The soft click of a lighter soon following a soft tap of someone's hand striking the side of the entrance way. A gruff looking male soon casually strolling in, a lit pipe held between his teeth as he partially sneered while looking across the area. It was a desolate, unused space that most did not seem to come to unless they were a member of the eleventh division or simply a soul reaper aiming to develop themselves specifically in a manner involving swordsmanship or hand to hand combat. Yet from the looks of the area itself, he could immediately tell that it was still getting little use. Chuck sighs openly while fully committing to entering this area and drawing the pipe away from his lips in order to release a puff of smoke out and into the room. His cold gray eyes scrolling over the area again as he strolled forwards towards the training area for swordsmanship and grits the pipe between his teeth once again.
"Well alright then. Guess using the dummies here will be good enough, until an actual dummy shows up." With one final step getting him within distance of one of the dummies, he stops in a rather casual yet slightly rigid pose and gripping one of the sheathed blades at his waist. His cold gray eyes snapping onto the dummy, as he shifts his grip across the hilt of the weapon and in a flash, draws the zanpaktou from it's sheath. The blade slicing across the dummy, and then immediately returning to it's sheath in a flash as he once again releases a sigh and turns around to begin walking away across the room and away from the dummy. A loud thump would soon be heard in the empty dojo. The dummy that he had just struck, falling to the ground in two pieces as he casually takes a seat and leans back a little to rest against the nearby wall.
Taking yet another puff of the pipe between his lips, he closes his eyes and tilts his head upwards slightly while thinking over what it was he needed to accomplish here after all. His goal of returning to the Soul Society in order to finally master this particular blade's Bankai form and allow him to finally advance to a new degree of strength.
"You've been given a taste of strength, yet you still refuse to accept a form of combat other then your one slice move?" "Quiet down will you. Unless you're going to finally reveal something new and let me become stronger. I don't need to hear from you. Show me the skills you're hiding." "You're funny. You don't even use my skills as is, and you want me to give you more? Ha!" "How about, we just get the Bankai form released for my access.. And I'll strike a deal. Eh?" Chuck asks, his portion of the conversation simply being spoken aloud to the empty dojo. Yet silence was had even within his mind as he casually waits in an empty space for whatever it was he was speaking to, to respond to his requests.
"Well? What do you say?" He asks aloud again, grinning almost wickedly at the trickery he was planning to get to where he wanted to be.
"Alright. We can have this deal. But I set the demands.." A sinister chuckle resounded throughout Chuck's mind, as he visibly winces before his features grow back to a stone cold exterior once again.
"Deal."He grins expectantly, while shifting slightly in the seat in order to sit up a little better. His eyes still shut, and the pipe hanging partially from his lips as he releases smoke from around it.
"You and I.. Will become one.. Do not worry though, we will gather further power that you can use with your swordsmanship skill sets." Chuck's eyes snap open momentarily in a mixture of both confusion and shock. How were they supposed to 'become one' anyway? They were already essentially partners in arms. Yet his zanpaktou spirit seems to believe that they could become closer or more powerful with this plan? Chuck slowly closed his eyes once again and settled himself more comfortably in the chair.
"Deal. But if whatever plan you have doesn't work the way you think it will.. That's your loss not mine." "Of course. Though I'd hate for you to expect my idea to fail, after all, it will not. Consider yourself, mine." The zanpaktou spirit says finally, as a wave of information would suddenly rush through Chuck's mind, as he reeled forwards in both surprise and pain. By the time the information had been finished being sent into his mind, he opened his eyes to see himself standing in what appeared to be an inverted sand covered environment with what at first appeared to be a western theme. Yet soon he noticed that the sand and other things he had noticed at first, appeared to drip with a strange black liquid before that liquid became sand once again, dripping into the sky that was above his head.
"I've been here a few times already because of you. But hell, this place is both familiar and weird, every time." "Well that bit is basically your fault anyway. We can deal with that in time, when we gain more power in the future. But once you've mastered everything I've given you.. We will finally be one step closer to my goals for us." "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Lets just get out of here and get on with what I need to do next. It's been nice, but there's been quite a few notifications going on. And based on who's involved, it looks like it might be some fun to deal with." Chuck says as he chuckles and opens his cold gray eyes, looking around the empty room once again, he shook his head and rose to his feet. Removing the pipe from his mouth to tap the remains of the ashes onto the ground, he reached into his clothing to retrieve the tobacco pouch hidden within and adding more to the pipe and placing it into his mouth, before lighting it once again and then turning to head from the building and back out into soul society once again. He really didn't seem worried about whatever this rather sinister zanpaktou spirit he possessed had planned for him, after all the knowledge and power that the weapon supplied only further guaranteed him the options he expected and the plans he held for himself in the future. Chuck rested a hand upon the zanpaktou at his waist, casually shifting his grip and soon drawing the blade in a smooth motion once again directly across the door that he was planning to exit out of. The weapon emerging for only a moment, before becoming sheathed once again as he took a single step forward, rose his leg and kicked the bottom portion of the door out and into the streets beyond. The top half falling to the ground in a secondary crash.
"It's about time I go and see how the First Division is doing with my absence, don't need them growing soft like how the rest of the divisions sound.. Hi clan killing Sanada.. Ha. Maybe they'll take each other out for this." He raises a hand rubbing his chin before releasing a puff of smoke around the pipe in his mouth. Lowering his hand, Chuck slowly began to walk away from the dojo and back towards the his division.
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