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Mon May 12, 2014 2:45 pm





The place was brought to light atop an area overlooking the Seireitei, he had a clear view of everything. Blue orbs focused in on the world below, many things were on his mind. Somethings weren't going away, Tsubaki was perhaps right and it was time to let it go. To be that boy again, the future was a world unknown of itself. He took things far and let the world judge him as it desired. But after the battle of the Gotei 13 against all that, he'd come to a place where something was clear. The future needed to be trained, Nis was no longer here and Tsukasa had served the purpose of checking Kazuma to be the next. Tsubasa would test Kazuma's resolve, but not in the way most people would think. He didn't need to ask Kazuma what he'd want light or soft training, he wasn't going to get babied and neither would Hiroshi. His orbs locked on the horizon as he slowly drew his sword. The home of the Unabara above the Seireitei glistened looking over the situation, he would wait for them. But it was something behind him that became clear.

Dummies were set up behind him, than many other things. The area had streams and waterfalls, a set of gates leading towards the house. They had ten layers of gates, than a black and purple sphere as well. And than an area with hundred of sakura tree's, but Tsubasa had more than this ready. Those that came here today were going to face the world's coldness. Tsubasa had changed the dummies making it harder, each of them would be required to do something else. Something inside the blue eyed male had changed, his orbs flashed back to crimson as he closed them. His expression changed now as he moved his form in a movement, nothing was wasted and control was absolute in Tsubasa's form. He looked towards the sky, lowering his sword. He didn't have the answer, no it was something unclear and not one person did. He needed to find his answer himself, isolation perhaps was the key. He often wondered if others ever got this feeling. The sound of the breeze making the two haori's flapping caught his ears.

The weight and burden of both was like feeling a tidal wave on your shoulders. You had to be something, something others could not be. Tsubasa had six trials for them, beyond the six were four more. But they would focus on the six as they would be journey's all their own. Kazuma and Hiroshi were going to be tested and most likely face death in the following weeks and months that they were here. Tsubasa decided to take both on for one to two months, this wouldn't be a short time period. But depending on how long it took he would be ready for whatever came with it. His eyes looked up towards the skies now, things were hard to understand. He softly sheathed Byakko for once swordplay didn't help him focus, this was something that could be answered. Tsubasa crossed his legs and closed his crimson orbs. Meditating till they arrived some like the answer, he needed to think. His reiatsu was far more powerful now, he'd gained a massive amount of power taking the layers down.

What came from his fight, he realized he could never reach Iriko. That without Tiamat the person that man treasured most. What could be done, perhaps it was time for him to retire the First Division for good. His shadow would cast over this place for a lifetime, was it foolish to keep a promise. His eyes flashed back to Ibiki and his promise they'd made to one another. The closest thing he had left to a friend, he'd not yet spoken to her about things. Not yet shown her the burden he wore, it was like putting a mountain on your back. These two children would learn the meaning behind it all, six trials that taught them what a Captain needed. These were the true trials, you do not cheer at victory for their is no such thing. A winner must exist yes, but so too must a loser. For every win their is a loss, that loss is echoing in time like a drum. The sound of it beating like a wild blast, Tsubasa's eyes remained shut as the reiatsu of the place remained silent.

Two summoned people during the day, they knew several weeks in advance about being summoned, the training would begin when they arrived. The first test was the Dummies, they would need to come to terms with things, balance themselves and find the inner peace again. Their was more to inner peace than these children realized, Tsubasa was getting close to the answer. Something was coming to him, something close was coming. He was reaching the answer, the answer that Tsubaki had found. She had a power, something she'd shown him and his mind was unlocking it. Unlocking understanding the path, she called him a hero. That could cast his fears aside and that he could survive. Despite losing hope so often, she would tell him to look inside and be strong. A hero lies within him and Tsubasa is just that, the hero of the Gotei 13. The man who could do it all, who would train these two to become the next legends. They would become the future, the destiny of the world. It would be up to them to come up with answers.







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Fri May 16, 2014 3:37 am
This day brought emotion to Hiroshi which he had not felt before. His first training session with his Master Tsubasa was nothing less than the toughest thing that he had ever attempted, but even though that was true Hiroshi still was not at the level he needed to be. He had a resounding resolve and like a seed he began set roots and grow. Whether he would become a mighty redwood that stood taller than all else or a thin commercial tree which fell at any storm would be decided by his decisions in the near future. His will was strong enough, but his body and technique weren't. So he had to change and improve, and that is where this training came in.

