[DIV] 13th Division Training Grounds

[Ajzale]

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≫≫Akira’s thin frame sauntered onto the awkward arena. The elegant silver strands of his mane flickered in the mountain wind like an enchanted flame. However, the look of apathy remained on his young face. The lieutenant reached up slowly gently touching the scar that marked his face. He could only hope he would not earn yet another mark like this one in today’s session.

He placed his hand to rest on the hilt of his waist mounted blade. He might as well enjoy the scenery until his long time friend and opponent arrived. He saw no reason to get incredibly anxious though the fact that his foe was relatively as strong as he was did make him “itch” a bit.

The thirteenth division captain turned his eyes to the soil. His downcast gaze represented nothing more than his incredible ability to think and observe behind the mask of his apathetic and jaded behavior. It was true; contrary to popular belief, the inner machinations of Akira’s mind were an enigma (lol). Very few had made it passed his steel blunt exterior save for the man he would face today.

One could only hope that this rigorous and tedious training was not in vain. For the sake of those he desired to protect and save, he desperately desired to become stronger. He would not stand to see it again. Meaningless death, it was just as the name implied and thus came his purpose. He had to end it. The sacrifice of the weak and helpless was too much to bear for the lieutenant. After all, it was the very reason he suffered alone in silence for so many years. No, with his power he would carve out a world without this torment and suffering. He just needed to get stronger!

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[Amunankhage]

Without a wasted moment, Aikuro's figure could be seen as he appeared in the cleared area of the mountain, near the edge of the makeshift 'ring'. He stepped lightly down from his shunpo, the sound of his right foot tapping slightly on the gravel lost in the forceful wind. His right hand placed calmly inside his hakama, his left holding his beloved weapon as he lifted his eyes to see his long-time friend. It brought a smile to his face as he watched, taking his free hand and running it through his thick hair before walking forward to his sparring partner.

The beautiful view that lie behind Akira's figure served a grand background for this fight, their first actual spar in ages. His smile lingered as he drooped his head a bit, wondering about the fact that he, to this day, had yet to actually defeat his friend. The smile slowly faded and his teeth clenched as his grip tightened over his sheathed Zanpakuto. He himself had a burning resolve to adhere to; he could not afford to be a weakling. He had made it his destiny to be strong enough to protect those he loved. And here he stood, ready to become stronger with the man before him.

His brand-new lieutenant badge was wrapped onto his arm, showcasing his initial rank to any who cared to see. His slightly altered uniform flowed swiftly in the wind, his hand loosened a bit on his zanpakuto as his thumb lingered just below the hilt. He knew that Akira had landed in the same position albeit he was in a different squad. Without hesitating any further, Aikuro stopped his advance, kicking up a small cloud of dust. "It's been quite some time, Akira-kun... Shall we get started?" The inquiry was nothing more than child's-play. Before Aikuro would know it, they'd be clashing blades once more, this time as true shinigami.

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[Ajzale]

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≫≫Akira’s left eyebrow simply elevated as he listened to the other. He should know by now that Akira was not the type for playful banter. However, being the way he was Akira never truly objected to it. Then again he never expressed his feelings on anything directly. Still, the expression on his face should suffice. He was trying out an expression. These were exercises he often practiced daily in order to feel more “real”. He found it quite insulting that the other shinigami found him to be hard to work with or uncomfortable to be around.

He extracted his katana awkwardly taking the blade up in his left hand. In an instant he lunged off, his speed extending slightly passed his competitor’s. Just before he would deal his powerful fore fronting strike, he immediately used shunpo to shift his position to his opponent’s right. With a powerful swing, he struck at Aikuro’s arm.

His fierce gaze remained fixed on the faux enemy. It was obvious he had no intention of losing here. He had to win. This was yet another step to achieving his ultimate goal. There was no room for failure.

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[Amunankhage]

It was as he expected, not a single moment would be left to the winds. Akira offered no response other than action, which left Aikuro's smile growing back slightly. Akira had quite a ways to go if he wanted to show anyone emotion. As quickly as his smile formed, it quickly vanished, showing all of his curt nature as he slid his right foot back, raising his left hand, sheathed blade still in hand. It was time to pick things up now, and the air of playful banter vanished in an instant. He quickly dropped his routine friendly nature to prepare for a fierce training session.

Akira came at him with a burst of speed, reminding Aikuro of how they used to fight. Without hesitating Aikuro flipped the zanpakuto in his hand. It went from being parallel to the ground to it's hilt facing up and the entire sheathed poised against his arm to block Akira's strike. His sheathed blade was plenty enough to stop a sword strike, and Aikuro was extremely adept at swordplay. He pushed upward to back Akira up to seperate the two, for just a second. Without waiting for a response, Aikuro drew his blade in a flash with his right hand, following through the movement to slash at his opponent's now open chest with speed that was just about on par with Akira.

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