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Tsubasa nodded as Hiroshi listened, he spoke once again. "Take a seat in the dry spot...Balance yourself among the water..." He was gonna teach him something special, to get a feel for his body and help himself master it even further. But not just that this would allow him to find a piece of his path perhaps if he was ready. Once he'd complied with Tsubasa's request he let the water flow again, the current hitting Hiroshi square in the chest as he continued to observe, Tsubasa closed his eyes exhaling now as he walked from the stream now, his crimson eyes looking on at the clouds, so his future was getting closer. Hiroshi would have a heavy burden on him and would perhaps become more then what he was. However the war somethings needed to be done soon his burdens would rise. Rumors had spread about Tsubasa's efforts in the war how much he did, some people could hardly believe that he took the Gold Coast by himself. Tsubasa would easily claim it was a joint effort between he and the men whom followed him into hell. He'd grown and changed despite his great strength, growing never did end completely. People grew and became better as time went on this was the process of life. Making themselves complete and showing signs of learning and growing as they would become people. Rounding the edges of a stone, Nis someday Tsubasa would need to say sorry for putting his brother one of perhaps many through the hell he had. But as time went on this training would mean something, his eyes returned to his pupil training. Tsubasa closed his own eyes letting his breathing lighten, feeling the things come into his range slowly.
Things were different after all somethings hadn't been told yet, Tsubasa Unabara what destiny did he have in all this. That was another unknown, Surpass Yamamoto Genryusai and become one of the greatest Shinigami to live. And bring order and stability back to the Gotei 13, that was the goal and dream. He used the 12th to make it happen to a degree. Tsubasa was an enigma but one with a purpose many Captains had shown respect for, his growth had made things very clear in the end. Hiroshi's development was important, important to see him come ahead in this world. Someday Hiroshi would wear a mantle of a Captain, this was a simple truth. Tsubasa knew it as did others whom trained their students as Captains. But for now only time would tell how much Hiroshi learned from the second stage.
When the river hit Hiroshi in the chest it was like a brick wall. He didn't know why, but it started to make him weaker. As he sat there he knew from his experience on the last step that he needed to listen. He needed to take each word Tsubasa said and find the truth in it. He needed to do so before this river ended up completely draining him. He too was in this war. It opened his eyes to a lot of realities. Some of them were he wasn't nearly as close to his goal as he wanted to be. In fact compared to monsters like that Crutch holding idiot and the faceless monster which he faced he wasn't anywhere close to their strength, and he needed to be if not stronger. This grew his resolve that much more.
Hiroshi examined Tsubasa's words very carefully. He said to balance himself amongst the water, but what did that mean exactly. What did it mean to balance himself? How woulld he balance himself in this water? Balancing himself reminded him of when he fought with himself for perfect control. He just went right at it and did nothing but tried. He didn't think he didn't focus. To find that spot he had to stop and think and concentrate. Maybe that is what Captain wanted. Earlier he said mind and body needed to be in tune in order for a person to really have perfect control. So because his first what mostly body, he was led to believe that this one was mind.
Hiroshi closed his eyes feeling the water rushing against his body. Hearing the dull roar that was created by his presence. He felt the cool sensation of the water around him. He then took all of that and ignored it only focusing on himself. His body sitting in on this spot. His spiritual energy flowing through out his body. He just focused on his body. His breath was slow, deep and constant. His strength then began to come back and as he only focused. To him all there was now was his body. Sounds had disappeared, feeling was barely there. All that was there in his focus was him
Tsubasa wasn't one to remain still things needed to be handled and the truth of the matter was his fight in Gold Coast was something, some people said he was the first to arrive. Tsubasa had a motto of sorts he would be the first one there and the last one to leave of his people. He didn't talk much but the Captain of 12th was known as a warrior over a scientist. Though that wasn't to say he didn't have the prowess for it, Tsubasa could invent many things. But he'd decided that the order and stabilization of the Gotei 13 was the biggest thing. Ibiki the Captain of 11th had asked him how and he'd said his actions would be the thing that did it. He would use his strength and actions for the time were words made impact were not there anymore.
