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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 1:45 pm
This is a spar/training session between Asuma and Zenny. It takes place at later in the evening, as the sun is halfway through setting. The sky is slowly growing dim, but the orange hued waves still linger in the sky. A mixture of blue, orange, and black, waver above to create a beautiful landscape. The training grounds are emptied out at this point, making it perfect for a late evening battle!
- Both combatants may use all at there disposal.
- No death shall occur.
- It's just a training session between squad members. However, there's no guarantee a small rivalry won't grow from this point.
- Asuma, you can change your half of the title to whatever if you'd like. Call yourself something cool though.. <-<
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:02 pm
The short statured Shinigami suddenly came running through the training grounds, tripping over his feet as he fastened something to his back. He wasn't usually one to carry around this specific item, but he was guaranteed to need it this fine evening. Oh yes, his Zanpakuto would definitely be needed today. He could be seen huffing lightly and bouncing with each step.. He was occupied with tying a certain tassel across his chest, and maneuvering his sheath to fit itself onto his back so that it may hang on its own there. It was only a few seconds worth of fiddling, before he stopped and found himself near the center of the training area. He'd been called here to meet and train with another 'New Recruit', one whose name was yet to be revealed. Not being one to snoop or worry over such small things, he simply decided he would show up. Now all he had to do was await the Shinigami's arrival! "Hope he's not too good! I don't wanna get overpowered!" The kid spoke to himself, smiling at the same time to reassure himself of his own abilities. He couldn't spend too much time doubting what he himself was able to do!
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:15 pm
One eye opening as he felt the reiatsu of another shinigami closing in towards him, Asuma smirked to himself. His one opened blood red pupil looked up to the sky, his zanpaktou on his back not causing him any pain as he laid there. Actually, it helped support his back. The right blade was on the ground next to him, and his hand moved slowly towards it as the shinigami drew nearer. As soon as he got within sight, Asuma closed his eye again, relying on his senses for now. "I was wondering when you would get here." Moving up, Asuma let his form be seen by the smaller shinigami, pulling on the zanpaktou he had laid on the ground beside him standing at full height, while stretching his back, hearing it crack for a second before turning around to face his opponent. "Asuma Haruka, nice to meet you." Smiling at the shinigami, Asuma put his other zanpaktou on his right hip, letting it drop into his belt before turning his attention to the shinigami in front of him. The sound of two belts dropping was heard, as both of Asuma's jet black belts attached to the end of his zanpaktou's hilts fell, hanging from the hilt and swaying as Asuma stood there.
"Your my opponent, right? I'll let you take the first move."
[9]
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:29 pm
Zenny was surprised at hearing a voice. He had failed to notice the person there, and felt sorta dumb for it. After a bit of looking, he found the person to be pretty.. Intimidating. He hadn't done anything to truly startle him yet, but his appearance alone made it seem as though he'd been experienced. "Ohh~.. He looks kinda strong. I'm not surprised though.. Everyone looks twelve times more tough then me!" Henano gulped, a small bead of sweat forming on the right side of his temple. He laughed nervously to himself before beginning to speak. "I'm Henano Zenseiki, but you ken' call me Zenny! Nice to meetcha, mister Asuma. I like your swords.. straps." He smiled now, beginning to reach for the sword over his right shoulder. His left hand slowly slid the weapon from its sheath, revealing a very unique blade. The shortened Kodachi was an odd one, with light and dark green floral designs spotting the already green hilt. The guard itself shaped like an actual lotus, made of a dark green emerald, finely cut. Zenny held the weapon with his left hand, nodding once before beginning an outright sprint. The small boy quickly cleared the distance between himself and Asuma, performing a one armed slash. Surprisingly, the vertical attack was quick with just one hand and seemed just as powerful as any other slash using two hands. A smallish grunt came from Zenny's mouth, signifying the effort he'd put behind his simplistic opening technique.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:50 pm