On his way up to his master's home he was doing the one hobby like thing that he enjoyed over all else. Reading. It was something that distracted him from all else and allowed him to think things through. He wore his traditional Shinigami robe with his Lieutenant patch on his left bicep. His left hand held the middle crease at the bottom of his book as he read it, and his right hand rested upon the hilt of Soudai. Soudai being the partner who he had come to trust and fight alongside.

He went through different different styles which he enjoyed, but the one right now was a psychological action book. It allowed him to take away enough of his attention so he could clearly think about what was happening and what was next for him. He knew he could not stay as Tsubasa's Lieutenant forever so he needed somewhere to step forward. Possibly a Captain position or something else. Whatever allowed him to continue to grow. With all the war that was going on now it was time that someone stepped to the roll that would proficiently allow Tsubasa to be focused on the Soul Society. Either that or it was necessary for someone like a Captain to step up.

Next on his mind was his blade. He obtained a new resolve, but he was still too weak to stand by what he wanted to. His mind may have had the resolve, but it did not show in his blade. Those under his care were still dying, and his enemies were still prospering. Was it that his blade was too weak or was it that he had been too foolish to give up his own weakness so that his blade could shine through. Hiroshi hoped that through this training and through his Master's wisdom he would be able to shine light on this difficulty.

The final thing that he needed to go through before reaching his Master was what he was about to go through. He knew Tsubasa wouldn't put him in the same training as last time and because he had grown in skill since He could only venture to think that this was something on a hole different scale of difficulty. With that in mind he knew being nervous would be a waste of energy and may cause him to lose his life within however long he would be in training. So he easily cast that away and left it at he trusted his Master, Soudai and now he would need to trust himself.

Reaching the estate with his Master waiting for him he closed his book and slid it into his Shinigami Robe for safe keeping. Then approaching his Master he bowed and greeted him

"Hello Master."

Returning to his standing position he just waited for a response and for his instructions.
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Sun May 18, 2014 7:52 pm








"Aaaaaawwwwwrrr...." was the sound that emitted from the lips of the male known as Kazuma, the lieutenant of the second division, as he yawned barely moments after waking up from a well deserved nap that he elected to take on the roof of his division. Judging by the dull pain in his crimson hued eyes as he slowly opened them to the sunlight, it was a good guess to wager that it might be around mid-day. A helping guess was that his stomach was causing quite the ruckus, clearly he was hungry. Perhaps he would get himself something to eat. In fact, that sounds like an awesome idea. Lets do that. Kazuma decided to do so as he gestured his body upwards to the upright position, upon standing the male left he location for the kitchen in the division.

While in the public kitchen of the division, Kazuma began to quiet the beast in his stomach when it dawned on him. He was late for training. Kazuma had always been somewhat elective about his responsibilities, being as aloof as he was. But being chosen to train under the Captain-Commander was sort of a big deal. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Kazuma scarfed down the rest of his food and left the second division, running in the direction where the training was supposed to take place. He was already more than ready for it. In regards to being dressed and such. He wore the usual Shinigami attire, his lieutenant badge was tied to his belt so that it rested on his left hip. It was much more out of the way in that location. Being centrally located, he could easily access it if he had something hidden there and it didn't runt he risk of snagging on something in combat the way it would if it was on his arm.

With a final flash step, Kazuma was in the location that the training was supposed to take place. Hopefully, he wasn't too late. For some reason, there was an odd smell in the air. And he didn't like it. Something was about to go down here. He just wasn't sure what. "I'm here." he said flatly, announcing his presence to the rest of the group that he was now a part of. He looked at each of the other members present, taking in their measure as he did. It was habit, after being a part of the second division; it was just something he did. He stood there, waiting for the orders of what to do next, the light breeze flowing through his hair which then caused his dual-colored hair to fly around a bit.

Kazuma wasn't exactly one to stand on ceremony, so he was more than ready to get started training to become stronger. However, it was something about the location choice that didn't sit well with him. It was like a splinter in the back of his mind, it bugged him; something he couldn't put to rest. There was something about this place that caused unease in him, but at the same time it somehow felt quite familiar. And on some level, he didn't understand why, but he liked it. Could it be that for some reason this location made him feel... Alive? Had he been dead or something? Like some piece of the 'real' him was missing? This seemingly mediocre day just became a thousand times more interesting and he didn't even fully understand why. But it was clear he would soon find out.

It was as if, up to this point, he was walking around missing some part of him. Only made worse by the loss of those he felt were important to him. Then something happened that he didn't fully understand, this feeling welled up in him even more. Alive? The result of this cause him to smirk ever so slightly, but it was enough. It was time to get to the bottom of the feeling he was feeling.





