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Kara Iji had left the captains office with orders to train his abilities even further. Personally he found it slightly amusing that the captains now days required their members to continually train. However he was never one to question authority, and would do as he was asked. Quickly he jogged up to the Dojo, quickly he slipped out of his sandals and kicked them to the side neatly, the heals of his shoes where lined with a thicker padding, this would allow him to kick harder and to fall from greater distances without injuring his feet with the initial impact.

The Dojo was once again empty, he entered the building and drew his blade and sliced the area in front of him with one fluid motion. Bushido, it was a Samurai technique used as a disciplinary outline that members of first squad had to follow. He quickly walked to the middle of the dojo. As he reached the center of the room he flurried his blade in a figure eight motion in front of his form, the blade hummed as the air passed by it, then with one quick snap of his arm the blade made a dull clink sound as he pointed it towards the ground. It continued to hum as he shut his eyes and focused his spiritual energy into the center of his being. Letting out a deep breath he allowed his spiritual pressure to rise.

The dust from beneath his feet rushed out with a hiss, and a dust sphere formed around him as he made a bubble of energy around his form. A sign that proved that Kara Iji had a great deal of control over his spiritual pressure for a person of his rank… He waited, the orb continued to spin around him…

A minute passed and he hadn’t moved, then without warning he vanished from view and appeared only eight feet from where he stood but his legs carried him at a dead sprint. His blade held in both hands as he held his body low to the ground, slashing out to his side the blade hovered only a half inch off of the ground, he blurred again but this time twelve feet from where he was once sprinting, as he blurred his blade was also slashed diagonally over his chest that would easily cleave a person in half from ankle to ear. As he neared the wall he pushed his legs even harder.

The wall was only five feet away and it looked like he would run right into it… he disappeared again, appearing crouching on the wall for only a second then appearing ten feet away from the wall spinning with his blade held out in front of him slightly cutting the wood beneath him his figure.

As he spun in the air seemingly flying away from the wall his blade flashed to his side as he curled, and threw out his right arm which was no longer wielding the blade, he held it firmly in his left.

As his hand hit the ground he felt a sharp pain shoot up to his elbow but used the remaining energy from his jump off the wall to throw himself into three front flips. Again his blade held out in front of him as he spun. Quickly he found his balance and hit the ground on his feet and knees, his blade tucked at his side, both hands holding firmly onto the blade as it pointed in front of his figure. It hummed as the energy coursed through it. Quickly he lifted himself into a low crouch, with one quick fluid motion he sheathed his blade and threw out both arms while he grunted, ”SHO!” The air in front of him carried with enough momentum to knock a person completely flat on their back.

Holding out his arms he controlled his breathing through his nose, but quickly felt the need for oxygen within his body grow even greater which caused him to gasp for breath, he let his hands remain in position. Growling he commanded another spell, ”WHITE! LIGHTING!” A spark of electricity charged in a matter of second and a blue bolt of energy shot out and danced threateningly in the air, searching for a target. He held the push of energy for nearly ten seconds before his arms fell to his sides and his hands slightly smoldered and crackled with energy.

Now fully gasping for breath sweat began to bead on his brow and shoulders. Kara Iji had graduated with an achievement of “Most Aggressive Warrior.” This display proved his worth of being a warrior, and his attacks where relentless, he could quickly change from attack, to parry, to defensive to attack again without any flaws. The way he carried himself… was like he held back… Even though he obviously pushed himself as hard as he could, this display was without an opponent.

With every strength needed a weakness, it was the way things were created, Kara was created from a flaw, he was once known as a defected warrior. Now he was simply relearning forgotten techniques, forgotten abilities, and forgotten disciplines.

So what was the weakness for his obvious complete control over all of the Shinigami disciplines? It was simple, Kara was forced with an obsessive drive, a drive to utterly defeat his opponents, he had proven this during the academy, if it wasn’t for the nearby trainers he would have killed many opponents in the practice ring. He was declared a master of every physical discipline before he had actually graduated… He was also labeled a hazard to fellow Shinigami that were forced to practice with him. This was why… he trained alone. Kara didn’t know when to quit… it was as simple as that…

With that he lifted his head and drew his blade, his body begged for mercy but he continued flurrying his blade all around his figure. The blade hummed as he danced it over, under and around his torso and legs. He continued to push himself until he lost grip of his blade and caught his cheek just under his eye. The wound was deep enough to nick bone.

The blade clatter against the wall as he fell to his knees, his spiritual pressure fully drained he looked down to his trembling hands as blood poured from his face. He held a lethal glare, no whimpers of pain but a fury of anger built up in his chest. Standing he quickly stumbled over to his blade and picked it up, he held it out as his arm trembled from exhaustion. The blood now soaking through the top of his Gii; flicking his blade down the blood on his blade hit the ground beside him.

