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Percy was thankful he did not have to embarrass himself trying to fight with a sword. He had learned the basicsof swordplay at a young age, but had always preferred tinkering alone to practicing cutting down opponents. Indeed, until he had invented Animus, he had never killed a hollow. He smiled as his idea of arming the citizenry was accepted.

"Wonderful. The 7th Division and House Ellerose will begin the preparations immediately. The captain of the 11th Division will be notified as well. With any luck, the next time a hollow steps a foot into this realm, we shall keep that foot. This will also serve another purpose; to let the citizens feel as if they are useful. There's a heavy sense of hopelessness in the Rukongai districts. Every time a hollow shows up, a lot of people die before the Shinigami can deal with the threat. They should not have to wait for us to deliver them from certain death."

Percy's demeanor became slightly more intense as he spoke of the citizenry. He had spent much of his time as a Shinigami in the 7th Division among the people, hearing their concerns, assisting them when he could. They were his people, a family more dear to him than those bearing the Ellerose name. He had seen the bodies lined up after the attack, each a citizen that the Gotei 13 failed to protect. The sight was burned into his mind. He saw it in his dreams. The bodies had been many. Children, women, and the elderly among them. Hollows did not care who they slaughtered. At that moment, Percy had vowed to bring down any hollow that came into Soul Society. What good was diplomacy, when everyone was dead?

Mishika Honoru, whom was really Kyro the Necromancer trainee in disguise, continued through the Soul Society to the Shinigami Academy were they were to study their arts and practice their techniques. It was a rare undertaking for any Magi to be able to gain instruction into the Demon Arts, known as kidou. Kyro had plans to use his ability to disguise and deceive to gain access to that knowledge so that he could gain more respect among his peers who valued knowledge as a true sign of strength. The less you knew, the less you were worth. It was just the way it worked in a scholastic society such as Nifelheim. This would be the perfect time to get access to the kidou in the academy of the Soul Reapers, since the rest of the Sereitei would be on high alert due to the Vasto Lorde threat that had just nearly wiped out an entire group in one simple flick of a cero blast.

The Hollow had always been a threat, even during the ancient days, when the elves managed the soul cycle. Kyro knew the stories well, and the history behind them. Hollow, back before the Soul Society and it's military forces underneath the guidance of the Soul King, were truly terrifying. The world was eclipsed in darkness, and a being known as a Vasto Lorde was supposed to be a rarity, if even a myth due to the efforts of the Soul Reapers. The fact a Hollow had risen to power now could only mean that Ragnarok was approaching, and darker days were on the horizon. That would mean that any work undertaken here in learning kidou would have to be done with utmost care and without flaw. He would need to become a strong force to protect the Magi and the plane of Alfheim were his friends, family, and allies lived.

Entering the Academy, Mishika moved about the various places were books were before grabbing a basic guide to kidou that held within it a variety of the Soul Reaper's essential spells. Those that were needed for gaining status as one proficient in the demon way, as well as some that were unique, as if they had been specifically created for a certain circumstance in which the spell was to be employed. "Hmm, this one for starters, and then we will keep going from there.", she remarked as the disguised Magi stood up from a crouched position, reading to face a kidou dummy.

Gathering or manipulating spirit energy for spells and the arts behind them had never been an issue for Kyro. His ley lines had been blessed by Hel herself, and he was to become a Necromancer. Necromancers were Hel's prized servants, keeping the unworthy dead, and giving those who met an untimely end a chance for redemption. They were called what they were due to the fact that they used death as a weapon, and the powers behind death to animate the fallen to do their bidding. Their moral compass was a bent one that rarely had a true North as it were. "Hadou Number Four, White Lightning!", Kyro's alter-ego for the disguise shouted forth as she let a blast of searing hot electricity slam into the target. There was something to be appreciated by how simple, yet effective this spell was, but not enough to get lost in the fact that there was still more to learn and more to understand. There were powers beyond this simple lightning trick that would make it look almost like a child's toy.

The next offensive spell in the list to learn was the Wolf Blade technique. Though contrary to it's name, it had nothing to do with an actual sword so much as it did when summoning forth a wolf elemental creature of lightning which acted more like a powerful tazer technique than anything. "It's a little over the top. Would have been simple to just evolve White Lightning with a stunning effect than to go forth in creating and manifesting this creature it describes. Oh well, at least I don't need to make a new spell.", she muttered as Mishika stood up and began to prepare herself for the execution of the Wolf Blade hadou. Her spiritual power rose and she began to manifest the energy. Beneath the disguise, Kyro's arms would be lighting up and his ley lines activating as the magic surged through his body. "Heavens of the honorable, grant me an ally to vanquish my foes! Hadou Number Seven! Wolf Blade!", the second division member shouted as she brought forth her reiatsu and manipulated the spirit particles in the air before her. Lightning surged and crackled with the incantation and before long, the construct was coming out of entropy and into being. It brought back memories of a time she, or he, as it was becoming unclear as to how Kyro identified his own gender due to his many persona that he adopted, spent trying to work on the academy golems.

