|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:10 pm
This was the last time Haru would ever be at the Academy. After having spent four years there, it was finally time to leave. After picking the squad that he decided he would fit best in-7th Squad, since it dealt more with hand to Hand fighters-he was given a lodging in the barracks and so his room in the Academy was to be given to someone else. After going there and cleaning the place out, Haru had decided to take one more walk around the campus. After all, it was where he had trained and called his home for the years passed. He was slightly sentimental towards the place, as well. Sighing, Haru stopped walking and ran his right hand through his hair, making it seem to shine slightly as his silver hair moved. He needed to leave soon to go to his new squad. But at the same time, he wanted to stay here, even if for just a few more minutes.
That was when he noticed it. His breath slightly catching in his throat, Haru could suddenly feel the pressure of a strong presence nearby. How could he not have noticed it before? Was it because of the proximity? Or was this person just able to hide their presence very well. For whatever reason, he was slightly pushed away by the force of this person's reiatsu, but at the same time seemed to be pulled in by it. He wanted to see who it belonged to. Maybe it was someone in his new squad? Walking towards the source, Haru's body seemed to tense the closer he got.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:24 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Aine was fishing, no, not in the little pond where her bare toes were currently teasing the koi, but into the confines of the Academy in hopes of finding something interesting. She’d issue a little tendril of reiatsu, impressed with the deliciously dark and misty qualities of the core of her reiatsu and wait for an answering bite. Really, it was a great way to find potential in the mass of students, but she really only did it for fun, not searching out the next up and comer. Paying little attention to who she was reeling in, a sedate smirk lifted the corners of her lips as floundering white and orange bodies flitted between her feet.
The day was pristine, a comfortable temperature in the shade and out. That is if you ignored the heavy pollen causing most of the population to sneeze and the overabundance of cottony fluff drifting on the wind from the air seeding plants. With koi tickling her toes, Aine didn’t find it a bother, rather enjoying a moment of peace at the inner courtyard garden. Really, who wants to sit in a stuffy office and be on house arrest?
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:32 pm
Following the traces of reiatsu he felt, Haru kept walking until he neared where he thought the academy ended, only to find a small pond right next to one of the buildings. The reiatsu he felt seemed to lead to a small girl sittin there, her legs in the water. She didn't even seem to be looking, but at the same time Haru could tell she knew he was there. The way she let her reiatsu flow out, it gave away the fact that she was letting it. But why? Obviously it was an invitation, but for whom? Well, she didn't seem dangerous from her looks, yet at the same time....that reiatsu. His hands moving slightly beside him, his body tensed as he drew nearer, but for what reason? She was a shinigami, from the feeling of her reiatsu, so why did he feel the need to be tense around her? It was just something about her that gave him the chills. It even made the steel connected to his forearms seem cold. Clearing his throat, Haru stopped around ten feet from the woman, his hands at his sides, making himself look as calm as possible. While she gave him an uneasy feeling, Haru had no actual reason to feel such. Might as well see what it is she was doing first.
"Miss, that was you leaking your reiatsu, wasn't it."
It was more of a statement than a question, but he nonetheless put as much respect into it as he could. After all, she was lightyears ahead of him, he could tell that just from the feeling he got from her. Bowing quickly, Haru just looked at the girl, waiting for her to answer.
"My name is Haru Haruka, of the Seventh Squad."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 2:17 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“Ha-ru-ka, hmm…have I met’cha somewhere before?” The little defect asked without turning, rather motoring her feet and dispelling the koi to the edges of the tiny pond. She didn’t need to see him to know that he’d bowed, or that he held his body in a tight line, as if he was expecting her to inspect him. Really, she already had through metaphysical means. With care, Aine extracted her feet from the water; turned ninety degrees to the right and proceeded to tug her red boots back on, displaying the length of her creamy legs all the while. After a few zips and tugs, she stood, dusted the grass from her backside and finally leveled her green gaze on the boy who’d got caught on her line.
Of course she had to lift her chin to stare at him, since her height only made for frustration on that aspect, but a precursor once over of his features immediately had recognition tickling the back of her mind. If the kid wanted to look any more like his father, just a bit more hair and the ever present sunglasses would have made the illusion complete. However, Aine stopped herself from comparing her once friend with his progeny, curiously taking in the differences that most likely he inherited from his mother. Green eyes, a lighter body structure and a stark look that seemed to scream of malnutrition, but most likely was just from Haru’s age.
