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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 7:41 pm
 I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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"Wait. So you charge in with a sword slashing down with only one arm towards my chest? You, without shunpo against a captain?" Ketsu jumped back a few yards, and flung himself into the air with his legs remaining calm and without any tense feeling. Drawing his blade in a heartbeat, the sheath was hot with the speed of the blade sliding across it. Holding it with his right hand he stabbed downward towards Torik. As his blade neared the man's head, he changed the stab into a slash, as he shot it backwards, a wave of blood shooting out of his blade, and towards the man.
Landing, he smiled. "See, that was a little better, but I did two things here. One, I showed you that I am not weak, by easily dodging your attack. By jumping into the air, I examined anything in the nearby area that I could use against you, and the stab to personal attack showed that I was serious." Pointing to the ground, the slash, as it had approached the third seat, was arched at a slight downward angle, and made a large slash into the ground. "And powerful. If someone is weak, I can sense their fear. Learn intimidation, and should they be powerful enough to continue fighting, they will usually show a play of strength. This play of strength isn't always an attack but it could be a skillful dodge, or a stop of an attack. Even the smartest tactical mind cannot hide two things. That is the strength behind the eyes, and the rank on the badge."
Ketsu looked to Torik, hopefully he would be learning soon, as he held his blade like a limp leaf, it appeared harmless, yet Ketsu too, could not hide the strength that roared through his eyes, like a wildfire, destroying a forest in a heartbeat, on a whim.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:28 pm
Torik prepared to block the attack but it was too late, he was far too slow. As he watched the Captain deliberately miss his attack, the young Third seat stood almost as if a statue. A bead pf sweat rolled down his face, he tried to regain his composure but the Captain in front of him was so powerful. The strength in his eyes alone was devastating. He listened very closely to his Captain, soaking in every word like a sponge. As if the knowledge alone would make him stronger. Among the other Third Seats in the Gotei Thirteen, Torik felt he was the weakest. But he was hoping Ketsu would help change that, he didn't want to be weak, he wanted to be strong like Ketsu but he never had the proper teacher to do so. "Tell me Captain, what do I do? How do I become stronger? How do I learn these things and advance to possess the skills I should already have?" Torik now had his expression back to normal and his voice, along with his the rest of his body, became more calm and relaxed. He felt if he calmed his mind he might be able to focus better, and his training would be more effective.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:12 am
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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"Ah yes Torik, you know how to become stronger already. I am a simple man, simple tastes as well. I enjoy stabbing things, and doing things to increase my own physical strength. In order to become stronger you need to have battle experience, and mental experience. You need to hold your head high, and watch as you battle. Now, my blade will no longer use any sort of skills, and. . ." Ketsu sheathed his blade, walking a few yards away, he had placed a bokken, a wooden sword onto the ground there. Picking it up, he held it high, a small stream of reiatsu surrounding it. "It won't break, and that stray energy I can't get rid of will go through here. Now, swing your blade. Also!"
Ketsu slashed at Torik, he had appeared in front of the man, slamming downward, leaving his torso wide open for a counter attack, giving the man an option, attack Ketsu, and take the blow to the head, or dodge, and attempt another way to attack. The captain was strangely excited about the reaction that his opponent and student would take, as a teacher, he needed to know how he fought. "Tenth squad eh. . ." He laughed, as he finished his attack.
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:00 pm
Torik just stood and listened to Ketsu, making a mental note of everything he said. He also tried to pay very close attention to the way his Captain moved, those movements may prove useful and life saving later on. The young third seat raised an eye brow as he saw Ketsu pick up a bokken, he saw the reiatsu surrounding it and couldn't help but be impressed. When he saw Ketsu take action he didn't have much time to think, he saw the opening and knew that he might be causing this opening on purpose. But he only had time to react, Torik slid slightly to the right so that the attack wouldn't hit his head. As he moved he also thrusts his blade toward the opening Ketsu was leaving him, knowing fully well that he was about to take a hard hit and his Captain could probably somehow avoid this opening. But he didn't care, he wasn't going to back down now. This is going to hurt me more than it will you Captain.. Torik thought to himself with a grin on his face, not even preparing for impact, just focusing on his own attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:13 pm
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
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"Come on now, did you really think I would let this happen?" Ketsu had creeped one foot up, as this sheath caught Torik's blade. His own blade back at his side. "Never, ever trust an opening that is that wide. It isn't smart, for I could have blocked your blade from the side, with a powerful strike, and used a kidou on your stomach, assuming I knew the pixie magic. I don't, so you are fine. I just wish for you to understand how to do a powerful strike against an enemy. With your heart! Haha, no. With your blade. Your goal is to draw blood, and depending on what you got . . .there." Tapping the blade of no name, that Torik held. "You may or may not have different goals. When I am cut, and when I am in more pain, my blade actually increases in power. At the same time, it makes it more difficult to fight. Learn your self Torik, or you won't have what it takes to ever cut someone."
Ketsu threw the bokken onto the ground, and drew his zanpakutou. "Hateshiganai. My blade. Let's find the name of yours."
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If you p***k us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge? -William Shakespeare
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 5:36 pm
Torik just grinned as his attack was blocked. Of course not. He thought to himself as Ketsu started to talk some more. Torik was fully aware that Ketsu would somehow block or avoid the attack, the opening was way too wide. Its just that there was nothing else he could really do with his limited powers at the moment. He tried to keep in mind everything his Captain was saying so that maybe he will become stronger. The Third seat thought it fascinating that as Ketsu takes more damage his blade becomes stronger, it is truly a unique trait in a zanpaktou. When he finally said they were going to find out the name of his zanpaktou he was overjoyed and excited. Torik's grin grew across his face. "So how exactly so we find my zanpaktou's name Captain?"
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