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A rather small building to be a dojo, located some 100 or so miles away from the seireitei. Surrounded by the residences of this general area, often helping those who hide his presence with food, water, and other resources. To get to his building, a wood gate. Behind this gate is a long walk way made of the same wood as the buildings surrounding them, making it hard for a person to spot at all. This dojo was made specifically to hide Mifune from the Shinigami, and has worked for the past 200 years.

After following this walkway for a few minutes, a rather large opening with a small dojo, a small pond, and some trees. As you walk in, the first thing you'll notice is the motto for the dojo, which is said everyday by the teacher and the students (if there are any).

"I will defend those who cannot defend themselves, for if I have the power to do so, then it is my burden that I must use the power gifted upon myself to protect. I will never use my strengths or knowledge for any other purpose."

Another note directly under this one, carved into the wall with delicacy and smoothed into perfection. Obviously done by Mifune himself with a knife before he had achieved his zanpakuto.

"No warrior can win every battle, but we will fight to the ends to protect those we love. There is no such thing as sacrificing our beloved."

As you turn the corner, you find on the floor a regular mat with a fairly simple pattern. To the north wall, a katana with the same dojo motto, and under it another katana with the same note under the motto. To the west wall, a picture of Mifune, and another of a familiar, much younger Tsukirou. The same blue hair, the joyful smile. His fox ears didn't exist then. To the east wall, was filled with training weapons, real weapons, distinctly organized in no specific way. However, it was fairly clean, and the real weapons were sure to be away from the training ones as to not mistake one for the other. There is a chandelier on the center ceiling, and when lighted makes the whole room bright. This light is turned on by a switch when entering the door way to the left, which in switched, a spark is made inside the chandelier and lights the alcoholic inside. This stuff can be spilled, however the entire chandelier would have to be turned upside down to do that.

There is a secret to this place however... The floor is made of hard wood, but if one were to investigate one would find a door under the mat. The door leads outside under the dojo, but what lies beneath?

((There is NO posting here unless you're told to. There is a REASON why this place is so well hidden. There is no reason WHY you should be posting here unless I tell you to, and I don't want anyone to think that they can just walk in here and say that "Ooo a dojo, I wonder who this belongs to.." no. Just no. Don't even post here OOC. This is Mifune's hideout and getaway from the Seireitei, and no shinigami has been able to find it for 200 years. I don't want to hear no eureka outside my dojo, or Mifune's gonna come out and that will be the last thing you ever say. Comprende?))

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"I will defend those who cannot defend themselves with my life...






Mifune, Kureigu, and Tsukirou are in their exact positions they were in 72 hours ago. The only things changed in the room was the lighting as the days have gone by. The air seemed to be circulating the same as it was 3 days ago. Mifune opened his eyes to check on Tsukirou for the first time, disappointed to see him still in the same condition as he was in before. The man stood up and walked through another pair of doors into a kitchen, grabbing a quick drink of water. The man was obviously tired, but it was his zanpakuto's way of training; a long endurance of purely meditating for extremely long periods of time. This was not the longest Mifune had gone without breaking concentration, however the sudden thirst had caught him off guard. That and with his student still unconscious in the room, it was hard for the man to stay focused.

"He will come out of it."

Kureigu was still meditating even as Mifune had stopped. There was no competition, however it would keep Mifune wanting to continue the training. The zanpakuto did not mind the needs for thirst, however the distraction from Tsukirou being in the room was no good for his training with Mifune.

"If it would be easier for you to train in the dojo room, we could-"

"Do not worry about me worrying about him. Tsukirou will recover as I remember how he recovered last time. He was out for about 3 months before he had regained consciousness. This shouldn't take longer than that."

Mifune placed the glass in the sink, changed the towel on Tsukirou's head, and sat down once more in front of his zanpakuto. The weather outside was quiet, and it bothered the man. He knew though, that in his spirit world there would be rain. There was always rain in his world.

"Shall we return, Kureigu?"

"Only if you are ready, Mifune. There is no rush..."

Both closed their eyes, concentrating solely into their meditation. There was a stronger wind outside of the dojo, which relaxed Mifune further into concentration. The room was once again silent of voices.

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"I will defend those who cannot defend themselves with my life...






"Let's take a break, Tsukirou. This has gotten us no where."

Mifune sealed his zanpakuto back into it's single katana blade, and sat where he stood. He was unscathed, and yet Tsukirou seemed to have been bleeding from everywhere. They were in an absolutely huge training area, similar to the underground areas under Urahara's shop and the one under the Sogyoku Hill.

"Just a bit longer, sensei..."

Tsukirou was leaning on his blade. It was in it's sealed form, obviously taller than he himself was. He was bloodied and cut everywhere, and his jacket was torn to shreds. The remains of it was on a rock somewhere as to not cause it further damage. Tsukirou was ashamed to see his only keepsake destroyed in training.

We have been training for 48 hours straight. Give it a rest. You are not invincible, you have natural boundaries, limits if you will. This is exactly why your powers were taken.

Mifune noted the fact that Tsukirou's blade had still been unreleased. It was like Tsukirou didn't even know Ginnuzoku's name. The strangest part, Tsukirou HAD forgotten his own zanpakuto's name. There was nothing he could do to remember, and training these past 2 days hadn't brought him any closer to figuring it out.

"You almost hit me that time, but you won't hear an enemy saying that unless they were taunting."

"Perhaps I am speaking out of place here, but the boy seems to have no recollection of any of the abilities given to him by his sole zanpakuto. You have lost something your zanpakuto had sworn to help protect. What is it, Tsukirou, that you have lost?"

"I.... I don't know..."

The blade Tsukirou was leaning on fell forward, and Tsukirou fell with it.



Only after a few hours of rest, Mifune and Tsukirou were at it once more. More than one of Mifune's blades, the ones he was holding as well as the ones impaled in the ground, were soaked in crimson blood. Tsukirou's zanpakuto had only the blood dripping from his soaked hands onto the handle. Mifune was out of breath, however he knew that Tsukirou still had tons to work on.

"All of it is off Tsukirou. This is not what I taught you 2 years ago. Again."

Tsukirou growled in bitter anger, charging once more into the attack. He didn't get 15ft when one of Mifune's blades impaled him through the side.

"Wrong. Do it again, right this time.

Tsukirou was going to lose it all at once if he didn't die first. He took the time to first pull out the blade and threw it at Mifune, only for it to be boomeranged back through his mid-side. He fell to his knees, blood splattering everywhere.

"You're finished Tsukirou. And you have done only one thing right, and it still ends up getting you an F. Wasting my energy. Get in the springs"

Mifune watched as his student fall to his face, and sighed in disbelief.

Have you remembered anything I've taught you?

Kureigu brought the boy's body into the springs, letting the hot water heal his wounds. The rather large zanpakuto could not fit in the hotsprings with his wielder, so he simply sat where he stood, and began meditating.

He will become stronger Mifune... Time will tell you soon enough.