Welcome to Gaia! ::

The desolate remains of what was once a part of soul society. It was set a flame in a hollow attack many years ago. The smoke still flows out from the caves below.

A place of training and reflection for Kusari. There is the burnt houses, an open field with a large fissure leading to the burning mines and a light patch of forest just past that. The landscape is as different as the phases of Kusari's life.



Currently training in:


Flash Style Hakuda -- Working on lvl 3

Shunpo -- Done
Shunko -- N/A

Bakudo 1-30 -- DONE! -- Perfected
Bakudo 31-60 -- DONE! -- Not Perfected
Bakudo 61 - 99 -- 33% done -- Not perfected

Hado 1-30 -- DONE! -- Not perfected
Hado 31 - 60 -- 66% done -- Not perfected

((I dunno when exactly I'll get the time the to post but hopefully soon smile ))

Kusari began to sink back into the world of Kokuangyo. He was surrounded by a thick black liquid, and yet he could see well enough to see the spots of red within it. He thought back to when he first arrived in this odd sanctum and how he panicked at the idea of not being able to move in this thick goo. He honestly believed he was drowning when it happened and as the panic and fear mounted that giant serpents eyes flashed before him and a second later he was being constrained by the beast.

Back when he first released his shikai he had been disappointed at the english double sword that had appeared. The european piece of crap was difficult and awkward to wield, and had it not been for the discovery of its hidden chain later on in that fight he very well may have forsaken that damned blade, but the chain gave Kokuangyo its appeal. It became everything that Kusari was the moment it bared its teeth. He remembered the moment well.

Kusari had driven his blade into the gillians skull, he was weak and the gillian had just called in its friends. The original plan was to remove the blade and attack the next menos, but instead the blade remained implanted in the hard white skull of the hollow behind him as he leaped to the next and drove the second blade into it before the chain began to withdraw and crashed the two hollows into each other. The other three were quickly dispatched in a similar method before an adjuchas called for the attention of the four shinigami present.

He had yet to be so proud as that day, and had since taken comfort in the realm of the Bringer Of Darkness. He felt like a babe submerged in amniotic fluid. Nothing could harm him. The world was at peace. A pulse shot through the liquid as the great serpents belly lifted Kusari to the lone island in Kokuangyo's world, and a familiar face stared down at him.

"Hahahahaha The little human wants to become stronger. Tell me, do you still consider yourself a master swordsman? Hahahaha" The laughter was deep and seemed to ring throughout Kusari's body. "Or is that why you are learning other techniques boy? Am I not strong enough for the almighty Kusari? Hahahahaha."

Kusari stumbled to his feet, the goo was very real in this world, a very heavy. "No Kokuangyo, and your jokes do not amuse me. You saw what those demons did to ..."

"Hahahaha Demons!? You call those pathetic fools demons? They may be all mighty in the realm of shadow, but remove them from that and they have nothing."

"They sealed you Kokuyangyo, and I cannot risk that happening again. There are many shinigami arts I need to learn before I can truly master your pow ..."

"Hahahahah You will never master the great leviathan of darkness boy, you are far to weak, and that will never change."

"But it will change, and I will master you one day. I gave you my blood on that promise."

"A murderers blood is merely a snack for the moment, it is neither delectable or fulfilling. Prove it to me and come back when your stronger."

Kusari was thrown from Kokuangyo's world and left to contimplate the thought of who his instructor could be.