Smiling, Asuma moved backwards quickly, letting the slash pass right in front of his body before moving his left hand behind him, pulling on the hilt of his blade. Ducking and spinning at the same time, Asuma used the boy's attack as an opening, aiming the slash he was about to use at his waist. With the blade's unsheathing coupled with his own strength, the power of the attack would be greatly increased, able to cause a deep gash, if not cut the smaller body in half. With the ringing of the blade coming from the sheath, Asuma's left hand flew outwards, the blade following shortly after, cutting through the air, only picking up speed, not slowing down. Smiling while everything was happening, Asuma was going to let loose with this one. While it seemed as though the greenhorn was a little rough with a sword, he could have just been bluffing. Who knew. Only battle could tell one's true strength.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 3:05 pm
"D-Dangit!" The boy's eyes immediately closed shut after his attack failed, the right hand immediately flowing forward to brace both hands at the hilt. In this position, and at his level, he wouldn't be allowed to defend in the admirable amount of time nor with the admiral defensive strength. He had to try though! He quickly opened his eyes to notice he'd missed. A second ago he was disgruntled at having missed, but now he had to worry about defending! Yet again, he stumbled in pondering his options and found himself stuck under time's pressuring weight. Surprisingly, he came up with a conclusion immediately.. Duck! "G-Gah!" Zenny quickly dropped forwards, looking as if he were heading towards the slash instead of attempting to dodge it. He, somehow, managed to plummet down onto his hands and knees, barely dodging the brunt of the attack. He shivered slightly, staring at the ground beneath him and the Zanpakuto that lay in his left hand. Unable to truly react, due to his startled state, he began to crawl to the left, leaving his opponent's attacking range before hopping up to a standing position. He was wobbly at this point, huffing and with his hands shaking. He was scared beyond belief. Not only that, but he was embarrassed at how he'd managed to survive and escape.. He wasn't the best swordsman, but thought he could hold his own. Instead, he was immediately knocked down a few pegs.. Instead of crying like he'd wanted to at this point, he sucked it up and badly attempted hide his emotions. Without much thinking, he performed a second charge, lunging this time and thrusting his weapon horizontally towards Asuma's ankles. It was a somewhat lop-sided slash, as his hand was shaking at this point.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 7:41 pm
Quickly realizing his attack had failed, Asuma's eyes closed, as he could feel Zenny's reiatsu below him. So, the kid had evaded by strike by simply falling forward? Heh. Simple but nonetheless effective. As soon as he was able to feel Zenny's reiatsu move again, Asuma jumped into the air, doing a quick flip and jumping over the small shinigami and landing on the other side. His belt on his zanpaktou seeming to grow longer, Asuma sighed, holding his left bicep with his right hand. He still didn't have full control of this technique, but he might as well test it out. After all, with the kid's luck he would most likely find a way to get away from it...he hoped. Well, he would only put so much reiatsu into the attack. Not enough to kill him but enough to give him a nice little cut. With that thought, silver reiatsu burst from the end of Asuma's hilt, quickly making his blade shine before Asuma slashed down at the ground, reiatsu flying from his blade's sharp edge. Slashing along the ground, the slash left a gash in the ground as it went towards Zenny, threatening to rip him apart if he was hit. It wouldn't actually do that if it hit, more just knock him back and give him about a half inch cut on whatever it was that the slash hit. After all, this was only a spar.