The fact was Tsubasa teaching Hiroshi did take time and he could only teach him to a degree. For chances were his fate would be decided soon, some rumors said he may of been becoming the new leader of the Gotei 13. These rumors seemed to spread among the people. Tsubasa's eyes remained settled on the boy as he tried to figure things out about his instructions. The truth was he didn't do this sort of stuff yet, but Tsubasa knew the swordsman's blade couldn't be weighed with anger or emotion. It had to be used to be a quick tool of killing. Tsubasa decided he may get it better if he was shown. "I'll show you...Hiroshi." Tsubasa said calmly as walked ahead of him where the current was stronger. Sitting down slowly he exhaled a light breath. Everything around him became stable it seemed, calm the water's pulse seemed to relax as it passed through him. Tsubasa didn't seem to move yet he didn't fight the current of water.
He let it flow through him, the trick of swordplay wasn't about being strong it was being able to flow like the river. Be able to change at the possible coming of a simple rock or something that couldn't move. The trick was to be strong and yet able to adapt. His eyes remained closed, he could sense emotions and understood when Hiroshi was having problems, perhaps him showing him what it looked like would help perhaps not. Only time would tell if the lessons proved to be helpful to the student.
In truth Hiroshi was having trouble with this. He could attempt to focus, but it still wasn't enough. His strength diminishing like a tap that was open that slowly and continuously drained away at his strength. He tried to figure what Tsubasa was saying but no matter how much he tried to focus he only demolished the strength of the river a little bit. He was not going to fail Tsubasa. This was not just a normal training session. He knew that the merit of Tsubasa in the war was enough to where something big was going to happen. He had no idea where he was going to go in the equation of the 12th division once his Captain left or if he did, but what he did know is if Tsubasa was to no longer be his Captain he would do his best to honor him and his legacy. Death would not become him, because he would not let it stop him. Even if he was brought to Death's door he could knock it down just to achieve what he desired.
He was a small amount embarrassed realizing that Tsubasa realized that he was struggling, but at the same time he had no room for shame or pride. He was not going to allow anything as stupid as those to get in his way so he continued to sit as he watched Tsubasa enter the area of the river that was stronger and thicker. From what he was experiencing right now he knew that he had at least half of his energy drained so far and if he had moved up to where Tsubasa was it only take a few more moments tell he completely was drained.
As Tsubasa made his way over he observed his every move. Not only did he watch his physical movement, but his energy as well. Once he took a breath not a muscle moved. The thick and strong river didn't move him at all. His spirit energy though extremely strong was calm and serene. The river reacted to him as well. Once it reached Hiroshi it was still the same, but around Tsubasa everything was calm. It was like a fractured and disturbed pond was hit in the middle with a single drop of water and all of it was calmed from the single wave created by the drop. He focused all into one, and all of them became one in clarity and calm.
This was another level of focus that Hiroshi had never seen or done before, but if he were to live through this then he would need to. This entire time he was focusing on himself trying to fight the water, but that wasn't the way to do it. Tsubasa was fighting the water he was accepting it. Making it a part of him while focusing all aspects of his body and spirit the water mimicked him. Hiroshi would need to re-focus himself from focusing on being against the water to making it a part of him. He would ether die or figure this out. He wouldn't leave this water from any other way.
With Hiroshi's legs crossed he placed his hands on his knees and while facing forward. His last thing that he saw was Tsubasa before him. He took in everything. Taking a deep breath In and out slowing down his pulse. He relaxed his muscles through out his body calming himself. Having half the strength and it continually being drained helped that a bit. Then his continuously draining energy he took control of. With it originally focused on fighting against the drain he refocused it to where it was tuned to his body and to his environment. As he did this he did this he allowed the water to pass through him. Instead of being the stone that was bombarded by the water he became a part of the river itself. Slowly he began to notice his strength wasn't draining away. The once abrasive water instead of shredding away at him became like a gentle flow of water that barely felt like it was brushing against his body. Hiroshi had never felt this before. It was difficult though. He had never had to sustain a focus like this before.
He sustained this focus for a few minutes and then his strength began to sap little by little again. This was a battle that he needed to fight. It wasn't just a task it was his goal. His motivation needed clarity or he would break under the pressure. What were his goals he thought to himself.