Kusari moved, releasing the kagedo, which had apparently not been effective. He disbanded the shroud of darkness as well and took to his feet. "Das hängt ab, wer fragt. Russe." His voice sounded exhasted and annoyed with distinct dictation in every word, "But I would never judge a single sheep just because the rest of the flock has disappointed me." Kusari finally opened his eyes and said, "For the time being, it is an honor to be your student sir, lets hope that you are a credit to your kind." His opinion of the russians had been rather low ever since they pulled out of the war early when he had been alive. Since then their country merely rotted in poverty and merely discussed the future rather than act to change it. They were weak for such mighty men, and it was a rather disappointing sight to see. Kusari could only hope that this man would be the one to break the stereotype, and if he didn't then this meeting would be a waste of Kusari's time.
"I am already rather good at defensive swordplay, so I believe steel style would be adequate in due time, but flash style would both cover my flaws and better me as a shinigami, so I believe it would be the best option for me. Unless I could train under both styles at the same time Taicho." This captain seemed to be more deserving of respect that the previous vaizard captain that he had had the misfortune to meet, and thus would be given respect until proven otherwise.
"I have been training in the art of the flash step, but I seem to have trouble keeping my balance during the increase of speed, and when I focus on my balance I have a tenancy to trip over stray wooddrift and such." He realized he had forgotten to bow and quickly gave a courtesy bow. "Forgive my rudeness captain." He rose and let down the top of his robes to reveal his masses of scars among his black tanktop before thrusting the finger of the gauntlet into his shoulders to make a new scar. "Yeeesssssss." He inhaled quickly and held his breaths the pain of his self punishment set in and after a moment he released his breath and re-dawned his robes over the bleeding wound as his stood up to attention and said, "I have punished myself for my insolence and it shall not happen again Captain. I pray that you will forgive me in due time for my disrespect and forgetfulness." He quickly bowed again and carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Each side of Kusari's mouth seemed to go in a seperate direction as he heard his teachers words. "I understand Taicho. I shall not punish myself in your presence ever again." He watched as the hand disappeared and reappeared before him moments later. 'This russian is not giving up as of yet, and I do honestly believe he has the potential to kill me despite his lack of sight.' "I've attempted to experiment with similar motions before Taicho, it is merely the act of running while flash stepping that is my downfall, jumping and kicking is easily achieved. If I may demonstrate I will show you the extent of my abilities."


((Assuming you say yes, ignore it otherwise, but this post was to short for my me to post as is.))


Kusari closed his eyes and focused, taking in the lay of the land in his mind before opening them again and quickly flipping backwards and planting one hand firmly into the ground before the second hand followed it to balance himself before his left foot hit the ground to launch him upwards, at which point his speed increased threefold as his body turned over twice before sending his right foot downward heel first. the anticipation oly built up for a second before landing and submerging the foot into the dried out ground up to the ankle. The left foot launched him from the hole as he flipped to the side and landed a few steps behind where he had began.
"Its sloppy as far as impact, but the momentum and speed created a rather strong impact." He had not impressed himself, but Kusari was Kusai's hardest judge. "I have a rather athletic build and a very flexible body, which contribute to some acrobatic moves, but as I said Taicho, my shunpo is nowhere near your level."

"Aye Sir." kusari jumped backwards before coming toward Mikhail full speed and breaking into a flash step for a moment before dropping to the ground and sweeping beneath Mikhail with his foot in an attempt to divert his focus or trip him before popping up to deliver an uppercut to the captains chin knowing full well that he had been doomed fro the start and yet still feelint the guilt of attacking a blind man.

As Kusari launched his assault the words of his father echoed in his ear. They were part of the only memory he had of the old man. 'Leave your enemy with no room for an opening and then you will succeed, but the moment they get a chance to fight back the odds of the fight will change.' These words had always been the foundation of Kusari's current fighting style. The move he had used on Mihkail was meant to be used with the blade hidden in his shoe in order to cut the shins of his opponent open and allow him to worry about other matters.

Kusari attempted to hide his riatsu and thought for a moment about other ways he could be sensed. "Forgive me if I manage to hit you Captain." He tried another flash step, walking a few inches above the ground in a wide arch around Mikhail. 'I'm doing it!' Kusari attempted to contain his ecstasy, which was quickly lost as he stumbled and his foot gave the ground a single touch before leaping into the air and focusing all his energy into his heel as it dropped down and spun toward the side of Mihkails neck. The blow was unrestrained because he had already apologized and thus had no worries of repercussions.

((Zomg I'm a pothead. I wanted to spell ecstasy with an x.))