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Junichiro's mumbling stopped, but he still lay motionless on the floor; Out of the blue Junichiro appeared to have flipped up from the ground, while in mid air he then unsheathed his zanpaku-to. Clenching it in both hands upside down, Junichiro dropped down attempting to stab down into Matsu from above; On a closer inspection, if anyone had the time to notice, Junichiro was still asleep while doing all of this, while asleep Matsu, just speaking the word's 'juni' and 'spar' caused a subconciouse trigger mechanism making him lash out while still remaining out cold.

((Well done there Matsu.....You just HAD to go and say that did'nt you stare ))

Somewhere in the back, Nicholas gasped dramatically.

"No way..."

"Juni-chan...but of course...it was so simple...So much annoyance in just 3 syllables..."

(15 seconds later)

"JUNI-CHAN!" Nicholas cried out from behind his mask. Gone was his standard robe, sword and hat, but replaced now with a cheerleading outfit that had a giant "J" on it, as he jumped up and down, waving his pom-poms like...well, like a retard really.

"I haven't forgotten you either, Mat-chan!"

There was a flash, and his cheerleading outfit was replaced with a new one, this time with a giant "M" on it.

Behind Nicholas was Melon Lord, also dressed up as a cheerleader, and a stick with Greyskull attached to it. Both Melon Lord and Greyskull had their legs raised in the air, replicating that strange kick cheerleaders do that lets you see their underpants...

Underpants...

Junichiro, while still asleep, crashed into the floor, the attack split the ground around him; He then turns while mumbling grunts and groans at where Matsu and Nicholas was and began to make his assault in that direction randomly flailing his right arm around. His Zanpakuto cut the air causing sharp splitting wind screetches as he drew nearere to the two; when only a few meters away Junichiro jumped above the two and made an attempt to plummet down ontop of the two while randomly slashing in his sleep.

((Nicholas, Junichiro is not jumping on you guys....He is above you ready to slash his way down at you.....in his sleep sweatdrop ))

He got up and flicked Nicholas' forehead. "Sorry, but be more careful of what you call us next time." He turned to Junichiro. "Can't you go back to sleep already?!" He faced towards him and began to tackle him in an attempt to stop him from attacking Nicholas.

((Well, I'm off to China tomorrow...))

Nicholas rubbed the forehead of his mask in mock pain, putting on a baby-like voice as he complained.

"Maa~Matsu-senpai, you don't have to hit so hard..."

He tilted his head back, staring up at the blue sky while Matsu dealt with the half-conscious Junichiro.

"Ne, why don't you just hit him with a hado...that'll wake him up..."

((Aaand, there's my last post for the month. See ya later in January guys...))

One Whole Month.

It had been one, long month since he had last stood in the small corner of the training grounds of Squad Three that he called his home, his area of solitude, where he came to train, meditate and reflect on his Way.

The faint murmurings of Falconer echoed gently in his head as he re-set his tent, and cleared away the foliage that had gathered in his absence. Dry leaves, twigs and sticks he kept for the night's fire. He wanted his first night home to be a celebration of course: A nice fish with Hollow Blood Tea made his mouth water slightly as he continued his work.

His bag of goods was stored away neatly, before Nicholas unstrapped the large longsword from his back, feeling its familiar weight nestle in his hands, as he swung, focusing more on correcting his form than brute strength.

He had worked himself up to a light sweat when he put his sword away and began on his kidos. Several beginner spells would had to be revised greatly, but it was his newer Hado, number 31 that received the majority of his focus for the remainder of the day.

Again and again, he practiced, chanting the incantation until it was ingrained into his memory, firing the same Shot of Red Fire until his hands smelt of smoke and his face felt like it was covered in ash. Nicholas cursed Ti for breaking his mask in their fight, he had grown insanely fond of it, not only did it make it impossible to read his emotions, it also meant that s**t like this didn't happen.

That night, Nicholas settled down and meditated, feeling his reiatsu swirl around his body. Dryly, he noted that it was insanely lucky he had so much of it, his control used to be s**t after all. It was amazing what months of training could do to ones physical and mental being. Sure, he wasn't exactly Mister ******** on Steroids with a raging 6 pack on top of another 6 pack and insanely large biceps that looked bigger than his ******** HEAD, but his regular training had a positive effect on his body.

His stamina had increased, the small amounts of baby fat that hadn't been depleted from Academy training, puberty (he died when he was 16, technically puberty wasn't over for him yet) and starvation had been replaced with lean muscle. He felt stronger, and more faster than ********" He concluded, taking a bite of his fish, before crinkling his nose and spitting it out.

"Ah...so that's why I hate seafood..."

The comment was directed to Falconer (who nodded in polite agreement) and Greyskull, whose empty sockets stared back at him.

"Grim...I really do need a girlfriend don't I?"