effort to get this done and over with so I'm out of your hair, Yamoto-san. Lulz.))

Tezuka held up his hand to shield his eyes both from the intensity of the blast as well as the loose debris that was most likely flying in there direction; a muffled "Jesus Christ..!" jumping from his mouth as Yamoto fired the high level kido. If it weren't for the man's stature as Captain of 5 squad Tezuka would've openly gawked at the simplicity in which Yamoto had released the hado upon its lifeless targets.

Either way Tezuka still unconsciously cringe at the display of power. Maybe he had bitten off too much for himself to chew. Or maybe he was having second thoughts because of the power difference between himself and the captain. It was stupid to contemplate the matter though. He was where he was on the command food chain as was Captain Yamoto. There were just some things better left to the great celestial mysteries of this universe.

His kimono ruffled under him as he shifted to a fro, dislodging the garment's upper half from his frame. It lay loosely against the back of his thighs, leaving his upper body completely exposed. Immediately feeling relief he drew in another large breath and centered himself, bringing arms up and out before pounding his his fists once against his pectorals. The brief show of machismo was not for show, but for Tezuka. He needed a moment to collect himself before even beginning this task. His spiritual energies wrapped themselves around his body as he took a step forward and then spread his footing, the light blue-ish color dancing along his not-so-defined muscular structure. Another deep breath and the energies were absorbed into his skin where it would be rerouted south. His hand tingled again, but this was a voluntary act, not a result of the firing of the kido. He couldn't even begin to fathom how his skin would react to the hado; most likely the same way it had with the other, but with more intense of an outcome. Another slow breath. A smile creased his features. He knew he could do it.

His eyes remained open throughout this entire endeavor, solidifying in the mind(s) of those observing he was finally comfortable enough to move his reiryoku about without consciously straining. A plus in itself, but, possibly, a sign of arrogance. His mouth opened before thoughts could begin to surface, hand raising a she mustered a large amount of reiryoku outside of his body as he spoke. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens." The mass split into two balls and began to spin, slowly, at first, but gained speed over time as he recited the incantation. His hand felt like it was vibrating, the constant tingling sending shivers down his spine as he continued on. "Hado..." His gaze faltered, suddenly feeling lightly-headed, but only for what seemed like a millisecond. "..73: Sōren Sōkatsui!"

And that's when he knew he was in trouble. In his arrogance Tezuka didn't give himself enough time to recover from the last series of kido. His reiryoku fluctuated ever so slightly as he finished the end of the incantation, but it was too late to recall the order. The pent up energy sizzled and then exploded everywhere, causing Tezuka to toppled backwards in a pile. He hurt, everywhere, but the biggest alarm was he couldn't feel his hand. Freaking out and trying to sit up he looked over and held his hand up to assess the damage. All fingers still accounted for, but the skin was almost falling off the muscle beneath. And that's when the pain hit. Even with his innate ability to suppress his pain receptors the damage was just too great to sequester. He grit his teeth and tried his damnedest not to clench the limb to his body, but it was all he could do not to wave it around either, in fear of launching what skin was uncharred across the training area, or even on the captain. <********> He finally blurted out. "Oohh, that was ********' stupid. Mother ********. ********> The slurr of curses continued for another few moments before turning back to look at Yamoto. "Sorry, sir. Didn't mean t'foul the air or nothin'. Just did somethin' really damn stupid, again..." He silenced a half-moan and attempted to stand.

((Lulz, I know I said I'd try to cut back, but even though I did it still looks the same. xD But, yeah, I think that's it for the moment unless my count is wrong for the minimum to become a Kido Instructor. Is it 4 or 5? I've forgotten.))