"Kanshoo: Rikugun Shutsudoo*"
[*Burnout: Army Marching]
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:55 pm
Zenny immediately fell in towards his slash, curving his arm and the weapon in it so that he could sheathe it with the same momentum from the slash. He grunted lightly before falling into a stealth roll, basing it off of his left shoulder. As he recovered a few feet behind where Asuma formerly stood. He was happy he didn't have to deal with an immediate attack this time, but found this next technique to be much worse! He suddenly felt a spike of spiritual energy from Asuma's general direction, surprised at what he was watching. The hilt of his opponent's Zanpakuto began to emit a stream of silver reiastu in one visible burst. He stood speechless in his crouch as his opponent completed forming his attack, slashing towards him from a distance.. He was, at first, confused because Asuma was so far away. Even a high powered attack like that couldn't reach him from a ten foot difference.. Right..!? Wrong! Zenny gasped as the ground before Asuma ripped its own torrent and headed directly for him! Zenny's face quickly came to a more stern, and appropriate position before he would begin to outright sprint towards the attack. He unsheathed and then held onto his Zanpakuto with one hand as usual, spreading both arms out and behind him like the wings of a jet. The small boy didn't look like he had a plan, but that would be a lie. He had half a plan. As him and the attack neared each other in there full on assaults, Zenny would quickly move both arms together so that he could form a diagonal parry formation to protect his upper body.. With this simplistic defense, he was gonna take the attack head on! "I can't be scared all the time now.. Especially in combat~.. I gotta show some maturity and fight!" As his thoughts came to a close, the two forces met. Immediately, Zenny's guard was broken and his small body was slung to the right of the attack, a thin slit appearing across his right shoulder. Blood seeped out, yes, but at this point it didn't do enough damage to truly come out in view from beneath the Shinigami's garbs. The boy lay sprawled out onto the ground, groggily recovering with a few child-like moaning noises. He recovered fully nonetheless, smiling to himself as he shook dirt clumps from his hair. "Not that bad. A bit shaky, but only one wound.. I can take a few more of those and keep getting up. I know that much now." He spoke aloud, disregarding the fact that Asuma still stood there. The boy looked to be only slightly damaged, a long elongated tear and a few drops of blood being the only signs of damage.. Sure, his hair was a mess from being flung out, and his face was scuffed but overall he was fine enough to continue. No problem. "And now.. I gotta do my best to return the favor!" Suddenly, a small poof of dust was produced from behind him.. The boy had lunged, breaking into a mad sprint yet again. He was headed for Asuma with one arm holding his Zanpakuto as usual. The other hand was free, the boy's mouth beginning to move.. In fact, he looked as if he were about to shout something! "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini!! Look upon yourself with horror.." Zenny neared the man, making a sharp right turn so that he may perform a barrel roll. He attempted to make a quick 180 degree cycle around Asuma, staying low and taking advantage of his size and mobility. As he came to stand again over Asuma's right shoulder, he ended the oh-so-familiar chant, "..And tear out your own throat!" The boy's free hand suddenly produced a whipping orange tendril, flowing towards his opponents right arm. He was attempting to grab it by the wrist, and forcefully turn Asuma around so that he could face the newly oncoming kick headed for his pelvis area(/Lower stomach; Not the crotch). Zenny had jumped towards his opponent with all the strength he could muster, becoming a short-range cannonball so that he may strike from an unexpected angle while Asuma was mid-spin. Hopefully, things would go according to plan~!
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:19 pm
Panting slightly from the attack, Asuma still had felt the blowback from his own attack, his reiatsu sapped, though much less than it normally would have been if he had used the full strength of his attack. He could only do that attack a few times in a row, and if he kept doing it, not only would he quickly lose his reiatsu, but then he would quickly lose. And he wasn't about to have that. even though his attack had hit, the boy had taken it head on...and had only suffered a small scratch. Maybe this would be an interesting fight. "There's one thing wrong with your assumption..." Watching as Zenny quickly flew at him, Asuma's right hand went for his other blade, the belt on it growing just as the other one did. When he got closer, Kashoo would be much more useful. Not to mention it didn't drain him like the much larger version of it. Well, that would have worked...if Zenny had continued coming at him from the front. As soon as the boy had rolled away out of his vision, Asuma cursed under his breath, feeling reiatsu flare up behind him. Before he could turn around, his right wrist had been entangled in a bakudo, and he only had one option. With Zenny's reiatsu coming right at him, it either meant he planned to attack him with his zanpaktou, or a physical attack. Either way, he had already planned out a move, so it was time to put it into effect.
