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An invite from Tsubasa, was an interesting proposal. He was a hell of a man, especially off the tail end of Jaeden. He could probably help her realize where she was going with her Slip-Stream, give insight into how to perfect it. Right now it was kind of not so perfect that she couldn't do long distances with it. THe short distances she could manage were beautiful, and she loved them as much as she loved the new speed and freedom she had gained from the Auspicious Small God of Traversal. If she could finish it, then she would have a marvel of a thing.
But right now, she wasn't sure what Tsubasa had called her for. Sure she was bouncing around with his family a lot and maybe he wanted to make sure that she wasn't planning on eating any of them or something. He had lost a lot of his people, so he was allowed to be protective over the ones he had left. He wasn't like Mirja, who had nothing and no chance of ever regaining his people. He was far more dangerous, on the edge of losing it all, but still with a chance.
Still, she could show him her trick and see if he wanted to make anything of it, so she covered the last bit of distance with her Slip Stream, moving with The Wind and allowing it to carry her, to give her wings that brought her so gently to her destination. Usually, a person coming out of hyper-speed would make their presence well known, disturbing the air and the ground and generally making a ruckus for those who knew what to listen for. But Mirja's arrival was far more gentle, touching down as if she were part of the wind that surrounded them, rather than forcing it out of her way. "Morning Tsu-Tsu! Did you need me for cakes?" she asked, always a girl for teasing.
Mirja cocked an eyebrow as he claimed he wasn't skilled in Hakuda. It was like, he was an uber boss at everything, how could he not be any good at Hakuda? It didn't compute, really. She was unable to understand what was going on, but then her mind snapped back when he said he was going to touch her. Immediately her murderous intent flared and her silver eyes burned with an intense fire, but she didn't move, a show of great restraint for her. He wasn't touching her, after all, he was touching the Bodysuit she was wearing. She could cope with this, she could handle it.
He was done in a mercifully short time, and filled with notions so wrong they were hilarious. She shouldn't laugh, Mirja was unique after all, but it was hard not to. So the murderous intent was dampened down to nothing, and the wolf girl giggled. "Nothing like that. I've not trained a day in my life, and my diet is terrible. Follow me about for a week and you could give a fitness instructor a heart attack from what I made for dinner. Something went wrong when I was being born. My reiatsu - which was decent for a normal Rukongai person - did manifest outwards. It was blocked by something. And so it manifested inwards. My Spiritual Pressure became my body, hence the lack of any Shinigami sensing. It's on the inside. As my power grew, the pressure grew and so my body got stronger, skin became as dense as steel, muscles fit to put a guy through a wall when I was only forty, and I nearly killed some guy in Zanjutsu training. Restraint was a hard learned lesson. I even had a hair band at one point that repressed a good portion of my power so I could spar properly, but I've misplaced it and I don't want to bug the Research guys for a new one. I've got restraint down anyway these days" she babbled, as if trying to distract her from the automatic reaction of 'murder the man touching me'.
Turning to the dolls for something to focus on, she nodded softly and took a breath. Built for her, meant they would either be really solid, or have something like Ashigoi's Tulpa, Graceful Acceptance, and Return Thircefold. This was Hakuda training, so it'd be cheating to spawn Lady Caliburn to smack one of them and see the trick. Instead, she was going to show the Ex-Head Captain how well she could dance, not having much of a good show last time. Mirja darted in, straight forward and threw a powerful jab at the Doll's face, but then Tsubasa would be treated to something rather interesting, hopefully. The fist she had thrown would vanish, as if it was as insubstantial as the air, and the same moment Mirja would use what would have been a distracting punch to the face to utilize her Footibied technique.
Tsubasa was in the perfect position, and had the perfect set of eyes to see what was happening. Mirja swiftly ducked low and then slipped behind the doll in a single movement of incredible foot work, fast enough that most would feel as through she had vanished entirely. Once behind, she decided to give the unbreakable theory a test by throwing a cross to where the kidney would be, reinforced with God-Bashing Blows and a partial Body Useage Art Saigen to enhance the muscles in her arm. Internal Reiatsu and powered up muscular structure worked together in tandem to deliver a momentous punch, and hopefully get somewhere in impressing Tsubasa.
Interesting doll, Mirja thought, as the reaction from releasing her God-Bashing Blows trashed a good sixty foot in front of the doll she had hit. And it survived as well, which was kind of miraculous. He really did make durable dolls, for them to withstand a good deal of Mirja's strength. Not the Strongest, it was neither Wolf God, nor Zero Point, but it was still in one piece and throwing a punch back equal to the strength that Mirja had thrown. Of course, The Wolf wasn't about to allow such a thing, and she used her Flowing River technique and took the blow to the face. It was powerful enough not to be entirely negated, and her nose broke from the impact, but it was muted considerably.