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Tsubasa sensed both of them before they could even touch down, he stood up now as his frame turned slowly. His eyes of crimson staring at both something about the man of the 1st had changed. During the battle he experienced a couple change as he gave each person a nod. "We'll start with the entrance exam." Tsubasa had a special method of making sure these two were ready. He was going to limit the cuff's powers and make certain they were acceptable and not going to kill these two on the spot. Neither one had reached the veteran Captain rank of someone who'd had the power similar to himself as he simply could stand in one place. Tsubasa's need to grow and show life were something only he had. He walked forward, would they write their own future or perhaps they would be the losers. Tsubasa didn't know what outcome awaited those here. Hiroshi would be first, at least on the cuff's as he didn't know how well the journey Hiroshi took went. He allowed his students to walk their own path so they may grow. His index and middle finger pressed together as he drew a circle in the air, cuff's formed around Hiroshi's arms, legs, and chest. The golden glow and rippling static were simply a pretty effect. The real test was being put on Hiroshi now, the cuffs weighed the equivalent of boulders. Each one attached to a limb or body part, this was an old style of training. It was one thing to accept yourself as a person and do something. This would train their spiritual energy and physical bodies to the next level. Judging by what he saw, both were getting closer but didn't realize it. The body never stops growing, physically or spiritually. How you train, will hinder you or make you great. Part of why they were here was Tsubasa knew specially how to take care of someone's body. Make sure it got the proper training to make them the ones to write history. He walked away from Hiroshi now, noticing that Kazuma's nature changed for a moment. He seemed relaxed here, that was odd most aside from Hiroshi found this place slightly nerve wracking.

He proceeded to draw the circle on them as he walked towards the dummy's now. The first trial, would he let them proceed one at a time? It was up to him as he gently slide his Zanpakutō from his sheath. Making a slice into the dummy as he decided to give a lecture on the subject. "Find balance, strong and soft." Tsubasa would not tell them how to do it but a change had been made to these. As the dummy fell dead three were left, these dummies would slice you if you failed to meet the requirements set by him. You have to find balance of yourself, mentally, spiritually, and physically. Mentally simply figuring it out was enough but balancing yourself spiritually with the cuffs on was tricky. Aside from that it would be interesting to see if this crop of people made it to face him. His frame stood straight as he walked over taking a seat. He knew this would take a while, how long was simply a question of each person.

Could take weeks, perhaps days, but hopefully they were wise enough to figure it out. Chidori and Tsukasa said that Kazuma was ready as for his student Hiroshi. It was time to bring the training to the next level for his pupil. Whatever came of it was going to be decided here, his eyes looked on now as he pondered upon everything going. His eyes now observing how they moved with the cuff's, both boys were in good shape. But even so these were challenging and had a special little mental challenge. In order for the weight to be able to be managed, you had to channel energy to key points. Chest, wrists, and legs, by doing this was something that would allow them to move more freely. It taught them to train their energy and allowed them to feel the burden of the holding back. Once they took off the weights they'd notice it, but that wouldn't be till the end of this retreat for training. Tsubasa sheathed his sword now, he was a man of few words. For here words wouldn't save them, only their actions would.

After all it was time for the future to carry the burden. Time for them to step up and get to the level they had to be at.







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Thu May 29, 2014 3:49 am
Hiroshi's eyes had changed from his most recent battles. It had been like something deep within his soul was struck down and carved out forcibly. From the beginning, even before he became a shinigami, all he had wished to do was protect people. For most of that time he didn't care for people personally, but he still had a strong feeling of protection. It was unexplainable, yet his strongest attribute. It made him who he was at his core. Over time he began to change and accept people increasing the protective instinct within his heart. Much like the Lion Soudai whom he calls his partner it is like a beast like instinct. He didn't think much of it, but there was a dark shroud which engulfed his ideals now. He thought if he was stronger he could use that in order to protect the ones he cared for or the ones he called comrades, but at every turn he was letting them down. He watched an entire group of his men massacred and he couldn't do anything about. Not a single thing. They cried for his help and all he could do was sit there and watch. His blade was no longer sharp enough. His strength was no longer good enough. He wasn't fast enough, couldn't take enough hits and could no longer protect. So what was left? What was left for a man who's most basic instinct was ruined?

Something flashed through his mind at the time that this had happened to him. It was his Master Tsubasa. His sword and his strength did the job better than any others. It slayed enemies, but as a result saved lives. By that thought because his current efforts and thought process yield nothing but death. Then if he were to change even if death would still be within his destiny then it would be on Hiroshi's enemies side.Even if it would tempt fate and possibly end his life Hiroshi would turn the edge of his blade onto ending his enemies instead of just protecting others.

