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Razil sat beside his captain in the same position, closed his eyes, and let his mind drift...

When he opened his eyes, he was in the middle of a great field, covered in grass and a few sparse, gnarled trees. The sun was setting and tinge the sky crimson, almost angry-looking. Then he actually looked around and noticed a great battle had taken place here.

The plain was covered in bodies, gutted, beheaded, drawn, quartered, many horrific things had happened here, and the blood...oh the blood...it was everywhere, splashed on the grass, in the trees, even the plants were tinged red from drinking so much.

It was then that Razil noticed something strange, there were no weapons. Oh, the bodies all held a weapon of some sort, but as for the weapon that had killed them, there wasn't a trace. After a quick analysis, Razil surmised, extraordinarily, that the same weapon had killed all the warriors, which would lead one to believe that one person had killed them all.
Impossible... he thought There are hundreds, no thousands here...to have killed so many....

He walked around the field, picking up weapons of the fallen and examining their expression, some had surprise, some had fear, but there were some that had a look of absolute horror, as if all the demons of Hell had been set upon them alone.

Razil walked a little further, when noticed a clearing...no...a circle in the bodies, a small space where no body lay, and from the circle a sword sprouted from the ground. It was slightly longer than most katana, and it was jet black except for the handle which was threaded in the palour of blood. He reached out in awe, sure that this was the weapon that had killed so many, a true Holy Grail for someone like him, a weapons master. He squeezed the hilt and felt a pulse that was completely alien...and yet...familiar...he pulled and the blade came free easier than he thought it would, and it was much lighter than it looked. There was an inscription along the blade, but every time he tried to read it, it blurred in front of him, and he had to give up.

He held the sword gingerly, as he stepped from the circle, when a form appeared in his peripheral vision. His head snapped up and he held his new sword in a guard position. In front of him stood a dark figure, wrapped completely in black and wearing a dark cowl. Two piercing black eyes leered from the shadows of the cowl, a shiver ran through Razil's spine as he held onto the sword. A dark voice, sounding like decay and death came from the cowl "What are you going to do with that sword boy, kill me?" He laughed again. "I control this world, and so everything in it is mine..." The sword disappeared from Razils surprised hands and appeared suddenly in the gloved hands of the stranger. He was all of a sudden right in front of Razil and the sword's tip was at his gullet. Razil froze in fear, but remained calm.

"Death, blood, destruction, vengeance, it is all mine. I did this..." he motioned towards the bodies "and so much more...and you have the gumption to come in here and pick me up, nothing said?" He laughed again. "What do you want of me, boy? Why do you disturb my blood-soaked sleep?" Razil composed himself and looked at the creature dead in the eye. "You know who I am, you have been with me all my life. I have come to claim my true blade, so that I may train, and in doing so become the best weapons master I can be, the best weapons master in all of Souls Society...but I cannot do it alone." He acknowledged, bowing slightly. The laugh came again "Damn right you cant, and thats why you need me...eh?" Razil nodded, wondering what the creature would do.

"Do you swear to give your life to this sword, your sweat, your blood, your very soul? I will grant you great power...with training and discipline. You must slay many enemies and let me drink their blood, and eventually...I will give you my ultimate power. Do you accept?" Again, Razil nodded. "I accept, and all the responsibilities that entails.

The creature nodded in acceptance. " Good, then know my name..." The sword appeared in a black sheath on Razil's back, swirling in out of a dark reiatsu. "My name, boy remember it well, it is..." His mind went dark, he woke up sitting next to the Captain in the Dojo, a new weapon strapped to his back.

"I found him sir, I found the soul of my Zanpakuto!" He drew the blade form his back, he could now read the inscription:
"The sharp edge falls, the guarding shield screams, he cannot stand. I am the destroyer of worlds, heavens, minds, lives, fear my cry, Katana Fungeki

"Katana Fungeki..."Razil murmured, admiring the black blade as the sun glinted off of it.

"Oh, thats fun." Razil muttered. He eidn't caremuch though, he was glad he had his unique Zanpakuto finally. "So, what now, do I sit in the Lotis position for 20 to 30 years?" He cast a wry grin at his Captain, hoping he wouldn't take offense.

Razil looked at the Captain, thoughts spinning in his head. "As it turns out, I am sparring with your Lieutenant at the moment, and I plan to train even harder now. ((see the Arrancar incident in the wedding thread)) I will fight to exhaustion, my only goal is complete mastery of all weapons, and so I must train. I thank you for your help, Captain, is there anything else you wish to tell me?"

"You speak to me as if I were a child." He said, smiling braodly, he walked out of the Dojo, a new sword on his back and a new resolve in his head.

((thats it, im going to bed. Goodnight, Captain, thanks for taking the time))

Razil stepped into the familiar space of the Dojo, where only a day before he had found his unique Zanpakuto. He saw Moka standing there, looking bored, and decided to take his Captains advice about fighting.
"Hello Mocka-San, you seem to be wanting some action, and I need to train myself with my new sword, would you care to spar with me?"

((you specify the number of posts, anything is good for me blaugh ))

(( Just FYI. Post count is generally used in a competition. It gives a start and a finish, and then the combat is judged on roleplaying. In a training bout between friends, you don't have to do a post count. ))

Daven shunpoed into the dojo.

"HALT!"

He waited for them to stop their back and forth sparring.

Once he had their attention, he gave them both their orders:

"Report to Tansen Tsurugi to deploy to the Real World."