“Nice ta meet’cha boyo, name’s Kirihara Aine.” She greeted lightly, the mocking tones missing from her voice and with a decisive gaze that didn’t mask the jaded nature of her eyes. “N’ ya, it was me throw’in out the lure, you just had the pleasure a bite’in.” Releasing the raw state of her eyes, the camouflage of humor flitted over the surface and warmed the harsh cut of bright emerald.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 4:51 pm
Watch as she got up from the pond, her words seemed to sound in his mind. If he had met someone like her before, he would have been sure to remember it. The fact that she said his last name had to mean something. He didn't quite care to try and figure it out at that moment, seeing how his attention was on the girl while she was still moving. Taking her full looks in with his bright green eyes, she seemed more like a child than he first thought, now that he thought of it. Not just her looks, but her demeanor as well told him something of her. She seemed like she had not the mind of a child, no, that seemed much sharper than even his. It was her aura, just the feeling he got from her.
"I doubt we've met, miss Aine. I would have remembered your face if I had seen you. Are you sure it was I you met?" Moving back slightly near the end of his question, her staring up at him with her piercing emerald eyes made him more bewildered than anything. How could such power come from such a small girl? Even with all the questions he could think of, he guessed she would still be a mystery to him even if she answered all of them. The last thing she said is what caught him.
"And what exactly were you looking to catch?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:10 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“Nothing much,” Aine replied off handedly, “I’ve had little ta do in the past few days, though I’d weed through the crowd here n’ see who’d bite.” Stalking closer to Haru, cautious footfalls brought her to his side, where her hand swiftly met the side of his face, fingertips probing the tattoo below his eye. Leaning in, she rose on the balls of her feet for a better look, even using her other hand to grasp the upstart’s chin. “Though, gotta say I found something oddly interesting today.” Giving Haru space once more, the little defect gave him a light smirk. “I’m gonna just guess you’re dad’s name’s Asuma. N’ that b*****d didn’t have the courtesy ta tell me he had’a son ta begin with. I’d punch him in the d**k if he was still breathing.”
Velvety laugh filling the air in her wake, the seriousness of her threat was lost. Aine had plopped down into the lush grass, legs crossed, one hand in her lap while the other slapped the grass before her. “Com’in sit,” she commanded, eyes easily issuing that she wouldn’t take no for an answer just a moment before she pulled the zanpakutou off her back and laid the Odachi across her thighs. “Tell me, how’s life been treat’in ya kid? Only heard through the grapevine that your old man died, n’ we sorta went through a lot in Hueco Mundo. Guess you’d like ta hear about it, but I don’t think I’ll be that generous right now.”
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:22 pm
The mention of his father is what set him off. So that was why she made him feel uneasy. That was why he got the feeling that she had something hidden. He would have simply flew off the handle right there and threatened her, but knowing the difference in their power was what stopped him. Few things set him off, though the mention of his father however, was one of them. The b*****d couldn't leave him be, even in death. His hands shaking slightly, though not enough to be very noticeable, Haru moved forward, his jaw clenching and trying not to open for fear of saying something wrong. He could feel the intent in her words. She wouldn't simply let him leave now that she knew who he was. ********, why did it have to be him who got caught in this spider's trap?
"The b*****d didn't tell you because he probably forgot I even existed. You know him better than I did, he was a selfish b*****d that only cared for himself." sitting down on the grass in front of Aine, Haru's hands crossed, the metal beneath his clothes feeling warm now against his flesh. He wanted so badly to simply tell her to tell him everything she knew, to simply get her out of his sight. The fact this woman knew his father better than his own son disgusted him. She could probably tell from his eyes his mood, but he didn't care. She wished him there, she would see how he truly felt of it. "My father who I barely knew died and I became a shinigami. Not much to say." He wasn't in the mood to talk to her, but he had to. He knew it. "So tell me about my father, since you seemed to know him so well."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:19 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“I would wager to say he stayed away for good reason,” Aine’s lyrical voice sliced through the near visible tension the mention of her once friend’s name had caused. Sighing theatrically, her hand slapped down on Haru’s knee while she leaned in to capture his attention fully. “Kid, your dad was a maniac to say the least. If you’d grown up with him, you’d have been dead within a year, and not the dead we casually chide about. You’re right, he was selfish, constantly gallivanting off into the next fight, but at least he made sure you didn’t have to live that life. Because believe me, as much fun as that silver haired idiot was, I wouldn’t join in on battles that were carelessly taken on, he would if only for the thrill they produced. The conditions a disease and those with it can’t stop thirsting for battle. Hope you never experience it.” Patting the boys knee as she straightened her back, Aine fluffed her bangs in thought, causing her fingers to catch on tangles. Really, she couldn’t tell him much…she’d only known Asuma for a few years of her relatively short life, four of which she didn’t even remember she’d known him at all.
