Train me, damnit (OPEN i guess)

The morning Sun emitted wave after wave of heat, warming the Living Realm immensely. The heat blew through the cloak and shirt of The Angel of Darkness, causing the heat to be absorbed within the black color of his clothing. With the heat of his clothing heating up for the sun, he didn't really have need for the cloak that he wore. However, he still wore it for some reason. As his left hand drifted to his Zanpakutō, his pale fingers gently wrapped around the hilt of the Shinigami's main weapon. The young boy inhaled, before exhaling silently. The wave of uneasiness that came from his heart and soul was powerful. He felt so on edge today. Why? He was paranoid about multiple things. After the events with Zaine Kil'Jaeden and his minions, the Angel of Darkness was always nervous about traveling to the Living Realm.

His pale fingers gripped tighter on the Zanpakutō that hung at his side, but they soon slipped down to the sheath of the sword, and his thumb soon traveled to under the tsuba. His eye darted around, scanning for any threats that could be possible within his vicinity. A wave of spiritual pressure hit him and he near fell over from how massive it was. He head spun upon contact with the spiritual pressure. Nausea and dizziness hit him with full force, and he fell to his knees. Holding back the urge to throw back up his breakfast, Henrex reached under his scarf, covering his mouth with his hand and squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head back and forth, trying to keep himself from vomiting.

As the minutes went by, the nauseating feeling soon faded, and Henrex finally was able to stand up. As he did, his entire body shook and stumbled. He was having trouble standing. He feet trembled underneath him as he continued to attempt to stand. A single hand went to his head as he stumbled further and further, with him ending up leaning against a wall. Shaky breaths came from the Angel of Darkness as he recuperated. He gently shook his head, before standing up straight. The wave of nausea and dizziness that had hit him slowly faded away, allowing Henrex to move once again. As he started taking one slow, carefully placed step after the other, his mind wondered.....who's spiritual pressure WAS that? It wasn't anyway he knew. He had to find out.

He could tell two things from this spiritual pressure. One, it was a Vizard's spiritual pressure. There were extremely strong traces of both Hollow and Shinigami spiritual energy within the immense pressure itself. The other thing was....it was immensely strong. It was...just slightly stronger than his captain, Kuro Okami. Perhaps....he could help him get stronger? Possibly. This caused Henrex to quickly look around, seeing if anyone was around, before the chain connecting his cloak together would dissolve, and the cloak would fall to the ground. As this was done, the scraping of a sword leaving it's sheath would be heard, as the quick movements of Henrex's wrists and hands quickly sliced two large circle shaped holes in the back of his shirt.

With those holes, it revealed two black wing tattoos. As these holes were formed, these two tattoos would glow and slowly begin to enlarge. True wings were formed. Black, feathery wings. These wings would slowly grow from his back, before releasing a small shock-wave of spiritual pressure due to the seal that had been placed on him to hide these wings, as well as the seal made of his own spiritual energy/pressure. The wings that he had just unsealed would spread wide, and Henrex would crouch down. Allowing his foot to slip forward, Henrex would take flight. Flying high into the sky, Henrex would soon be able to track and locate the exact location of the spiritual pressure he had just been hit by.

The eye of Henrex Astillon would slowly scan the area, before finally being able to pinpoint exactly where this spiritual pressure came from. A training area? From the height Henrex was at, he was unable to fully tell what it was. As Henrex slowly flew over, his body would descend as he drew closer. Landing on the ground a small distance away, Henrex's wings would slowly retreat into his back, before sealing them once again. As he drew closer, Henrex would slowly draw his sword a small portion from the sheath, and a small pinch of black/purple spiritual energy would emerge from from it, flowing to the back of his shirt, and reach out to cover the two large holes on the back of his shirt.

With the holes in his shirt covered, and his wings sealed, Henrex was hiding himself once more. With his silent steps taking him forward, out of his hiding place, Henrex would slowly reveal himself to the ones in this training area. With the scars on the entire left side of him able to be seen, as well as some of the tattoo-like markings on his arms, face, and hands, Henrex felt mildly uneasy about showing himself. Regretting taking off his cloak, he continued to slowly make his way towards the people there. He regretted taking off his cloak, but he really didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to keep most of his clothing intact. A quiet sigh left Henrex as he soon was within earshot of the people there. His moving feet soon stopped. His eyes would slowly move up, gazing at the trio that were there.

"......."

Saying nothing, Henrex would simply gaze at the trio, waiting for them to say something first.....