*What is it that drives me? Who drives me? Why does it drive me?*
He thought back to when he originally became a shinigami. Why did he pick up that Zanpakutō? Why did he pick up his Zanpakutō? His Zanpakutō wasn't for his strength. It was for others. His Zanpakutō was only picked up for others. That was his motivation. That is why he does what he does. Once he realized this his focus increased. His strength was no longer sapping from him and the water around him became calm as it easily passed by and through him
Tsubasa's lessons weren't like most swordsman, the art of the blade wasn't mindless slashing and swinging their was an art form to it all it's own. Disciplined and perhaps more so then anything a strange way of swordplay for a murderer, most people knew the Unabara Clan to be killers. The best of their field in some arguments, Tsubasa fought and showed his power only in small volumes but the rumors were he was stronger now then he'd been during the war. Tsubasa exited the river now, cracking his neck the old training method wasn't to much for him. But this happened to only be stage one of it all, training the pupil before him was going to evolve into a new form soon. Swordsmanship was the formless yet focused art of death. Showing intense focus and the strength to make yourself a weapon was part of the process for those whom didn't understand. The next stages of training after the three here would make it appear to be just a breeze in the wind. Tsubasa designed the swordsmanship that he uses himself, into a fine made weapon. But their was more, Tsubasa was planning to let his student see something. What made him a different person from most, while his style of sword play was indeed disciplined and different from most. Tsubasa's eyes focused on the woods as he saw what he was looking for. It was a couple of people who'd left the Gotei 13, traitors to be exact was the term used for those who turned their backs on others. Hiroshi, come...I want you to see this..it's part of your lesson.. This was part that Tsubasa didn't show his previous students, because it wasn't something alive at the time he walked forward towards the people who'd abandoned the Gotei 13.
Leaving his Haori behind so not to make them frightened, it wouldn't move from where he left it. His form stopped in the middle as he spoke now, he closed his eyes slowly letting the crimson orbs shut. "Someday you'll find something about yourself..I am letting you see what only two have seen..thus far...as my Student is important for you to know your Master's path. Tsubasa's eyes opened as the men closed in a murderous aura swelled around him, it stopped them all dead. The feeling of being stabbed overtook those in the area around him, this blood lust could almost make a hollow look tame. His eyes stared at them, none of them were at his level and it was clear. Showing his pupil what the Unabara Clan's power really was, it was also so he could see the outcome that came from sword that kills. It wasn't something he wanted Hiroshi to go down, Hiroshi he believed would walk the path of the Sword that protected. A path Tsubasa didn't travel not till recently did he begin down it.
"This...is the path of the sword that kills..The path of the Killer.." His body was cloaked in an aura, most of the people around him had passed out some shook in sheer horror not from his pressure either. Tsubasa hadn't bothered using it or doing anything with it. He walked away now, his figure going to stand beside the figure of HIroshi as the crimson aura around his frame faded. It was much more bloody and less pretty then reiatsu. His breath exhaled as he let the feeling go, showing Hiroshi this was a purpose. It wasn't the last stage of training by any means, Tsubasa walked back to the river leaving the traitors shaken an simply paralyzed in fear unable to move a single muscle. Some of them simply lay shaking a hell butterfly flew off from Tsubasa's figure as he returned to where he needed to be. Tsubasa sat silently letting Hiroshi continue his training in the river if he'd not figured it out.. Tsubasa would speak once more, he wanted one thing answered.
"What is the most important thing for a swordsman Hiroshi? It was a question, but the way he was Tsubasa knew the answer some would think. But the fact was there was no answer, the question wasn't loaded the answer was. Well it would be interesting to see if Hiroshi could figure it out, he was young but learning well and would continue down his path as he desired. Tsubasa had his path, it was not the path of the killer not anymore. Though he wasn't the protector either, Tsubasa's sword was an enigma as the owner was. Only time would tell what came next.
When Tsubasa called him over Hiroshi rose slowly from the spot he was sitting in causing the water to return to normal.He then exited from the side his Captain was on and walked over next to him. He had feltl a little faint from the loss of strength from the river but after these days of training it was only a small hindrance that was worth it to overcome. He had noticed the group who was a bit far off but, didn't know what was to happen next. As the Captain removed his Haori Hiroshi picked it up and draped it over his arm. What he saw before his wasn't just his Captain approaching targets. Traitors who didn't deserve the breath that they took. It was more like he watched a predator approach his clueless and helpless prey.