“I can’t really do anything to take the soul wounds away from his absence and negligence, but I’ll help in what ways I can.” Not necessarily a promise, Aine gave Haru a smirk, returning her hand to her lap. “That’s enough about the dead; tell me, what’s your life been truly like? Your mother, the Rukongai and here in the Academy? You said you’re part of the Seventh Division already, so I’ll guess you’re Hakuda oriented, something I’ll admit I fail at near completely.” For the sake of getting Haru to open up, the little defect schooled her expression into a sheepish smile as she finished, matching the pulse of her reiatsu with that same not-sure-but-game feel. Eventually she’d show him how manipulative she was, but right now that facet of herself would hopefully let her see the deeper workings of the young Shinigami. First, she’d see if he’d pick up on the change in her speech pattern.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:18 pm
He didn't know whether to believe her words or simply count them off as sympathetic blather. While he knew of his father's ever present bloodlust, the fact that he was abandoned still wouldn't go away, even though Aine was right. If he had lived with Asuma, he would have died long ago. Haru remained silent while Aine talked, only thinking to himself about what it was that seemed to keep him rooted in place. Was it the fact that this woman seemed to care? Or what? Not even he fully knew why he was still there listening to her.
But what he did know is the change in her feeling, especially her speech. it went from butchering the english language to being primp and precise. She didn't have the same hard edge to the voice she was using then. Whatever Haru had been thinking was long gone now. While he was wary of the woman now, since she seemed to be changing moods on a dime, he still sat there. he would indulge her for now, until he felt the need to leave. Who knew, maybe that might not happen. "My life hasn't been very eventful. Training for years on end to live up to what I wished to be before i joined the academy, then struggling to rise above those around me. I might be good at Hakuda, but my swordsmanship is lacking. I have a grip on reiatsu control..." Probably the only good thing the old man passed on to me. He didn't say that aloud, trying to seem like he had moved on from talking about his father.
"My mother still lives with my other siblings...kids we took in over the years. With me gone it was the only mouth she had to feed, and so she should be doing fine right now. They're all old enough to help take care of her, so there's nothing that I need worry about with them. What about yourself, miss Aine. Tell me about yourself....information for information, if you wish to call it that." Haru truly wanted to know about her, but at the same time he didn't know if he trusted her to tell him the truth. With all things seen so far, she wasn't giving him a very...open impression.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:12 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“Tit for tat, eh?” Aine chuckled lightly, “fine then, I suppose it’s a fair trade.” Fluffing the right side of her hair before she began, Aine let her characteristic smirk grace her lips. “I was a child or the Rukongai, like you, but with no family or backing. I lived on my own, trained on my own and stole food to keep me going.” There she paused, canting her head to the side. “I nearly ended up in the Maggot’s Nest, but I opted out of that and ended up in the Academy. Graduated, joined the Squads, and defected with your old man and by beau. Ran around Hueco Mundo for nearly an entire year; a year that was full of more freedom then I had had in ages. But tragically, I was thrust into the Living world with no memories of most of what happened until four years later when I returned to Soul Society and decided, against anyone’s better judgment, to walk into the Sou Taicho’s office with a snow cone. Let’s just say he, and a fellow Captain were there and I nearly had my head blown off. Since then, I’ve been a political prisoner.”
Finishing with a light huff, Aine grinned. Haru could believe what he wanted. She’d given him the much abridged version, but her answer had been honest. “Kiddo, if you think my life’s been easier than you own, you have a lot of learning to do. I highly suggest getting over your issues with daddy, because they’ll only hinder you.” Done for the most part, Aine stood quickly, brushing off her bottom with care to get every bit of dried grass off her dark hakama.
