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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:04 am
Mirouni ((Sorry about the wait guys.. I'll try to make a post for this sometime next week, but I'm currently taking a break from role-playing here due to personal issues.)) ((No worries Mirouni, life before Internet. Congrats on becoming the guild lead, btw.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 11:15 pm
((I realize that this is supremely lazy of me, but I don't really care since I'll be quitting this guild once my loose ends here are tied up.
For Tenran, pretend that Kiisho showed you that you spin your sealed weapon in front of you, then stop it and send out the spinning wind. (1 good long post).
For Haien, pretend that Kiisho explained that you need to focus your energy and compress it into an intensely powerful state, then release it in the same manner as Oukasen. (2 posts)
For Enkosen, pretend that Kiisho told you to focus your energy in front of you, expand it, compress it, and give it momentum, then allow it to become a solidified state. (1 post).
And then you'll be done.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:59 am
Now was no time to rest. The moment Captain Kisho had finished his demonstration of the final three Kido that the Shinigami had to learn, was when Kazuma jumped to his feet and prepared to follow. His mind registered the three techniques in his mind, the first was Tenran. Hado 58, a technique that would take a lot more skill than the previous Kidou.
Taking a deep breath, Kazuma closed his eyes and began to imagine his Zanpaku-tou. While doing so, he unsheathed the physical sword holding it up right in his right hand. In his mind he imagined the Zanpaku-tou sitting atop a pedastel, perfectly balanced. That pedastel was Spiritual Energy, keeping the blade afloat in levitation. Slowly he let go of his Zanpaku-tou to find that it was now floating in the air. Shortly afterward Kazuma's right hand moved in. At a slow pace his hand touched the Zanpaku-tou's hilt.
Like a domino the Zanpaku-tou started to tip but it did not lose its position in the air and instead started to spin, its pace increased and increased until the sword became a blur. Kazuma's eyes were barely able to keep up with it but luckily he could still see it perfectly in his mind. Focusing his Spiritual Energy into his hands, Kazuma grabbed the hilt of his Zanpaku-tou, now upside down. He gripped it with his other hand while calling out. "Hado number fifty eight! Tenran!" As the last word left his lips a grand whirlwind sprung forth from in front of his body. The blast soared into the sky, a mighty tornado to fight the deep blue skies.
Sweat dripped from Kazuma's face and his breathing was heavy. But he was determined to continue regardless of his physical condition. He was sure he had enough Spiritual Energy to make the last two techniques count. He just needed to make sure he did not fail, it was pointless if he wasted any of his energy at this point. Next up was Haien.
The demonstrations of the technique sat fresh in Kazuma's mind still and visualizing it wasn't as hard as he'd thought. With his eyes closed and his body in an up-right yet tense state, the Shinigami gripped onto his Zanpaku-tou with a hardened grip. He breathed in, but not out. Keeping his stance firm. Focusing his energy in his right arm completely. He twitched lightly, feeling the withdrawal from all over his body to focus his energy in one area.
In time he raised his right arm, eventually turning it so that his Zanpaku-tou face a horizontal angle in front of Kazuma. After a moment he finally breathed out. "Hado number fifty four! Haien!" Following that he swung the swung the sword through the air and in its place was an oblong rectangular-form of energy. A magnificent purple in colour, it fired off away from Kazuma towards a training dummy in the back of the training ground.
The purple projectile smashed into the dummy, igniting into a great blast of fire upon impact with its target. The ground was left scorched as the Spiritually-conjured fire quickly dissipated. From his tense stance, Kazuma fell to one knee, but he wasn't done yet. He had only one more Kidou to go. Enkosen.
A Bakudo technique that acted as a shield. Kazuma could no longer rely on the mental images from Captain Hayashi's demonstrations as it faded from memory. But he could recall his words. Kazuma placed his Zanpaku-tou's blade against his palm and began gathering up all of his remaining Spiritual Energy, focusing it into his opened left palm and the closed right fist.
He imagined an abnormally large buckler in front of himself. Forcing his Spiritual Energy out from his own body to make a representation of that image. It was a thin transparent looking disk of energy. Shortly after it was compression. The thin disc became smaller but in turn began to look more dense, more full of energy. The next step was momentum. Kazuma imagined the shield as spinning and urged the Spiritual Energy to do so. "Bakudo number thirty nine, Enkosen!" After that he let go. The Spiritual Energy fully left his body, becoming a shield in front of himself. While transparent, its physical presense was obvious.
