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The moment Aizakku saw movement of any kind that was not his own, he threw his torso to the side to cause a spin. He hadn't realized Bob had grabbed his collar until just before the spin, which was very convenient for Aizakku. The spin not only brought Aizakku directly to his feet, which had been the plan in the first place, but momentarily trapped Bob's hand. Aizakku took the chance to grab his wrist, wrapping around with both hands, suddenly letting his legs buckle underneath as he sent himself beneath Bob by attempting to pass between his legs. Aizakku's knees were up so that if Bob brought his legs together or somehow moved he would still be harmed or hassled. By centering his weight he would add momentum and end up still taking Bob's arm with him.

"None of that crap the Captain would pull... None of that crap the Captain would pull please..."

Aizakku's legs shot out to the side to stop himself from crashing into another zanpakuto. He let out a little cry as he saw how close he was. Backing up and letting Bob un-trap his hand from his collar, he spoke at a slightly higher volume as he said: "What is it with this Squad and trying to hit people or specifically me, in the crotch!?"

Afterward, Aizakku let out a sigh of relief though as he calmed down. "I thank you too, though I don't think we did exactly what the Captain had in mind. Ah ha..." Aizakku trailed off, silently agreeing with Bob. Though he was cheating a little, Aizakku's own zanpakuto was lying on the ground a little ways away. He glanced up at Bob, "Then what do we do now?" Aizakku had no idea, should they start again, watch the others, take a nap?

Aizakku gave a sad little look at Bob for a moment, he was a lot of help, wasn't he? Taking his advice, Aizakku decided to try and train a little by himself. He didn't have the nerve yet to approach anyone else and ask if they would help. But he still wanted to work on his unarmed combat, hopefully to avoid getting hurt so badly against the Captain again.

As he wandered his way back over to where his zanpakuto was, he sighed a little. He wanted to stay close to it, he loved his zanpakuto. As he actually thoroughly stretched this time, he started to imagine enemies around him. It took him a moment to get everyone's story straight. After that, he was spinning around and kicking and punching air all over the place. He likely wouldn't dare leave unless someone else left first, or unless the Captain came back to dismiss them.

Rokera still sat there, wondering why Svetlana seemed to be ignoring him. It was to the point where he was beginning to think it was a joke, but then again, this was Svetlana. She didn't joke.

Rokera turned at the noise of his captain. Did he just really ask if he wanted to spar? Rokera's heart did a backflip. Of course he did! Out of all the people here, he could learn the best from his captain. Running over to his captain, he bowed quickly, overjoyed. "Yes, Bull-taicho, it would be an honor to spar with you." He looked around. The area seemed open enough for a spar right now, but he wasn't sure. "Bull-taicho, is this a suitable place to spar?"

"Yes sir."

Sinking down into an opposite stance of his captain, Rokera took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally. His left hand was forward, along with his left foot. You could technically say the stances were opposite, but the advantage was that they both had their mass on the same side.

Sprinting forward, he cocked his left hand back, powering up for a solid strike towards the head. Moving at full speed, it seemed as if he was trying for a suicidal lunge.

At the last second, he grounded his left foot. The hand whizzed by, directed to the right, giving him a boost of momentum. Spinning around, his right fist balled, the added momentum swung around in a spinning back knuckle. The speed had multiplied greatly, due to the added momentum of his hips and his fake strike.

In his mind, he was just hoping to get close. The training worked in theory, but this was his first test. A baptism of fire, one could call it. It was either hit or miss, and Rokera was determined to hit.

Kusari bounced lightly along to the training ground singing alound to the swish of the sake bottle tied to his obi. "Sho-sho- Shojo-Ji, Shojo-Ji no niwa wa, Tsu-tsu-tsuki yo de minna dete koi koi koi! Oira no tomodacha, pon poko pon no pon." He removed the bottle and took a swig as he continued onward down the road. "Makeru na, makeru na, oshosan ni makeru na, koi koi koi koi koi koi, minna dete koi koi koi!" He bursted out laughing as he reattatched the bottle and did a cartwheel. "Sho-sho-shojo-Ji, shojo-Ji no hagi wa, tsu-tsu-tsuki yo ni, hanazakari. Oira wa ukarete, pon poko pon no pon." He pressed off at the last moment and kicked into the air, landing and spinning. "Silly Tanuki." He took an iron horse stance and pretended to beat upon a giant pair of testicles. "Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum." He burst out laughing once more as he restarted the song, "Sho-sho- Shojo-Ji, Shojo-Ji no niwa wa, Tsu-tsu-tsuki yo de minna dete koi koi koi! RAH!"

The outskirts of this area was very like Naito's past when he was child, but it was very dead quiet as the wind begin to blow every stronger and loud then before. "My exact timing to be here is very not pleasing but I must bare what I could do." Naito said as he gave himself a quick chill of a quick flashback of his past. Everything was not exactly as Naito would plan but taking each pain would tell him that if he gave up, his life would be in more danger. "If anyone is listening to me here and now then feel free to listen," Naito gave a quick pause taking a deep breath, "If you were welling to risk your life, who would it be for and why?" Naito was clueless in what he was doing but he was sure that he would find the answers to becoming valuble to his family name.

Kuma walked slowly through the dirt covered grounds with zanpakto in hand, occasionally having a sip of his drink he continued to venture deeper into the open terrain. "Here we go, this is perfect" Kuma smiled to himself as he stretched slightly and tilted his head left and right, waiting for a click each time. Moving his feet apart he shifted into the earth pose, zanpakto out infront of him, one hand on the hilt, other on the sheath. "Are you ready buddy?"

"Arrrrrrgggghhhhhh!"Letting out a roar he quickly slid his zanpakto from its sheath, seperating the two he leapt forward into the now clear space. He landed on one knee with his head down and his zanpakto behind him. Pushing to his feet he slashed across with his blade before countering with the sheath dragging it in the opposite direction, whilst finishing the attack he shifted his hand to hold his zanpakto in a reverse grip as he yanked it upwards through the air, adding a jump. Falling to the ground he dropped his body low as he moved his leg in a sweeping motion, followed by a thrust from his foot in an upward kick, he then finished by twisting it into an axe kick and pulled it down slamming it into the ground.

Returning his zanpakto to the sheath he began to breathe slightly heavily. "That was quick" He paused to regain his thoughts as he took another drink. Kuma tied his zanpakto to his robes as he made sure his hand wraps were tight enough. Moving back into stance he began to shadow spar, punching threw the air, moving from hooks and uppercuts to straights and jabs, with the occasional elbow, knee and backfist. This lasted for quite some time as Kuma continued to work on tieing his moves together more fluently.