[Crap post is crappy...XD]
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:30 pm
Looking up into the stars, Haru's silver hair seemed to shine from some of the light from above. It was getting dark out, but it had felt like he had only been here a few minutes. He was more...apathetic to what Aine was saying than anything. It's not that he didn't care about what the woman next to him was talking about, it was simply the last part she had said that had caused him to spiral into the apathy that was now his mood. "You seem to have some misconceptions about me, miss Aine." Looking over to her, Haru's eyes seemed to pierce right into her, not threatening, but at the same time not in any way docile. "I do not consider my life to be hard in any way. I was fortunate to have the spiritual pressure I did. That much I know. And these so called 'father issues' you were speaking of..." Haru's eyes softened as he sat there, sighing and shaking his head, his eyes closed. "Not like they'd do me any good anyway. The old b*****d is dead and gone. No use holding a grudge against a dead man."
Following Aine's example, Haru quickly got off, dusting the grass off his backside as he stood there for a second, thinking. Then suddenly, he looked over at Aine with an inquisitive look. "Well, not to keep bringing him up, but I do have one more question about the old man..." Moving his right hand into his left sleeve, Haru pulled out a blood red scroll, sealed. Quickly pressing his left forefinger against the seal and using his reiatsu, the seal quickly disintegrated and the scroll opened, hovering in the air. Written on the scroll were complex techniques that were passed down from Asuma to Haru, moreso the old man's legacy than anything. "Asuma gave this to me when I was younger, as a....gift, I think. It's techniques he made while he was still in his beginning days. I was wondering if maybe he had shown anything to you in the time he spent...I want to surpass him. Instead of this 'issue' you thought I had of him, this is more of my...I guess, 'admiration' to his strength. I need to get stronger. Anything you could tell me would help.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:31 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
“Oh, now I’m interesting enough to teach you some sort of technique,” Aine chided, nudging the boy in the side as she bent over to take a better look at the floating scroll. Messing with Haru was just starting to get fun, but as she scanned the scroll a pang of nostalgia hit her. She could remember most of what was the floating scroll in use, but she suppressed that feeling and continued to play. “Hmm…it’s going to take you a long, long while to surpass your daddy, but I bet I could show you a trick or two.” Trotting a short distance away, just enough to move freely, Aine tumbled forward to catch herself with her hands and hoist her lower half towards the sky. Now in a handstand, she made a quick show of turning a small circle, bouncing once on both hands and finally lifting her body into a long straight line on only the fingertips of one hand. A tiny burst of reiatsu later and she vanished.
“Oi, Haru,” she called cheekily from directly behind him, Aine carefully returned to two hands down before lowering her feet and standing straight. “That little trick is called Senda, and no, it wasn’t me flipping my feet to the ground really fast with some sort of sleight of hand. Senda uses a structure of motion similar to Shunpo to propel the arm at an almost matching speed. But, it isn’t for use in battle typically unless you’re unable to move your legs, mainly since the strain of trying to use the technique while punching or swiping can cause massive damage to the muscle and bone.” Eyeing Haru critically, Aine’s emerald gaze turned from inquiry to serious. “Senda requires a great degree of reiatsu control to keep from ripping your arms off. So I would suggest paying close attention.”
Lifting her left arm parallel with the ground, Aine’s right hand traced a line from her shoulder to the tip of her fingers. “The path or creating Senda flows from the shoulder all the way down the to the hand, and you must be sure not to leave any gaps in the flow or when the movement takes place you’ll cause the area occupying the gap to distort, implode or even explode depending on the essential structure of your own reiatsu.” Returning her right hand to her shoulder, she let go of some of her tightly controlled reiatsu, emmassing more then she needed to make sure it took on the form of black mist. Ever so slowly Aine drug her hand downwards, covering her arm with compressed roils of swirling mist, “this is the most dangerous point of compression about the arm, the moment you take the loose energy and push it into a smooth and complete covering.” At first Aine simply pressed her hand to her wrist, compressing the mist into a matte black sheath of energy, but after the first few pats she let her knowledge of the technique guide the rest into place about her arm without physical contact.
