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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 5:54 pm
An area much like the rest of Hueco Mundo, the place where Asuma stood was one of the various sandy dunes that completely covered the area outside of his Castle, his Home, Las Noches. However, this Dune was much different from the rest. The color of the sand that Asuma stood on was jet black, the dune covering an area of about half a mile in width. The place was chosen especially for this particular battle. After all, it was the first time Asuma was testing out the strength of one of his creations, one of the future Espada that would help him level that hateful place he had once called home. The place that had now cast him out for something that had once been out of his control. With his new power, and the power of his creations, Soul Society would fall.
And so, waiting upon this Dune, Asuma waited for the first of many he would soon be fighting alongside.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:19 pm
His creator? His God? The question's prodded his brain, attempting to shed light upon the fact. This individual had not created him, but had provided a gift, or was it a gift? He was quite content in his original hollow state and despite the surge of power and new found abilities, he could not help but wonder how his inner would handle this new dimention that had fused with his prior being. Pondering, he continued to drudge through the resistance provided by the radiatant sand. He was so self absorbed in his thoughts it was only until he was within 100 paces that he noticed the figure. Yes, it was his facilator of power, the red eyed mastermind. As he finally reached the destination situated upon the top of a dune, he went through the formalities of introducing himself to his new leader.
Standing arms crossed, with passivity on his face, he spoke."Hello Asuma. I do believe I know the reason for my being here. It would seem you wish to test how good your abilities as a inventor are. Let me say though, you have not invented me, but have provided a doorway to new powers. I will serve with you that is clear, do not however expect me though to change who I am." Maintaining the same stance and unemotional display he awaited for Asuma's words.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:27 pm
Smirking, Asuma couldn't see Dharma's face, but he could imagine the look he had on it right now. While no, he had not created him, per se, Asuma still thought of the arrancar as his creations, almost, his children. He wouldn't want them to change, no. They were fine how they were, better than fine. While he didn't consider them perfect, nothing was. Simply standing there, Asuma's blood red eyes closed, the two cross-like tattoo's on his eyes sealed his eyes closed. after all, what was the point of letting them be seen if they could not be used? Well, back to business. "My child, I know I did not create you. I simply gave the the power to grow. I do not expect you to change. I encourage individuality within these ranks we will create. You being the first of my many to be children, I simply wanted to see how you fare against me."
Smiling now, Asuma simply stood there, his hands moving into his pockets. "The only thing I ask is to not step outside the ring of black sand. Use as much or as little power as you wish. I, however, will not hold back if you are. You may make the first move, child." And so, Asuma stood there, his joy overflowing inside, and yet none of it showed on his face. He would not show any emotion, not yet. He did not know the extent of the Arrancar's growth. He never planned any of this out, anyway. He just simply went with what was given to him. It was time to see the fruit of his labors.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 6:40 pm
Hearing the reply from Asuma he was pleased to know behind his active mind their was wisdom as well. The wisdom to use reason and understand implications of acts. His acts of providing power to such beings as himself, one could not conclude it would serve a benefit. One could easily not accept him, although they likely would suffer consequences in turn. He was undaunted by having to face Asuma, a clearly poweful individual. The paths had converged to bring forth this situation and it was beyond his power to cleave those paths. They were threads already in place that would pave his destiny.
Unfolding his massive arms he dropped them to his side as he closed his eyes. "I knew very well that this time would come, and I am ready. I shall demonstrate what you desire to see." Eyes still closed he called upon his zanpakuto Matardiose, to share this experience with him. The steel anvil rose steadily within his grasp, giving the indication of what would ensue shortly.
Within an instant he proceeded to Sonido, not to the exact location Asuma was standing upon but to his left. As his body began to pass Asuma, he had already begun to swing his Anvil with his left arm, shoulders extended backwards, veins protuding, his swing forward was rather powerful. It was well documented that his brute physical strength was rather unmatched, no other could wield a 200 pound anvil as he did, light as a feather. His swing forward was aimed directly for the torso as this was the least agile portion of the body. As he continued forward his right hand was already motioning across his body as his fingers prepared to launch a Bala that would pierce with ease. Asuma wished for a test, he was happy to oblige.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 7:04 pm
The anvil ripping through Asuma, a red substance flew with the anvil...but it was not blood. The afterimage quickly dissolved into reiatsu, flowing in the wind. While Dharma's raw physical power was something to be reckoned with, Asuma's speed was unmatched, in both Las Noches and in Seireitei. Maneuvering under and around Dharma's anvil, Asuma didn't draw his weapon yet, but his hands moved from within his pockets. Smiling to himself as he moved around Dharma, unseen by the eye, Asuma's reiatsu didn't even raise. Come once more into the world, Fureikon. Teach them, Meijin. Releasing his shikai, Asuma quickly gathered some of the reiatsu he had used for his dodge to make a blade looking exactly like the one he used, while his shikai quickly activated, forming metal gloves onto his hands as he pulled them from his pockets. He would test Dharma's power to the limit by his own.