"Kashoo"
Saying that one word, silver reiatsu again emitted from the bottom of Asuma's hilt, though this time it was from the sheathed blade on his right hip. Propelling him counter-clockwise, Asuma started to pull the rope with him, as Zenny landed hit kick on Asuma's spinning form, hitting him as he had spun, the back part of his right side, right above his waist, was cracked by the kick, sending a quick jolt of pain up Asuma's back, though he pushed through it. With his spin over and Zenny's attack almost completely evaded, Asuma pulled on the bakudo rope with his right hand, trying to pull Zenny towards him as he performed a strike that would slice him from the left shoulder to the right hip if he was caught in the direct line of fire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:42 pm
Zenny wasn't expecting such a counter at first, hoping he'd have time to enjoy having made contact and done some form of damage. Oh well. Pain time! "G-Geh!" The boy loudly gasped out as Asuma's blade ripped into him, sliding and slicing across his torso until the full brunt of the attack was completely taken. Zenny immediately dropped to the ground just in front of his opponent's feet, the kido slowly fading away until his wrist was free. The small boy had dropped his Zanpakuto mid-fall, wincing as it fell on the ground to the right of him. He sighed heavily, eyes tightly shut as he tried to move. At this point, his wound was in fact.. visible. From his right hip to his left shoulder, there was a visible gash. His clothing was cleanly slashed from that point, making his garbs flap to the point both of the wounds he'd received were in plain sight. he couldn't lay there vulnerable for forever though. As much as it hurt him to move, he had to! Zenny rushed to grab the light green hilt of his Zanpakuto, pulling it close into his body while holding it with his right hand. He used his freed up left hand to balance himself and stand, the blade being used as a crutch to propel him up. Once he was successfully back onto his feet he stumbled backwards, now only three feet in front of Asuma. He'd managed to get up before his opponent could attack again, and instead decided he shouldn't even give him that chance. He stumbled to switch the hand his Zanpakuto was held in, growing an unfamiliar two-armed pose. A normal one..? Asuma seemed experienced enough to be able to decipher his opponent's style, and one as simple as this was a no-brainer.. Zenny wasn't the type to attack with both hands on his hilt. He did, however, use this pose to defend and parry. That was just what he was expecting to do. He broke the three foot distance they held, holding the blade across his chest and close to that he may parry. The short shinigami was hoping to lock blades with the taller man. "Y-Your really good, mister Asuma. I can't help but ask where you learned how to be such a good swordsman! Your blade skills are well above my own! Hopefully, when we're done, you can show me some of these moves!" Zenny's compliment might have seemed unexpected, and misplaced, but he was that type of child.. he had to give the man his dues. He'd already proven to be better then him. That, however, wasn't to be misunderstood as a sign of his resigning in this battle.. Oh no, the boy still had a buncha fight left in'em!
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:16 pm
Smiling to himself, Asuma actually felt bad about putting so much into that last attack. He was so used to having armor on that he had completely forgotten that he was no longer in his kendo class. The memories, however, stayed with him. The feel of the swords as they struck, demonstrating the different starting moves that his students repeated...it was all so nostalgic to what he was doing now. Putting his right hand behind him, Asuma pulled on his second blade, now having both out, the left flipping to be held like a dagger, backwards in his hand, while the right he held normally, going into his own style of swordfighting, one he called 'Bengo Jintsume', or Defender's Claw. The style was meant to use one blade primarily as the defense, while the other was used to attack. However, the blade being used as a defense could attack as well, giving his style it's name. He was honoring Zenny's request, unspoken, by his actions.
"I was a kendo teacher while I was alive. I taught people for years after I myself had studied for a very long time. My skills have to be sharp. And, I would be glad to teach you after we finish. But, are you sure you can continue? That last wound, it might have severed the veins above your ribcage."
