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Jin came to class a little late, not really worried about any consequences. He had come to prove himself, and that was what he was going to do. Whether or not the teacher would look highly upon him was entirely out of Jin's control, but Jin could do all in his power to try and improve the mood of his instructor.

"Sorry for being late, but I'm ready to begin." Jin looked around to try and find the sensei, wondering if he was even here or not. As he tried to find the sensei, he gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto as a natural reaction to living in Kusajishi. A horrible time it was, but it made Jin the young man he was today.

Jin responded to the greeting, figuring this person to be the sensei.

"Good day sensei, I was hoping we could begin the first lesson as soon as possible."

Out of respect, Jin bowed his head slightly, but it didn't show nearly as much respect someone did when they dropped to their knees and bowed their head all the way. Jin had only seen that kind of behavior in Rukongai, only after someone had endured a heavy punishment. However, to show that he wasn't hostile today, he let go of his Zanapkuto and let his arm fall to the side.

Upon seeing the sensei draw his Zanpakuto, Jin did the same on instinctive reaction, becoming battle-ready at a moment's notice. He felt energy coursing through him, wondering if this was the reiatsu that the sensei had mentioned.

"Swordfighting or Kidou... Which will it be..." Jin muttered under his breath, curious as to how the sensei's teaching methods work. If he was to learn magic here, why were swords involved? Jin wasn't about to make an assumption, but he was going to speculate on the subject.

Jin listened to the sensei's instructions, trying to understand what he was implying. He watched as the sensei instructed his own instructions, seeing the glow that his Zanapkuto gave off. As good as he could mimic outside instructions, he couldn't be taught how to controll things on the inside. Jin didn't know whether to use emotion or physical strength to imply the reiatsu into his Zanpakuto, but he would go out on a limb and give emotion a try.

He held his blade with both hands, trying to focus on it. Instead of keeping a level head and being emotionless, Jin had channeled his anger and resolve into the blade. An expression of rage could be seen on his face as his nerves were beginning to quake. It seemed to work, Jin's blade giving off a neon-red glow as well as his forearms, the red reiatsu being the color given off by Jin's spiritual force.

"Anger, resolve, strength, and sheer will to survive. Is this what I was supposed to do? Is it working? Does the glow mean it is working?....." Question after question ran through his mind, each one seeming to have a resonating tone inside his head as he continued to stress his muscles into putting spiritual power into his blade.

Jin could only hear a faint voice through his emotional turmoil, but it was clear enough for him to register a command. Instead of just leaking his rage and anger into open air, he decided to channel it onto the sensei as he had instructed. The result was Jin thinking of all the bastards and assailants he encountered while living in the slum known as Kusajishi, a place that would be known as a noble's nightmare.

In the middle of his rage being concentrated, he registered the sensei as a target. When his eyes snapped open, he swung around his Zanpakuto blade to try and strike the sensei, a natural reaction whenever he was in a fit of rage. His tactic, although a bit unorthodox, seemed to work as the glow followed along the blade as it cut through the air.

Knowing that his sensei was superior to him, Jin tried to harness his rage and slammed his Zanpakuto into the ground. With the rage still in him, the force was unusually higher than it would have been. The result was a small crater effect followed by a few scorch marks. Jin didn't know whether this was what the sensei was talking about, but it was likely that it wasn't, since it was just a strike.

Jin's emotional turmoil soon found a channel through his arms, away from his brain and gut that housed the rage. Jin felt a creeping sensation flow from his shoulders to his blade, not really sure what the sensation was, but it felt good. Jin's blade continued to glow, letting him think he pulled it off. While he was in a mood of confidence, Jin turned to face the sensei.

"Sorry about that; any swordsman living in the Kusajishi slum would have done what I did. But I think I got it." Jin brought his Zanpakuto up parallel with his body, seeing the red glow that it gave off as his emotions continued to pour into the blade.

Jin closed his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out how to release his reiatsu via his Zanpakuto. Whenever he thought of the term Kidou, he always thought of fire. It seemed that people with a heavy battle spirit would be most familiar with fire, so it was all that Jin could think about.

"Reiatsu... Flame... Kidou... Release..." Jin's anger began to whell up again, making his blood boil. It was beginning to work as embers of flame began to come out from the intensified glow around the blade.

"Now!" Jin swung his sword in a semi-broad horizontal arc, sending a minor streamline of fire out into the open air in the shape of a crescent.

"It seems to work alright; anything that could use improvement?" Jin was always trying to better himself, in many ways too. He wanted every edge he could think of to try and top his competitors, and Kidou was no exception.