The blood continued to pulse out of his cheek, looking dead ahead at an unseen enemy he grunted as he pushed himself forward, he blurred again but only to appear a mere five feet away and his eyes temporarily fluttered as his vision doubled. His body couldn’t be pushed any longer and he slid to a stop on his stomach a few feet further.

Blood began to pool around his face as he simply half dazed looked again, his heart pounded desperately trying to rejuvenate his tired body, there was no more adrenaline to be pushed into his veins. He wouldn’t bleed to death but it would leave a nasty scar under his eye. Resting for a moment he stood, and took out a small tube from under his jacket.

Popping the cork off with the nail of his thumb he looked absently at his sword that rested beside him, as he applied the white past to his cheek. Completely stopping the pouring blood…

Looking down to the blood on his Gii, neck, and the floor around him; grabbing his sword he sheathed it soundlessly. He simply shut his eyes and began meditating. He could already feel his body slip into a forced unconscious state as he rejuvenated his body and spirit.

He nodded once as the vice-captain repeated what he had said. He stood crouched listening to what he had to say, the other man was strange indeed, he spoke so loudly, it was as if he wanted the entire squad to know that he was speaking do Kara. Though, he still stood, emotionless and unfazed by the man’s words. Slowly he knelt to a single knee.

In fact he had hear of this man, to be honest he always marveled the higher ranks, he used them as guidelines to see what he needed to do to be accepted into such a rank. Kara nodded again as the man informed him that he had in fact watched his training, many captain, and vice-captains had, he had heard the same rumors but at least the captains knew of the real reason for Kara’s prodigy like upbringing. His physical body had once gone through the steps, in a way it was like a refreshment for the already learned moves.

Though he was completely clueless himself, Kara’s body once belonged to Buru Riki, the ex-captain of fifth squad. Daven had ordered to keep all of this information away from Kara… And… to be watched and monitored closely to see if he would go defective once again. His drive was exactly like Buru’s… In so many ways, and in no ways at all, Kara was exactly like Buru.

Looking at the man his feelings of doubt faded quickly with regret, he’d shown undisciplined fighting, he lost control and he pushed himself further than his body could handle, and the vice-captain was victim to his sloppiness. He quickly bowed to all fours, letting his head rest just a half inch from the floor, ”I’m sorry Vice-Captain MockaDash! I shouldn’t have been so uncontrolled.” His eyes shut but his brow was furrowed with anger, his jaw was tightened. He was disgusted with himself, how could he be so reckless!? Sloppy… Uncontrolled… Undisciplined…

Looking up as Mocka proposed a question. He paused and waited, he shook his head gently side to side, ”No Sir, I’m ready for orders.” His eyes where no longer frowned and his face was expressionless until he had said ”…really don’t want to fight a handicapped opponent…” his eyes grew wide with surprise, he swallowed nervously.

Kara simply took in what the man said with ease, knowing that most captains appreciated what he had to offer and how he shown respect in the deepest forms. Looking up at the man no emotions where displayed on his face but inside he was curious what the man was talking about, ”Sir?” He said respectfully but questioningly.

As the man motioned for him to stand Kara simply did just that, his hand hung loosely on the hilt of his wakazashi. As the man spoke the boy dropped and bent his legs in a kendo stance, quickly he drew his blade, flourished it at either side twice before holding it at his opponent. Both hands firmly held onto the short sword, but already he was calculating where to cut the man down, his attacks would be quick but would drop Mock in place… If however, the man didn’t move those calculations would be deadly accurate, but he couldn’t end a fight on this scale so quickly, he’d have to force the vice-captain to move in the direction he wanted, if he could control the direction the fight would move then Kara had a chance that he would come out victorious. If not, then the fight would be a waste of time… This attitude was proof of his determination to win…

As the man’s hand rose, Kara’s vision blurred and time slowed temporarily, his mind already calculating what the man was doing, quickly his strong will kicked in and the boy lunged forward and swiped his blade up towards the arm pit of the vice captain, though he didn’t wish to kill the vice-captain, the attack he was going to perform would have killed Kara, and thus he matched the situation fairly. As he lunged forward he dropped to a crouch so that the attack would be sent right over his head, but a clean miss.

As Kara’s blade sang a bitter sweet hum as it was sent towards the man’s arm pit he lunged forward using shunpo and would flourish the blade in a figure eight motion to slash across the man’s neck, groin, upper thigh, and the back of his skull; that is if the man remained in place…