“If there is no compression of your own energies, then Senda will just fall apart and there will be no propulsion. But, because of the compression needed you’ll feel an instant crushing force surrounding your arm and hand, its unnatural knowing your own reiatsu is to blame for it, but you have to master that uncomfortable feeling. Until you’ve trained further with the technique, I’ll advise keeping your hand either in a fist to get used to the feeling or open with all of your fingers held tightly together. Any other gesture might snap a bone on the first go around.” Unsurprising, Aine’s fingers were splayed wide, but she mimed a fist and open palm quickly to match her lecture. “The only other advice to offer before trying out just this…relatively simple coating, is to use more reiatsu expression then what you’d expect to expend just getting this far. You’ll notice you’ll have a hard time holding onto the correct feeling of crushing your arm and let go of some of your control without noticing. I say that because the more you use now, the less likely you are to leave an open spot where the combined forces could cause you some sort of injury.”
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 5:49 pm
"Considering I hear the old man once took two captains on at once, I know I have quite a long way." chuckling to himself, Haru put his hand on the end of the scroll, and released a small point of reiatsu on the end of the paper, causing it to roll back up and reform the seal. Catching the red scroll as it fell, Haru moved it back inside his sleeve, right above one of his zanpaktou. Watching Aine move, Haru's attention was solely on the small woman as she rolled on the ground onto a handstand, something that caught him off guard. What kind of technique would require him to stand on one of his hands? It didn't look practical to be used in a fight, and in his training there were no moves that could set something like that up. Why in the world-
His thoughts were cut short as he felt a brief pulse of reiatsu and saw Aine's form suddenly disappear, quickly looking around to try and find out where the small woman had gone. When she spoke behind him, Haru seemed to jump, quickly jumping forward and turning around, his mind going blank for a second as his body moved on its own, making him go into his fighting stance. When he saw that it was just Aine, he relaxed slightly, and stood up straight before he spoke. "What the hell? Don't scare me like that..." His voice trailed off as he heard her start to explain something, so he stopped talking as to not sound like he was trying to cut her off. Senda. The technique sounded similar to one inside of the scroll Asuma left him, the Oto Ken, where one pushed reiatsu into the arm to allow it to move at insanely high speeds and make it look like the arm and sword were vibrating. While they seemed similar, Oto Ken didn't have the risks that Aine's technique had; crushing the arm or even ripping it off. But then again, this technique sounded more his style than his father's move.
Haru was decently versed in reiatsu control, already having mastered one of his father's techniques that required him to focus reiatsu around his hand. But that took him quite a while to learn. And now, he would somehow have to learn how to do it over his whole arm? Well, he wouldn't know until he tried. Giving Aine a slight nod, Haru moved his right arm out in front of him, parallel to the ground, putting his left hand to his right shoulder as he focused his reiatsu. Closing his eyes, Haru tried to remember the way he was taught reiatsu control in the first place. You need to be able to visualize what it is you're doing before you do it, otherwise you'll have no damn idea what it's supposed to look like and you'll most likely blow yourself up. The old man's voice chided Haru in his mind, and he smiled, just a little, as his reiatsu started to pour around his shoulder, molding around as his left hand controlled the flow, and his mind directed the shape. As the reiatsu molded around his arm, Haru started to try and compress it, making it hold tighter around his arm to keep it's shape. Instantly, Haru felt the pressure Aine had been talking about. It felt like belts were wrapping around his shoulder and upper arm, tightening the more he tried to control his reiatsu. While it didn't hurt, it was uncomfortable. he would just have to get used to it.
Starting to move some more reiatsu down his arm, Haru pumped out more from his left hand and molded it around his arm with his mind, feeling the pressure slightly increase the more it moved down his arm. it felt like he was wearing a tourniquet only around the whole upper part of his arm. He didn't dare let up the pressure for fear of the technique failing and imploding on him. Dammit, he was only halfway there but already he was having a really hard time keeping the technique together. More reiatsu maybe? Quickly pumping out more from his left hand, the pressure seemed to lessen around his upper arm, going from the tourniquet to the belt feeling. So, he needed a lot of reiatsu to make the technique even a little more comfortable. It was all about dense reiatsu around the arm, not a little spread about. The pressure would only increase then. Slowly moving more reiatsu down his arm, it had gotten to his wrist by now, and he was sweating. By the time Haru had gotten to this point, the tourniquet feeling had come back, but considering it had been like that when he had first gotten past his elbow, he ignored it. Quickly pushing his hand into a fist, Haru moved the reiatsu down the small amount needed to completely cover his entire arm, letting out a pent up breath before standing there, waiting. He didn't dare break his concentration to speak. He would wait for Aine to tell him to continue or not, or to simply release the technique.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:43 pm
A poet is a nightingale,
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
A flux of reiatsu concentrating into a slower trickle, nearly pausing then an outpouring, Haru was at least getting what she’d said. The onset of more than needed reiatsu followed by concentration into a tight shell indicated to Aine that he’d gotten to the point she’d stopped at. “Breath kid, passing out isn’t going to help you.” The Guardswoman asserted, noticing a little late that he’d been holding his breath. “I’m sure you learned in classes that all martial training requires breath control; make sure you don’t hold your breath…though as soon as you use Senda for the first time it might feel like the breaths been pushed out of you.”