In the next moment there was a moment of silence. Looking back at it he would later describe it as the calm before something would not only open his eyes to the nature of his Captain, but strike fear into his heart. He knew his Captain's decision towards his sword but what came next was something so vicious he had no way to explain it. This blood ridden aura that had a force of death like nothing he had seen before. Watching the men drop in their place they were not the only one effected. Feeling this immensely overwhelming aura of death he could not help, but feel overtaken by it. By the feeling of death itself. He knew what he must do. To counteract it he focused himself as he did in the river. He knew if he fought the aura he would lose so all he could do is embrace it and try to fully sort of cope with it. He fought through it not understanding how the Captain came about to having this aura or why, but as it dissipated there was a slight hamper in his breath.
Hirsohi realized that this is who Tsubasa was. Whom he had trained to become. This aura that surged through him was nothing, but the purest and most potent intent to kill that Hiroshi had ever felt. This is what Tsubasa had decided to become, and Hiroshi did not feel worse about him, but was just able to get a better idea of who he was.
As Tsubasa returned Hiroshi handed him his Haori and walked farther up closer to where Tsubasa was, but not all the way there as of yet and sat. He took one breath after the other. In a slow and near melodic pace at a rhythm that slowed the heart and calmed the spirit. This time the water was more fierce but after a few minutes it regressed in a slower moving and calm flow of water. He had to fully take in what had just happened while figuring out something for himself. He had believed he knew who he wanted to be, but what would the outcome be? How would he end up? What would he have to do to achieve what he so dearly fought for? All the questions calmly passed through his mind, and though he did not know all the answers one thing was for sure. His sword was one of protection. Hiroshi was not afraid of killing or shy to it in the least, but only when it was necessary would he. His sword was meant to protect. It was meant to stand between those who wished harm upon the ones he cared for. It wasn't guided by any sort of feeling of justice. It was driven by the single thought.
*My strength is not for me it is for those whom rely on me. I do not raise my sword for myself but for them*
With his mind now silent Tsubasa asked him a question. It definitely wasn't something he expected but never the less it was a valid question all and all. What is a the most important thing to a swordsman? It was something that someone could argue about for days and still maybe never get right. Some could argue their weapon. Others their resolve. Some even their personality. His focus shambled a small amount as he pondered what it was, but he took a hold of it once more and rung the question through his head being the only singular though in his head. He waited for a moment and reflected his days. Reflected upon what his Captain had been saying. Perfect control was the first. A balance, but only one part of it. The second was his focus. Another balance. He would have answered that if it was the only thing on his mind, but he could not get over what he had witnessed with Tsubasa. The fact that he possessed that did not bother him, but why he had to obtain it.. Then it finally hit him. Captain would not have become what he had for it not because of the journey which he had chosen. Each and every choice compounded by each and every result. Hiroshi then calmly opened his eyes making sure not to lose his focus and replied in a soft, but tangible voice saying
"The most important thing for a swordsman is the journey they put themselves on."
Hiroshi said this with no hesitation and he continued after a deep breath
"It is not just the skills they possess. Or the weapons they venture for. Those are accumulated through out their journey. It is the decisions that they make that form a swordsman. Whether they carve a journey riddled in blood. Or always choose the path of least resistance. The most important thing for a swordsman is the decisions that they make on the journey that they have chosen.
After Hiroshi finished his sentence he closed his eyes once more and put his full focus on not dying in that river as he waited for what Tsubasa's response would be. He didn't hesitate with one word, he spoke and he believed every word. There was no room "maybes" or "possibles" it was how it was.
The answer was correct, partly the other thing gained from the journey was important. Something one couldn't teach, something that came only from the journey. Experience, that was the greatest weapon a swordsman or any warrior could ask for. A loss wasn't truly something to be sad about, doing this allowed them to become stronger. To grow in depth and learn how to become a true warrior. The journey wasn't easy and Tsubasa knew it better then most could. He'd experienced much, the myth of war that couldn't be thought. The fact that the word impossible was something that simply wasn't a truth. The impossible was the easiest to accomplish, all one had to do. All that a warrior and person had to do to accomplish it. Was seize the future, seize hope and see the change that would come. Tsubasa had done this in many ways for the Gotei 13 and the people around him. The Unabara, simple farmers whom were on the brink of destruction. He owed his brother some, but the natural that he was quickly shined over the family. Proving his prowess and again he did it here, he walked among the sacred grounds of the Iramasha. Going to the war by himself to make a difference, Tsubasa was the launching peg for the warriors. The one who seized hope, among his Division despite now being the greatest scientist that Urahara or Mayuri were. He showed something not seen for years, he showed his endless courage and willpower. Perhaps simple focus mistaken for those, but his fearless and get it done nature shined brighter in ways that people couldn't quite fathom. He was an enigma by most statements as he was likely to do exactly what he said. Words were pointless in his eyes, actions spoke the loudest.
