<< The Middle Man >> ((Frost))

10/07/2413

The very same training took place every year, on the same day!

The sound of endless chatter echoing through one of the most advanced towns the world would have ever seen. The bright midday rays of sun coated the atmosphere in UV rays all of which were beneficial for attaining a perfect tan. Busy individuals scurried around the town rather intellectually which was expected of someone from this specific family. This was no weather to be wearing a suit, but it didn’t faze the businessmen and women of the family who had been dressed more formal than ever. The layout to the town was rather divergent as it had both a vast training field and a perfect financial district at the side of which laid the residential district, the home of the majority of the Yuudeshi family. Large taps slaps and collision sounds could be heard in the vicinity which wasn’t ideal, especially for meditation; however a young individual with broad shoulders and astonishing crimson hair remained balanced on his right arm while meditating.

One individual of many could be seen at the training ground balancing on solemnly one hand while sending short bursts of red reiatsu through the vast grass lands. Many would walk past and mutter regarding the boy born into the Yuudeshi family, the prodigy as some would categorize him. His hair lay at a 40 degree angle while his Zanpakutō lingered half way through the ground around thirty feet from his location. While this individual, Zeda, trained, no one even attempted to enter the training grounds, there was no real reason behind it, though maybe it made them uncomfortable training with another Yuudeshi or maybe because of his family background. Nevertheless he remained focused as the residual spiritual pressures released by his body began to shatter the ground beneath his hand as it ten folded in a matter of seconds; there was an upside to this specific training ground, no matter how much the spiritual pressure increased within the area it never effected people on the outside of the training grounds, only certain individuals such as his father or uncle could potentially generate enough energy to effect the people on the outskirts.

The wind around his body began to pick up pace as it began to spiral around his body, with every second it became more and more violent up until his eyes opened. The sincere diversity created by the combination of his reiatsu, the crushing ground and the bursts of wind mashed a hole through the ground raising dust above the ground and enveloping Zeda within it, it was time to begin. As the earth beneath him crumbled up he rotated his body mid-air while allowing his shinigami powers to prevail… he’d vanished. He was fast, very fast for that matter, but not even close to his uncle which encouraged him to improve, day in and out! His feet were pushing off the ground almost and sound breaking speeds, his eyes focused onto his Zanpakutō as he appeared in front of it in less than a fraction of a second. His right palm clenched the hilt of the Zanpakutō firmly as he carried on his radial path around the training ground. The oscillations generated by the speed of his movement radiated through the Zanpakutō, increasing its cutting capabilities and the friction generated by the tight movement allowed him to slice through the ground as the blade slowly ascended from below. He came to a stop at which point his left, free hand shot down to his waist in order to grab hold if his stop watch and slamming the pause button! “33 seconds, is this broken or something? ” his facial expression changed as he simply gazed at the watch for several seconds while repeating “Only 2 seconds faster”, mentally.