Chuckling to himself, Asuma had all but memorized the structure of the human body and it's many weak points, the veins he needed to cut to cause a person to bleed profusely, the many arteries of the body, as well as the bone structure and pressure points in the nerve system. Since this was a spar, he hoped he had missed most of the veins under the skin of the young shinigami. If they had been severed, he would bleed quickly and need to be transferred to squad four. But, Asuma doubted he had slashed powerfully enough to get that close to the bone. No, he would know soon if the boy's veins had been severed. He would bleed profusely and most likely pass out. It was up to the young shinigami to decide whether or not he would continue fighting.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 4:43 pm
Zenny only smiled at Asuma, sweat dripping from his forehead and soaked into his hair. He was bleeding yes, but not profusely as he'd mentioned. This pointed to Asuma's assumptions being slightly off. Zenny, as he'd said, could continue. Sure, pain was there and all, but he was a Shinigami and didn't fall so easily! Gods, especially of death, were no strangers to fighting and proving what they could do. "N-Nah.. I can go.. You cut me on a really odd angle. That's why I commented on your skill! You were able to complete such a long-winded attack on a really odd angle.. It proved just how amazing you are with those Zanpakuto of yours. I'm jealous~!" Chuckling, he fell back on his right leg, turning it horizontally to make an 'L' pose with his feet. His shoulders slowly moved up and down, shaking at the same time.. he was obviously in pain. His eyes said so.. The small bit of pain had affected him much more, due to his not being used to it. The blood his wounds continued to produce at an, albeit, slow rate didn't help the matter. Sighing shakily, he maneuvered his Zanpakuto into his left hand, using the right to rip and pull down the top layer of his Shinigami garbs. His wounds were in plain sight now, his chest bare for all to see. His top had become a belt, ripped and hanging down his small legs. He sighed just one more time, before holding up his free hand, pointing his index finger accusingly towards Asuma. "You've probably noticed I'm not a combat hardened Shinigami, but I wanna prove that I can still be useful. I'm not just small and child sized to take up less space and get out of the way. I'm gonna be a valuable asset, one'a these days." His shaky little voice cracked halfway through the speech, causing him to giggle at his little mishap. Afterwords his finger drooped down, back to the handle of his Zanpakuto. With that, he ran for a head on charge at Asuma, a bit of speed shown in this movement. As he neared attacking range, he let out a swift array of blind slashes, the attack types ranging from vertical, to horizontal, to reverse forms of every type he attempted! He showed slight skill in keeping up with his attacking speed, not letting up a bit as he pounded on the quick strikes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:13 am
[Battle Music]
Quickly tightening his hold on the blades in his hands, Asuma smiled to himself again, a little impressed with the young shinigami's determination. He could tell the wound was a painful one, and yet he kept going. "As you wish. Now I won't hold back anymore." Putting his left blade in front of him in a shield-like defense, his right blade was behind him, making him look like a Z with how his blades were positioned. Seeing Zenny come at him, Asuma just smirked, waiting for the strikes that were going to come. Block, parry, dodge, move your foot to the right, move your arm to catch the blade at an odd angle, over and over Asuma repeated this, getting only a few nicks and cuts on his arms as he maneuvered around the blade that was being wildly swung at him. Taking advantage of one of his blocked, Asuma let Zenny's blade clash against his right blade, causing each blade to slide along each other, quickly spinning so that he was behind Zenny now, his left blade spinning in his hand and coming forward, changing it's position from backwards to holding it normal, slicing at Zenny's back horizontally. He wasn't aiming to hurt him badly. Though he might. He would see...
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 4:23 pm
Zenny wasn't too surprised to be seeing Asuma reacting so efficiently. He wasn't at all alarmed or taken aback at his coming counter either! He did find himself thrown forward from the final deflect, but this leverage was enough to help him retain momentum. Using this to his advantage, he attempted a powerful 270° spinning slash. His own blade met Asuma's with shattering force that caused Zenny's own to propel upwards, spinning wildly. Zenny had given his all for that one strike, and it truly showed. He half expected Asuma's own grip to be shaken by the makeshift attempt at an acceptable counter attack! The small Shinigami, after seeing his blade fly up, fell backwards and onto his butt. A look of determination was visible on his face, Zenny suddenly pivoting off of his butt to stand crouching within a small poof of dirt. His Zanpakuto came hurdling down the right of him, conveniently. "I'm pretty lucky for that one.. I better not try that again, or it'll land on my head!" Breaking composure for a second, he chuckled, and then regrew his one-handed pose. He gave one big huff before plunging into another repetitive assault. This time around, he performed a swift stab towards Asuma's right shoulder, the weapon swerving upwards mid-descent to give the impression it was headed for his ribs at first; just below the actual target. if successful, his attack would most likely glimpse the area just beneath his arm to slightly limit it's usage.
[Epic Tune..@-@..]
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:51 pm
[Sorry about the wait. School and whatnot. I'll post within the next day or two. Promise ^_^]
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