Taking a few long strides backwards, Aine dropped to her knees momentarily before placing her left fist to the ground and putting her right hand on the junction of her left shoulder and neck. Next, she came to balls of her feet and leaned over her extended arm, putting the majority of her weight over the reiatsu coated arm. “The first few times using Senda, you’ll want to be in this ridiculous position. Trust me, any other and you’ll toss yourself into something that’ll break a rib or worse.” Pausing, Aine waited for Haru to follow her lead. “Now, the trick to getting propulsion out of this reiatsu compression is to suddenly allow the concentration at the top of the arm to roll downwards as fast as possible. When it gets to the your knuckles the stored energy will release and send you flying, so hold onto your underwear.” Without stopping, Aine triggered the compression on her arm to release. One moment she was stationary and the next the Shunpo like technique had jettisoned her into the air high enough to clear the building tops.
Returning to earth, Aine’s feet sank into the grass to absorb her weight as she landed. “You want to go straight up until you’ve gotten used to how to release the pressure and cause it to snap downwards. Once you’ve gotten this down, you can put your fist to a vertical surface and use it to move backwards or forward depending on your orientation. I highly suggest backwards first as to not dislocate your shoulder. Oh, and brace yourself. You’re about to feel like someone just punched you in the back as you rise. The speed increase does it and will gradually go away. Just try not to land on your face on the way down.” Finished, Aine plopped down in the grass again, arms and legs crossed as she intently studied Haru.
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 6:07 pm
Breathlessly chuckling to himself, Haru still stared at his arm, focusing solely on the reiatsu around his arm. He knew all too well that holding his breath would simply make him pass out, but he knew how long his body could go without that happening. He was well within his limits so far, but it wouldn't hurt to start breathing again. Slowly letting in a breath, Haru listened intently to what Aine was saying, making sure to not let any of his concentration slip away from his arm, less he remember of the consequences if he did. Moving slowly, the control over the reiatsu along his arm was a little easier, but the pressure never lessened. He doubt it ever would. Like Aine said, he would just get used to it. There were no physical things that were pressing against his arm, just the pressure from his reiatsu pressing his very arm in on itself trying to find equilibrium. That equilibrium could not be broken.
Slowly leaning over, Haru made sure to keep his arm completely straight as he pressed his fist against the ground, able to completely stand up simply from training with his own martial style. Keeping his left hand up at his shoulder, Haru had thought of a way while standing there focusing the reiatsu on how to move it back down his arm as Aine had done. While it would have to be phased out eventually, the fact that he had an idea of what to do was good enough. Moving his fingers gently against the reiatsu around his arm, his left hand quickly traced down his right arm, focusing on the reiatsu and having it quickly fly forward, following his hand as it exploded forward, moving off his arm right before his wrist. Already used to controlling reiatsu around that area, he let his body take control of the reiatsu. It quickly hit the ground below him, propelling Haru quickly into the air.
It felt like a sonic boom had reverberated against his body. It completely took his breath away. Even with the momentary loss of breath, Haru didn't lose focus on what he was doing. His right arm still hurt, throbbing slightly. Even his left hand tingled from the reiatsu he had to push with it. Still, his left hand hit against Haru's chest, knocking the wind back into his lungs, reiatsu pushing once more into his right hand. What came up always had to come down, and he had just started. As Haru went towards the ground, his right arm cocked back, just as he got within reach of the dirt below. His right arm snapping forward, Haru's legs and lower body contorted upwards just as the reiatsu from his hand exploded against the ground, displacing the pressure of his fall against the ground, exploding outwards in a shower of dirt and dust. Steadying himself as he quickly stood from a crouching position, Haru smirked, looking over to Aine. "Well, was that close?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
