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Foregoing typical custom, Kinsetsu now found himself within the outer grounds of the squad 10 facilities. Being outside their grounds was not uncommon, but the reason he found himself there was. As he elongated his stride in order to reach his destination in a shorter timeframe, he couldn't help but wonder what fortune had brought forth such an opportunity. He was about to receive a private training from the Commande-General with approval from his Captain. Typically training occured within squad but time had not permitted Tansen the chance to provide the necessary training to his VC.

Finding himself at the described location with its nearby pond he relaxed himself as his shoulders dropped downwards from the pull of gravity. He did not take a seat though as he needed to demonstrate he was clearly ready to begin. He had met the commander once prior within her own domain and natural state. It was hard to judge her based upon the sole encounter but it was clear she was a leader. It was demonstrated in the manner he squad and pack worked as one. Removing himself from thought, he gazed into the distance, awaiting Evil.

Taking a glance over his shoulder, he noticed the figure emerge, slightly unrecognizable due to the gleam of the sun reflecting off its body. Seconds later, as the magnitude of the light on the figure subsided, he gazed upon the tall female figure that walk with sutlety towards him. Upon approach she displayed a gentle smile that lit up the lightly tanned face of hers. He listened to her speak prior to making to any moves himself.

"Hello Evil, I believe this is the first time I've met you outside of the Lycan form. I do mean to visit your lovely abide within the forest once more but have not found the time under my new title. Thank you for your kind words and I hope I can demonstrate within this training why I've grown to such a rank."

His mind was somewhat distracted by reminiscent thoughts of his voyage into the forest. He was glad though that none of this would be present upon his face. There was one clear advantage to his deficiency with his eyes, they constantly portrayed the same image, hiding any potential view of his emotional state.

The blankness remained on his face, not due to lack of interest but rather to his typical demeanor. He seemingly lacked the formalities that came with displaying emotions. Living by oneself, without true human contact had not given him the opportunity to learn social etiquette. Instead of smiling in the midst of the light atmosphere of their conversation he simply stared back at Evil. He did thought based upon his analytical ability understand proper response when it came to his reply.

"I shall do." In response to the discussion concerning visits into the woods.


Walking away slightly to bring some distance between them he continued to speak. "I do not mind beginning as I believe we must be efficient with this training, and that would seem to include time. Again I thank you."

With great agility he advanced with fluid motion to converge upon Evil. His speed and reflexes were his true strengths and had served him well in battle with others. Within a pace of evil he made a slight arm movement as if to indicate he would deliver a strike with his right arm. Instead of continuing the motion of a chop he wheeled himself around clockwise as he lowered towards the ground. He had in that same instance extended his left leg as well to perform a sweep at Evil's legs. This maneouver was simply to force her off balance as once one lost their center of balance weaknesses would be exposed.

He himself was prepared to return to a defensive posture as once the sweep around ended he would be in measure to pounce upwards if neccesary, as he remained on his toes with his left foot. His left arm was also positioned inwards to protect any attempt at a blow to his body. He had calculated his maneouver but it was impossible to cover every angle, especially in the face of such an opponent.

His sweep had clearly missed it's target as his leg only felt the ever so slight resistance from the air as he continue fully around. Evil having returned in place delivered a downwards kick that towards his now exposed leg. Thankfully, due to being on his toes with his other foot he managed to push towards the side, allowing the delivered kick to glance across his leg as it descended downward. With her own counter done Evil had taking a few steps back, awaiting his next attempt.

He was not formally trained but due to his scientific mind he understood the biological components of the body as well as the physical boundaries of one within their environment. This allowed him to have a rather effective freestyle fighting method. He could accurately attack weak points of bodies as well as, understand movements. His next attempt would be to force a more powerful counter, potentially exposing a hole in the defense.

He to walk toward Evil, on his toes, in order to generate required force for any movement. He began to accelate into a run and just prior to reaching Evil slowed down his movement to potentially throw off her timing on his approach. In a quick thrust of his arm he used the palm of his and to direct it towards her throat. His other hand being the left, went to grab her at the waist. If he could control the hip he could control the movements that occured from here on out.

Wincing ever so slightly from the blow, he quickly regained composure in order to take a step back of his own. A re-assessment of strategies was needed. A physical forray would obviously lead him nowhere as Evil proved to be the better hand to hand combattant. It was time to release his sword.

"Well that was certainly fun. I do though think we need to advance to the next stage with this training would you not agree?

He unlike most shinigami did not seem to treasure his sword to a life and death point. He had already once purposefully left his sword behind in a battle in order to use an element of surprise. His sword was merely a tool that had the purpose of aiding him in combat. If it no longer filled that purpose it was of no ues. He unsheated his rather typical sword and waited for Evil to do the same before metal would make contact with other metal.

He held his own sword rather loosely. Having tension when he would likely face forceful strikes would bring no advantage, it would merely fatigue his muscle faster as he attempted to exchange with brute force. Instead he was taking a book out of jousting by having a rather loose hold that would make his wrist perform much of the maneouvering. His body would generate the speed that would compensate for the lack of power with such a hold.

"I could not agree more."

Advancing within striking distance he made a quick straight line jab with his sword at the shoulder of Evil. He had no intention, if by fortune he hit his target, to deliver a fatal blow. With such a jabbing motion he created a distance between his body and the threatening sword his opponent held. Having the wrist of his sword arm loose his sword movement would be agile. He would not need to block a blow directly in such manner but allow the energy of the strike of his opponent to be dispersed by extending their strike. As they would strike he would use his sword to direction the strike so it made no forceful contact, even with his own sword. He also maintained a stance on his toes, one leg in front of the other, in order to thrust forward or withdraw when neccessary.

As expected his initial attempt was easily blocked and Evil used forceful motion to force the sword out of his hand. Due to his loose hold though he merely glided his sword across the angle of strike, allowing it to disperse its power elsewhere. He as well took a slight step back, since he was on his toes it was done rather quickly, further sending the energy transmission of Evil's strike away from him.

In another swift maneouver he was back on the offensive performing the same jab like maneouver. Although these swords were typically used to slash they did have a point to them, which he would certainly use. A jabbing motion was also far faster than a swinging motion. He would force Evil to demonstrate great speed of reaction, while allowing himself to limit potential threats as much as possible.

As anticipated, the same defense was used once more. Instead this time he had prepared a slight change in his approach. As his sword impeded within the hit he was carefully building up the Reaitsu ever so slightly in his sword arm. One action that he had not anticipated was the transformation. Evil began to show signs of phasing and her now elongated nails towards his face in a swat. To avoid it was possible, but if he chose to remain at position he could release his attack. It required fortitude to take the damage knowingly but he was already mentally prepared, clear as the cloudless day, that his decision was the proper one.

He rapidly spoke the words Hado 11: Tsuzuri Raiden. Since their swords were interconnected it presented the perfect passageway to send the electrical current through both objects towards its destination, Evil. As the current began to flow the slash grazed across his face, removing skin and causing spurts of blood to exit the now exposed inner skin. He clearly felt the pain but stood defiently, awaiting the results of his own attack.