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Tadashi had fooled himself he was a physical fighter and fought and fought as such facing an opponent so skilled in kido he was bound to lose. As his arms were pinned behind his back he struggled but he knew it was too late. "Well I could still fight you with my legs but I think I'll give you this one. I would love to go again another time."

Axius fought and strained against he spell and after a good ten minutes he finally broke it. He picked up his sheath and put his sword away. Then with out another word he left the dojo.

One after the other he lifted the weights carefully, breathing out as each one descended. It had been a while since he last really worked out. Not since, well, when he arrived in Soul Society. He figured, what was the use of working out if your already dead. But he could feel the strain in his muscles as he lifted each weight. Aero never really thought about if his spirit could gain muscle mass, but apparently there was still much in this world that could surprise him. His mind was wandering as he got lost in his breathing. In, and out. Weight goes up. Weight comes down. It actually felt good to start working out again. It reminded him so much of being alive. He actually hadn't felt this good since, well, since he was in boot camp. That was a weird thing to think, but it kind of felt... true.

Durzin leaned against the wall in a shadow cloaked corner not far from the weight set Aero was experimenting with. He observed silently as he lifted the weights, one after another. A small smile quirked at the corner of his mouth when he saw the new Shinigami's reaction to the weight he was lifting. He checked to make sure he was still obscured well enough by the shadow as to not elicit a reaction from the man for his appearance. Then he spoke, his voice ringing out lightly across the dojo like the clearest of bells, "Training is different here in the Soul Society. You can build muscle mass, it just isn't generally done in the way it is on earth. Your entire person is made of spiritrons and other spiritual energies, whatever you focus more on, is where they gather. As you train you build up more of this energy slowly, much as lifting weights would slowly rip and then rebuild the muscle in you arms on earth. Here your focus and drive slowly builds your energy reserves, and your current wish for more strength sends that newfound energy into your taxed muscles. It goes much more quickly than mundane training. You'll find that after not so very long slicing a boulder in half won't be an issue, merely an expedient way of making a nice chair."

Durzin chuckled slightly at the shinigami's initial reaction. He waited calmly, scarcely moving while Aero took his time to locate and mark Durzin's location. Even as he began approaching he didn't move from his shadowed refuge. 12 year old girls? Durzin's deep cultured laugh echoed out slightly again, "You'd be quite surprised, they may appear to be 12, but many are several hundred years old." Though Aero would be unable to see it Durzin's eyebrow arched slightly when the other Shinigami turned and paced back to the weights, where he soon had a set attached to his own limbs. Moments later he was coming back towards Durzin, his hand extended. Still not wishing to elicit a reaction in regard to his own shocking features he drew deeper into the shadows for a moment, all the while his hand extended to take the offered hand.

"I'm not all that ancient myself, only recently achieved my Release. But if you wish to spar..."His bright white teeth flashed in the shadows in pleasure at the thought, his thumb on his unnocupied hand loosening his blade in its scabbard. Aero may have noticed a formless movement in the deep shadows, but he wouldn't be able to see the blade...not this blade, not in this little light.

"I've never been one much for lifting, I spent my days back on Earth in...less satisfactory conditions, I kept in shape by sparring, although admittedly with a foil."

"Then you sir may be in for a fight, I've been fencing, sparring, and practicing several other blades since I was a wee little lad being raised as an escort. But, then again, while I am better with the blade I am mostly an all-rounder." The hand that had been shaking Aero's drew back and each finger slowly wrapped around the hilt of us own razor sharp, though dully lit katana, it was a special blade. "My name is Durzin, Durzin de Treilo."
Finally he stepped from the shadows. His nigh on perfect visage finally coming to light, over the years he had suffered both disparagement and praise for the sheer beauty inherent in his face and body. It was a thing he was slowly learning to live with.

As he stepped out and forwards he continued his long strides, closing the distance between the two smoothly and with great alacrity. During the last step he brough his shoulder forwards and rotated his body, adding extra torque to the left to right upwards diaganal slash now making its way towards Aero. He was no expert yet, but he was proficient in quick draw techniques.

He took notice of the quick reactions and block of his opponent, it had been poorly placed and supported, but the intent and reaction had been in line. "It's a weapon of grace and smooth lines. No other weapon in the world has the cutting power of a Japenese katana." His gorgeous face quirked into another small smile before he spoke again. "Stay still, Bakudo Number One, Sai." Durzin released a slightly modified version of the Kido, turned in a new direction it would be weaker but the target more applicable, now it would simply pin Aero's arms to where they were in space. Were he to allow it a bare millisecond later Durzin's blade, the etchings up and down its length seeming to writhe through the air would strike, each of the cuffs being sliced in half, not a hair being touched on Aero's arms. Seconds later their own weight and gravity would cooperate to bring them falling to the floor.

"I take it you are more used to close quarters combat? With say a shorter blade? If so I know an excellent knife fighter in the Ninth you may wish to strike up a conversation with. He goes by the Name of Moyashi Maikeru. Now, back to the matter at hand as they say." With a thought he dispelled the kido he had released on Aero and stepped forward. His blade leaving a dull grey afterimage as it sliced through the air. He led with a simple thrust, his whole body weight behind it, this was quickly followed by a rotation of the blade and a swipe to the right, as it swung about he brought it up and brought the Zanpakutou down vertically towards his opponents skull.

"It is fair to warn you, spars here are often nearly to the death, the healers are excellent and we heal quite well on our own."