Kokoro Ryu, the current embodiment and incarnation of Sakura Hyakka, enters the Shino'o Academy and heads over towards her locker. A few quick flicks of the combination and her locker gives up its contents for her perusal and use. "Too easy ... I need to upgrade this archaic system after I get my work out. Good thing I keep equipment stashed here." The analytical mind of the young scientist fixes its attention on her next task at hand while she gets changed up into her workout clothes. Ever since she had graduated from this school for shinigami, she has not been one to wear the traditional training clothes, but rather, she prefers to wear a cute pink and purple leotard with matching tights and weighted leg warmers. After sliding on the weighted wrist bands, she snaps her locker shut and does a quick mental calculation of the number of lockers in the locker rooms and the size thereof. This is such a small matter, that she decides to do the upgrades and then announce it rather than the other way around. Once she leaves the room, she commits the measurements to memory and then blinks her eyes to turn off the measurement contacts. There would be no reason to use them right now. Simple training and then a quick lunch before setting to work. As she heads towards the school library, deciding to do some personal training instead of signing up for a tutored session. She is long past joining an actual school lesson. The price of the seal and the price of locking away her true self was the loss of knowledge of the skills she had in her previous life among the shinigami. That was three lives ago and a things have come full circle. As she enters the library, she sees a blue haired girl picking through some scrolls. No great shocker there. As she watches her, she has a sense that something is off, but for the moment she pushes that to the back of her mind - though not too far back. Something was nagging her about his soul signature. It was similar to that of a shinigami, but still it felt like something else. The girl casts a hadou and summons forth a wolf made of pure lightning. To call lightning electricity would be like calling a captain's coat a jacket. Technically true, but still falls short of accurate. Lighting, true lightning is pure plasma and energy. "Nice hair. I tried blue once, too, but I couldn't pull it off. Looks good on you, though," she says cheerfully.

"Honey, don't get it twisted," Kokoro says as she warms up a little. "My lack of being there has little to do with being lackadaisical, if that is what you are worried about." She bends over backwards and touches the ground with her palms. "It is simply a matter of not being suicidal when you know that you are outclassed. If it were within my power, I would bother. Which is why I avoided it in the first place. I am here to train to rectify that little problem. Besides," she says as she pulls herself up into a handstand and then flips into a neat little back flip, "I know that there are those who do have the power. I am nobody's mook. Let the twelfth division fulfill their love of being a meat shield for a while. I am still recovering from a serious loss of reiatsu that was stolen from me in my last life. A matter that I will address when the time is right." She then grins broadly and grabs a scroll. "Besides, there are two reasons not to bother. One, I have full confidence in those who are out there. And two, you are far more interesting." She flips through the book and selects a lesson to attempt. "Doctor Kokoro Sakura Hyakka," she says as she skims through the instructions, "But you can call me Kokoro or Sakura, if you like. I only use my title for grant applications, presentations, lectures, and getting discounts at the local sweet shop. Granted the last one is a bit selfish." She shrugs. While she is suspicious, she wants to draw this conversation out.

Kokoro smirks as she listens to the imposter. For indeed, that is what she has deduced from the few words that they have had. "Your form is good and your implementation is with talent and potentially skillful with practice." She does a little tai chi for warm up, while she doesn't actually know the martial art, she knows enough for continuing a warm up routine. "But, seriously, who do you think you are fooling? You are not a shinigami. The way you talked about the invader, without concern of your own - even less than I show. Any rate, any shinigami knows that Vasto Lordes are off limits to the lower ranks and weaker members, so that they can stay out of the way of the vice captains and above." Of course she is concerned. She simply doesn't waste emotional stress on the matter. There is great trust that they will cover the problem soon. "Then there is the incorrect honorific. No shinigami would mix that up. If they were going to use it, they would make sure that it was correct. It should be either Kokoro-sensei if you are going to insist on using it. Sensei because I have indicated that I do occasionally teach and that I am in possession of a doctorate." She laughs softly, but not cruelly. "Seriously, who are you? What is your purpose here?" She then says, "Spirit of Shielding; grant me your protection! Bougyoudo #25: Deband!"

955 x1.5 = 2148.75 +58 [from last training session] = 2206.75

Deband learned 2206.75/600
Double Incantation 1606.75/800
Six Staves of Blinding Light 806.75/800

Leaving 7 words

Kokoro watches and listens with rapt attention and intrigue. "Oh ho ho. Far from fear and dread, despite our differences. Had you meant my harm, you would have done so rather than reveal yourself. Is this not true?" She grins broadly in a manner not abnormal for a twelfth division researcher. "I am a scientist first, then a soldier. And only a soldier out of reluctance." A soft laugh escapes her lips. She pulls a hidden cord on her leotard and her outfit transforms itself into a more fitting attire for a shinigami. That is to say, if one's uniform was supposed to be purple with a pink kosode and pink division markings. "I think we have mutual interests, don't you think?" She pulls her hair back in a pony tail, never taking her eyes off of him. "You intrigue me, in all honesty. Come with me to my lab. We can study each other," she says as she draws close to him. "What do you say, cutie pie?" If anybody were to question her on this decision, she would simply say that it was for research, and it is. The young soul before her, ancient race or not, was most interesting and worthy of research. Perhaps of course she could get her sexy hotty Vice Captain Zero in on this.

Kokoro smirks at him and playfully pushes him back. "Now, I never said that we would go that far." She laughs softly and is about to say something else when another portal opens and a slight young man, who looks to be in his mid to late teens exits it. He is wearing a green hoodie and a pair of black trousers. The lad self consciously pulls his hood over his face, looking as though he was nervous about having come this far. The shinigami woman looks him over with incredulity. "Friend of yours, Kyro?" she asks, wondering if this was actually some sort of trap. Anxiously, she strikes a defensive pose. When it had been one on one, she wasn't so concerned, not when his reiatsu was lower than hers by a percentage. The startled look on the boy's face tells her that he hadn't expected to find anybody here. The boy looks over at Kyro and smiles politely, seeing at least somebody of his own kind. "Uh, wrong way?" he says rather unconvincingly. Kokoro face palms and relaxes. "Kid ..."