Kazuma was unsure if it could have held up against an actual attack as it vanished shortly after creation. Unable to hold himself up, the Shinigami fell to the ground, the clangs of his Zanpaku-tou echoed in the air as it hit the ground. At the very least he had finished. And now he could nap.
((Sorry for the length but it seems like I'm the only one here at this point...))
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:47 am
Maikeru layed on the ground watching the poor Shinigami execute Kido after Kido, draining his reserves to the point where he would...yep, he did, to the point where he collapsed from exhaustion. Now that the superior was gone, and one of his fellow students down and out Maikeru decided to have a little fun. A large grin grew over his face as he snapped the dagger off the end of his Zanpakutou's hilt. He held it out in front of himself and willed it to stay in place. With almost a loving carress as he let it go he set it to slowly spinning. Within several moments it slowly picked of speed, and rose in the air slightly, Maikeru's ministrations to its movement were slowly becoming more adept. He smiled as it began to let out a low pitched humming sound, the dagger spinning so quickly it began to vibrate. A second later a high pitched whistle accompanied it as it began consistently slicing through the air with its keen edge.
He stepped back and watched the blade spin for a few minutes on its own momentum, enjoying the sight and noise it was producing. With a final kick with his reiatsu he boosted its speed once more. Now it spun so fast the air didn't have time to rush back into place before the knife was back moving it aside once more. Maikeru calmly reached out and gripped the hilt with a few fingers, "Hado Number Fifty-Eight, Tenran." The small dagger stopped spinning and all of that motion was transferred into the surrounding atmosphere. It quickly spun, and sucked the air in from all around it, forming a horizontal facing tornado that picked up Kazuma's unconcious body and moved it through the air several yards, thankfully setting him down gently. Quite a feat considering the Kido had been cast with a small dagger, rather than a full katana, and he hadn't even been facing the man.
Maikeru sat down in the recently wind-swept dust and closed his eyes as he leaned back, quickly creating a small pillow from his reiatsu. He'd rest for a bit before attempting Haien, then he could leave, after all, he'd long ago learned Arc Shield.
((Edit begins........HERE!!!))
Maikeru sat up and opened his eyes...he had fallen asleep. As he rubbed his eyes he began to ruminate on what may have happened, he hoped the streak for learning kido he had been on was still on. After a few minutes he sat up and quickly stretched, warming up his well rested, although tight muscles. Haien...Haien...Haien...Haien...Haien...Aha! It took longer than he would have liked but he finally recalled the process in which to form what could prove to be a very interesting and useful Kido...The Abolishing Flame eh? A grin cracked in excitement. He looked around, slightly confused as to the deserted and windswept appearance of the place. How long had he been asleep? His long hair danced about in the light breeze as he shook the thought from his head. It was unimportant. Finishing the training and going home for a nap was important! Finally managing to locate a remaining dummy he quickly jogged over and lifted it back into its stand. A few seconds later he stepped back and admired his handiwork, "So its missing an arm or two? It'll do." He quickly jogged back to his place about twenty yards from the manequin.
Feet shoulder width apart he took his stance. Shoulders back, spine aligned, and body perpendicular to the target. Eyes locked but relaxed on the intended point of impact. Slowly, almost of its own accord his arm raised itself from the shoulder, elbow straight and wrist cocked up. Fingers and thumb all stock straight, presenting a flat surface to the eyes of the dummy, were it able to see...and were one of them to not have fallen off at one time or another. The reiatsu quickly built within his gut and surged along the channels they had blasted throughout his system. Good, its not gone. The "valves" quickly shut and the extra drips of energy slowly leaked back into his main reserves of reiatsu. With a few nudges at the budding crescent wedge of energy he managed to instill in it the fiery destruction, utter obliteration the flames would unleash. A second later he had instilled the control and containment that would ensure the decimation went no farther than where he intended. After that it was only a matter of time. The purple disk edged its way out of the center of his palm. His eyes snapped open, "Hado Number Fifty-Four, Haien!" Almost as if rebounding against itself it drew back slightly before rocketing forward. The purple disk spinning through the air. Less than a second passed for it to connect with the dummy Maikeru had chose as his target. A millisecond later it was all in flames. By the end of that first second, there was naught but ashes falling to the ground. Within minutes the wind would have scoured even that away.
He whistled in appreciation, "Abolishing damn right!" With that and a crooked smile he spun on his heel, stuffed his hands in his pockets and proceeded to stride back to his own squad. As he exited a jaunty tune being whistled would be carried back to the training grounds on an errant breeze.
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