Welcome to Gaia! ::

Ryan nodded in approval. "It looks better than the one those idiots at the Academy handed you. As for training, good luck - I have a feeling that training's something you might need, but won't be easy to come by for a while."

Ryan turned back toward 6th Division - he had things to do. "You're dismissed, by the way," he said, before using shunpo and heading back to his own squadron.

Yusei walked in looking around, then leaning against a wall watching the others, resting his hand on his Zanpaku-to.

Bullene enters the training grounds, he scans the room. His eyes glide across the floor, watching the feet scuffle and move as people trained. As he saw Saikou Zenjin throw his katana, he laughed. Bullene's movements changed. In one step, he was in front of the energy blade. Bullene holds out his right index finger. The blade came into contact with his digit and completely stopped in its tracks. Using one spirit particle, he shatters the blade, hitting it at its vertex. In another step, Bullene was towering over the seated recruit. "Be careful of where you send your attacks." Bullene was topless, his muscular frame blocked out the light from above. His legs donned some loose black pants. He was wearing the usual shinigami footwear. No zanpakuto was found on his person. He holds out his hand to Saikou. "I'm Bullene, nice to meet you." He says with a smile.

Saiko Zenjin opens a slit in his right eye. Red can be seen only from the angle he is looked at.
"It would seem someone is in need of a lesson.. I don't know who the hell you think you are, but its not cool to be coming in here in your condition. Technically drinking sake is really fine for whenever, but do you know what freaking time it is? Technically, a dumbass like you shouldn't even be drinkin any Bullene.. Hallucinations of shattering blades. Must be light on mirrors to you.'eh?"

((OOC : i would seriously not try to do anything like that stuff again. usually people's consent would be required for a maneuver like that. its disrespectful to do that after a certain time of someone not posting in that forum to see it))

"As for you, humm, I don't know your name shinigami-sama. 'hide' was it?"

Saiko hops up and kicks his Zanpakuto into the air, returning it to its scabbard.
"Heh, tell me, which Squad are you in?"

Saiko wasn't expecting his attack to be so abrupt, he barely saw a blur of what was happening before his eyes focused to the situation. He merely bent over once he noticed his back was exposed, saving him from the blow landing into his spine.
Wow, this is an akward position. Bent over in front of some random dude...
He took advantage of this angle and just flipped completely into a roll, maneuvering himself sideways by bracing with his elbow, so that he were resulted in ending facing towards his enemy. He then propped himself back up from sliding on his knees to standing up.
"Squad seven, nice. A very practical choice for those into sparring. But it all depends on the person's personality of course."
He shifted his weight to his lower body, digging deep into the dirt.
"Me myself, ah; you'd probably find someone like me in say, Eleven maybe? But alas, my interests led to Nine. 'AAh, anyways, who says we can't all just get along and enjoy the pleasure of battling!?"
He rushed towards Bullene, pushing off, making sure that his weight would be flexible enough to respong to his opponents reaction towards his attack. Even with not knowing his capabilitieshe attacked qnce within reach, throwing a roundhouse kick at his opponent, momentarily suspending him in mid-air.
complete blanace. just pace your damned reiatsu and balance yourself..

Saiko was taken aback with this. He got up and dusted himself off.
So, this is the 7th Squad Captain?
He felt an unhuman chill go up his spine. He was standing in front of one of the most powerful men in the Seretei. It was no wonder the man was not nerved by his reiatsu.
((as for your actions earlier i'm still confused as to their purposes, now knowing your status it just confuses me more))
Either way, he walked closer to the Captain..seeing him reach for his Zanpakuto.
"Well, its better you decided on picking on someone like me instead of a less-worthy newcomer." he said, dashing towards Bullene. He stopped right in front of him, and locked arms with the captain at their elbows, in hopes to keep the weapon sealed. "I can't tell you how much of an honor this is Bullene-sir. Heh, knowing what both of our bodies have told us about our love for battle, and the fact that we happen to meet here..." He whistled. "Perfect timing, 'eh?"
With that, an uneasy grin slid across his face and he threw all his weight to the right, having Bullene's arm locked within his, he used a hip-toss maneuver to hopefully have time to stall while he figures up a proper defense.
Okay, time to start unleashing my Reiatsu, but slowly..!

Jason strode into the training facility, his eyes scanning the distance until he found an unoccupied corner. Sitting down under a tree, he began to meditate. "They said you'd hear a voice when your zanpaktou was ready to release," he thought. "They said I'd hear a name. Well, maybe I'm just not doing it right." He stared long and hard at his sword, just sitting there in its sheath, as if he expected it to do something. "Maybe I need to swing it around a bit," he muttered. He stood, took a balanced stance, and drew his sword. He began with a downward chop, and continued through the forms he had been taught, until he slipped on a slice from shoulder to hip.
"I'm never really going to get the hang of this. What I wouldn't do for a decent saber." Before dying, Jason had been a decorated cavalry trooper in the Confederate army. He had even been good with a saber, even though there had really been no need to use one.
"I don't even have a squad. I have no idea what I'm doing here, or even what I'm supposed to be looking for. They just tell you to 'work on it' until you figure it out. I can get the whole 'everybody's different' thing," he said to no one in particular, "but don't you think there would be some set of loose guidelines!"
"Why yes, yes I do," a mysterious voice said.
"Wait, what? Who are you?" Jason asked frantically.
"You aren't ready to know that yet," the voice said. "But give it time. Just keep doing what you're doing. Eventually, everything will work out."
"But what am I doing right?" Jason continued to ask, even though there was no response. And it was that silence that made him meditate. He sat down again, and focused and focused, but still, his sword only greeted him with silence.