HIroshi had him to look at as a figure to learn from. " Yes, but something comes from it...Experience is the greatest weapon..I showed you what my path brought, learn from it if you desire to walk a different one.." Tsubasa state it as he took and put his Haori back on, he kept a calm and somewhat rather relaxed view now. Something great was going to come of it, the world was changing. Soon things would become clear for everyone, hope was seized and not lost, it was here just someone had to take it. Tsubasa inhaled as he looked on at Hiroshi now. "This is all I can teach you..the rest is up to the path you walk..If you need help I can do that, but the training methods shown will deliver the best results..However your path may lead you down a different road.." Tsubasa had a very confident and rather tranquil aura about him, it made it strange to think such a person had the killer fury in him. The results of one's path could lead down a thousand paths.
Hiroshi's journey was his own, Tsubasa wouldn't interfere in it. A warrior's greatest lessons came not from his master, but from the journey.
For the first time in a long time Hiroshi felt confidence. He had never seen it as a problem for him, but his silence may have been a symptom of it. The words he spoke were ones he had more confidence in then any other words he had ever spoke in his entire life. It wasn't because he was lacking the strength to do so, and it wasn't because he was trying to show off to his Captain. They were words he completely believed in and to have his Captain reassure him made it all the better.
Hiroshi stood up and walked over to his Captain in an unwavering and slow stride. These days of training weren't just some training to him. These days of training were a turning point in many aspects of who he was. From his fighting style to his confidence to his resolve. He had emerged someone different after this. Someone better, stronger and more equipped for whatever would happen next.
Hiroshi stood in front of his Captain and looked him in the eye for a few moments then bowed fully in respect to his Captain
"Captain Tsubasa, thank you. I know the path I must walk now, and I will continue to grow the strength and skills you have given me. No matter the outcome of this war where ever you end up you will always have my loyalty, and until the day you do leave the 12th Division I devote myself to being the best Lieutenant in the Gotei 13 for your sake and the sake of the Gotei 13 itself. Again thank you."
Hiroshi then rose back up and awaited his Captain's lead, because from this day on his life was changed. His vision was clear, his strength had grown and his resolve was strong.
Tsubasa stopped in a place where nothing was nearby it was empty and life wasn't here. This place would do his eyes turned towards that of Hiroshi as he exhaled a breath. "One Last thing, I want you to see the end result..of my path..My power.. Tsubasa didn't state it as though a bad thing, this was simply where his destiny took him. Around him reiatsu began to form as it exploded out shaking the ground causing some lighting to form in the skies as his power exploded around them, causing perhaps the entire Rukongai to shake. It wasn't something small, Tsubasa's full power was fierce and could be felt from the Seireitei most likely, his strength wasn't something people could joke around with. His reiatsu exploded into the skies and seemed to cover the entire area, the fact was he was holding back still. He wanted Hiroshi to see just one last thing as he let his reiatsu explode and showed his unreleased power. The mountains around him cracked and tree's fell. The sheer force of his pressure and power causing damages for miles. Lighting and thunder exploded within the skies and the fact was he only did this to benefit the young Shinigami. The reiatsu soon faded away as his crimson eyes focused in on that of HIroshi now. He walked over to him now having shown the power lingering just a glimpse. He couldn't afford to go all out if he did the damages would be high. This place was off and only some of the area was damaged. He'd most likely been shaking things up as he released that glimpse though. He patted him on the shoulder and walked away, leaving him with the lesson of power to think on. Where his power would take him and what he would gain from it.
Tsubasa Unabara had a destiny still coming out, he would be the leader that gave the Gotei 13 a new destiny. The one whom seized hope from the jaw's of what held it. His destiny had only begun, time would only tell what came next. Tsubasa had a job that was far larger then most could hope for. He was the one who had to keep this place going and fight anyone whom came to challenge him. He was not going to be the 12th Division's leader long many said his strength and wisdom were better off in the 1st and some worry about them maybe punishing him lingered. But all that remained at this point was what came next as his Haori showed the symbol of the 12th. He disappeared walking back to his home his lessons for Hiroshi were done, the next lesson was the path Hiroshi took and he couldn't intervene in it. Hiroshi's path would be his own.