'Broken nose' Mirja thought, and then fixed it, her nose cracking back into place and setting as if it had never been broken. She wiped the blood away, and then grinned. "They are certainly interesting Dolls. But I doubt they mirror me in my full potential. I have such a bag of tricks I could show you, turn these dolls to mush. I could hit them so hard they would be obliterated before the idea of reflection entered their heads" She told him, cracking her neck a bit and stepping back to watch him.
Tsubasa really was a miracle worker in the field of the sword. The way he flowed so beautifully, Mirja would love to do that some day. With her Body of Clay she could certainly get the flexibility down. It just felt weird, her brain was telling her she didn't bend that way when she really did, now. And so she was going to try that. "I have many tricks in my sleeves, but I'm kind of lost as to what you actually want me to do. Throwing a punch that turns out to be another punch has already proven useless. That's exactly what I did. It was based off the principles of Utsusemi and so actually kind of hits them before it goes poof" she exclaimed, kind of at a loss. This lesson was above her, after all. She just punched things in many varied ways.
Mirja pondered the idea of throwing a punch that was a counter to a punch thrown by the enemy. She wasn't great at the whole thing that he had done, but Mirja was never a girl who copied, more a girl that took an idea and made it her own. So, the dolls returned every hit that was thrown at them, but what if it was a counter-counter? An attack that used an attack that was the result of an attack as the attack. A technique that used Flowing River as a basis, and then moved from there. Taking a stance similar to Meotode, Mirja began her experiment.
The first strike would come from the back fist, hard, fast, but decidedly obvious and it was intended to be countered, then it would be swiftly recovered back to it's starting position as her back fist. Next, when the Doll's reply hit would come, Mirja would catch it on the open palm of her front fist, and then channel the force through her body, picking up power as it moved up one arm, across her shoulder blades, and then into the other, which would snap backwards like a retractable rifle receiving the recoil of the shot, and her front fist would launch forwards, the received power which was her own plus the dolls, added to her own power again, making for one hell of a mighty palm strike as it launched towards the doll and connected viciously. It wasn't one punch changing direction, she didn't think she could do that, but it was certainly more than just a simple Utsusemi Fist.
And then, victory or failure, she would talk to Tsubasa as he asked her a question. "Obviously, going faster. I am addicted to speed. To the ever-present rush of breaking into a new horizon of speed. And the increasing sense of peace as I go faster, and faster. If I just let myself go as fast as I could, I would never have broken the sound barrier. There is always going to be more speed. I have mastered my new Legs, consumed pills of condensed spiritual energy called Small Gods, harnessed the wind to sweep me to my destination with greater, smoother ease. And it is still not enough. I still need more. And I will probably always need more. There is no limit to this, there is no apex to the speed I can achieve, because I will not allow there to be"
Mirja seemed very...zealous about the subject. Like her addiction was not just retoric. Like she was an obsessed junkie and getting faster was the only thing in her life that mattered to her deranged psyche.
Mirja grinned as she had beautifully annihilated the Doll in front of her. It was sturdy, but not sturdy enough to survive that baby. It was an interesting technique, and she felt like a thief for having so many techniques she had stolen and re-purposed from other people, but at the same time having a lot of cool techniques wasn't something she was going to gripe about regardless of their source. Versatility was the key to victory, and if she had to be versatile, she would steal from everyone to achieve that. But then Tsubasa made mention of Damien, which was always cause for a smile. "Ahh, yea. That guy. He was cool. One arm and yet still managed to block three of my fists with his sword. And like you dodged the Flash Point, although this was the normal variant not the enhanced variant. And he seemed to have some sort of autoreaction thing" She told him, but it seemed it was just about the pressure, rather than the skill.
Tsubasa unleashed his power, and it was pretty considerable. Without her Pressure of the Abyss technique, she would have trouble staying on her feet, but as it was, it seemed to not weight her down. Between that and the Small God she had, the spiritual pressure didn't inhibit her in the slightest. "Ahh, I see were you are coming from. But, no. I'm jaded towards the general populate, unfortunately. The only people that will ever be seen as special to me, I don't need to run to, because they are right here" She tapped her heart, and smiled, looking out to the Soul Society. "I am a Shinigami because, to my mind it is literally all I have ever been. I can't remember a time before the Shin'o Academy, and so I felt obligated to do my duty. But I can't honestly say I care for anyone here. Like Beowulf once said. 'I mourn for the loss of your innocence'. And he was right. I lost that, and it is not coming back, and I doubt I will ever be able to care for another person" She said, before swishing her tail as if to bat away such a dreary topic. "But that's just me. I'm a mad wolf with mountian slaying fists, what else is there for me but to cook and to punch? Caring is for people with to much time on their hands"