As soon as Asuma was behind Dharma, he 'saw' how he was positioned, left arm holding the anvil, while the right went across his chest. Behind him was the best position. With both arms already in use and going different ways, it would be very hard to move in the position Dharma was in without being hit by at least some of what Asuma was about to do. "Tentoo Funbetsu*" His right arm flying forward, Asuma's punch would feel like Dharma's own hammer was flying right at him at full speed, though in a much more condensed form. With this move he could break through even the strongest hierro with his bare hands, shattering the skin and bone like paper. Asuma would see how his children worked when the odds were against them.
[*Heaven's Judgment]
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 7:21 pm
As his swing transcended the space between himself and Asuma it did not reach its destination but simply traversed on, along the uninhibited path provided by the air. Asuma's figure no longer remained but the glint of red as he had moved, demonstrated a direction towards his backside. The brushing wind from the energy release of such a maneouver was also an indication and although his momentum put him in a precarious situation he could avoid what he knew about.
The release of reaitsu from the direction of his backside was all the confirmation he needed to know the location of Asuma. Although the speed was clearly one he could not match in such a state, Asuma had provided his location, it would be his mistake. The surge of energy approached him as his back body was still attempting to coral the momentum created by such a strike. As it approached he managed to begin to roll his body towards its right, placing his back out of direct alignment from what was coming. As another precaution he called out Hierro to reinforce his body to minimize the threat of damage if he received a direct hit. He felt the brushing of a metallic object, generating extreme force begin to hit his backside. As he had turned the majority of the energy from the attack was dispersed as the fist continued along the pathway of his back, instead of pinpointing it's strike in one location. He continued his turn maneouver and with his right arm having concentrated the energy to perform a bala. he released its might, as he extended outwards from his rotation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:54 pm
Continuing forward, Asuma used the momentum from his punch to fly forward, quickly turning as he slid along the black sand. With the bala being fired at him, Asuma saw it, the green reiatsu-in his sight, at least. The combination of the shinigami blue and the hollow red showed him the presence of a vizard of arrancar, the latter being a slightly lighter color like lime, allowing him to tell the difference between vizard and arrancar. With the bala exploding as soon as it came in contact with him, kicking up smoke and hiding his form.
Within seconds however, a ball of crimson and black reiatsu flew from the smoke, causing it to dissipate and show what had happened. As soon as the bala had flew at him, Asuma had raised his left hand, using the metal gauntlet as a shield, the bala exploding and moving past him harmlessly, though leaving the gauntlet smoking for a second. At the same time, Asuma had raised his right hand, putting his index and middle finger in the form of a gun shape, his thumb the trigger. Firing his reiatsu quickly forward without having to concentrate hard. After all, it had been a move Asuma had created long ago, able to quickly master it. It was comprised of his own reiatsu surrounding a much more condensed ball of his zanpaktou's reiatsu, the inner ball the actual attack while his own reiatsu acted as a shell. If the outer shell was destroyed or cut, the inner ball would immediately explode unless otherwise controlled. It moved about half the speed of a bala, though it was easily more powerful. Asuma intentionally left himself standing there. Dharma was interesting. It would be better to see him in a close quarters battle, and so Asuma would make him come to him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:15 pm
The well place bala had hit his target but as he knew already it was not of concern to Asuma. The intention was rather to allow him the time to perform his release. It was not known to him what honor Asuma held, therefore he knew not whether he would simply take advantage of small opening that occured when one released. The release was typically a gigantic display but he knew that no artful displays needed to make an impression in this fight. It was merely a test of ones faculties to fight and despite not willing to fully commit to the physical confrontation, he knew what needed to be done.
With a quick whisper he spoke the words that would allow him to display a portion of his true strength. Matiardose! desatar! seis senderos hacia la salvación eterna As Asuma continued his movement past him his transformation was complete. His once ragged wear now displayed a more appropriate attire for one of his power. The white silk robe extended down his frame, skimming the darkened sand surface. His chest now bore the first marking tattoo as Ganesh had awakened.
As quickly as his transformation had occured, Asuma was already on the attack once more. The smoke caused from the hit of his Bala had dissapeared and now a ball of energy was headed his way, not quite the speed of his Bala but it felt more powerful. Assuming a defensive stance he raised the Anvil, extending his straightened arms outwards. He knew his anvil could handle such an impact but is whether or not the physical strength he possessed could coral the backlash from the explosion. As the ball hit his anvil it immediately exploded sending a rushing of energy exponentially outwards. Despite his massive bulk and being firmly planted within the sand he was sent hurtling backwards in an uncontrolled manner.
In the split seconds he lost his stance and was sent airborne a second tattoo had been drawn across his chest. Hanuman had also been awakened. In such a state being airborne was a blessing, rather than a hinderance. He quickly stabilize his position using his control of the air around him and went directly at Asuma. He proceeded to launch a Gran Rey Cero, and as soon as it formed he was on the move again.
His body in such a stage was well beyond the typical Sonido speed and he wished to use it to his advantage. He ventured overhead Asuma towards his backside. He would clearly see where he was position but he did not mind his only intention was to prevent the escape route. If Asuma chose to avoid by moving backwards or to the sides he would use the gust of winds that circulated around him to push him back in the direct path of the blast. It was certainly time he displayed more of the offensive.
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