Watching the cuffs wrap around him was something that he had never seen in his training with Tsubasa, but it didn't matter to him. When they were fully applied Hiroshi slightly slouched down because of the weight but rose back. He had endured training like this, and knew the balance he must have, but this was different. The weight that restrained him made it difficult for him to focus on the perfect balance which he needed in order to strike this dummy down. Hiroshi wrapped his fingers around Soudai's hilt and unsheathed it holding it out to his right side. Each movement was hindered by these shackles so he would have to completely readjust. He knew the balance necessary, but now he would need to input much more in order to attain it. It seemed to be a difficult task, but if it hadn't been then it wouldn't have been worth it.

Hiroshi knew starting directly with the dummies was foolish so he stood back with Soudai in his right hand and did three strikes in air. Each were weak and unbalanced. No where near where he needed to be. So he kept striking. Each three of the basic strike which were downwards, horizontal and diagonally. Hiroshi continued to apply more and more strength and energy to parts that were necessary for him to strike down one of the dummies. It reminded him of the first training session he had with Tsubasa. It wasn't until then he realized how weak he was, and the same feeling had sprung up now.

He continued to focus on his chest right arm and legs, and kept swinging until he felt the balance. Until he knew that the strike he would give would be the one that would cleave each dummy 10 times with only one strike through.
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Part of Kazuma felt something akin to 'dirty' in the emotional sense for feeling the way he did while in this place. A man who had more in common with a cloud, flowing through life without ever really living, than a person who felt what he felt because he was who he was; had little right to start feeling now. Because of his past, he denied himself for so long it had become as natural as breathing. However, something he wasn't aware of caused something to stir inside him. However small it was at the moment, it was much like tossing a pebble into a large lake. The important question, however, was what concealed itself inside the depths of said lake. Not even he knew.

He did well to hide what he was feeling on the inside, this sense of 'invigoration'. If there was one thing he was good at, it was a poker face. He simply watched the happenings between Tsubasa and Hiroshi with no interjection or gestures in response to any of the events, he simply followed and observed quietly. For that matter, in the back of his mind he was already dissecting how all this was supposed to operate. Watching as these odd cuffs were cast upon the form of Hiroshi, the response to said cuffs and the training that was to be had almost immediately after. It's so weird... The longer he stays in this place, the stronger the feeling grew. Something was off, he missed something along the lines. But what?

He stood like a sentinel as he was in his deep thought, still managing quite well to observe what was going on; as well as start to understand the purpose at a basic level. The cuffs were obviously some kind of inhibitor to make the following training much harder, thus produce more results. Moreover, he had the distinct feeling that they had quite a few more purposes than simply hindering movement. If even half of the things he has heard about the Captain-Commander were true on any level, neither of them would soon forget so much as a single moment of this training or the time they spent completing it. Assuming they lived to remember much of anything. There has been a few reports of fatalities during his training, meaning that it was hardcore to say the least. Then again, he knew that coming here. It's what made it so intriguing.

A word, just one, stuck out that the instructor uttered to them. The term 'balance'. Why on Earth did it stick inside his mind like some kind of riddle? If anyone so much as knew even a little bit of his history, inner balance on any level was something furthest from who he was. Wait... Why did he just think that? Hm'.. He could tell that this training was going to get interesting, to say the very least. During all his inner reflection, some sort of dummy training had begun. Kazuma folded his arms to his chest as he watched not only Hiroshi, but Tsubasa as well whom was also observing the two of them.





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Hiroshi, ah his naive apprentice wasn't aware of it yet it appeared. Lines of cuts appeared around the areas he cut, but not upon the dummy. But his own body as blood dripped down from the body of Hiroshi, Tsubasa's eyes looked at him with soul piercing eyes. Their was more to this than just figuring out the perfect balance of a swing. You had to take it a step further and find personal balance with that came a completion that no one else could really compare things to, his crimson eyes focused in on the male's frame now. Tsubasa wasn't one for many words, but the words he spoke before were still there. Balance, their was a physical, mental, and spiritual balance. Hiroshi knew the first, perhaps so too did the figure of Kazuma. But they both lacked in the same area, Spiritually and mentally balancing yourself. Is harder than anyone could ever imagine, Tsubasa had spent his time training and attempting to become better through the hardest road imaginable. Training like this either made you strong or killed you, his frame walked over to Kazuma now.

Hiroshi's instruction was done, he needed to think now upon it. He'd failed the first test and with the extra weight keeping the physical part harder, he wondered if the male had found spiritual and mental balance. Tsubasa brought his frame to Kazuma, drawing circles around the male's hands and legs now as shackles of golden light appeared slamming his wrist and feet together. He'd have to riddle out how to move, Tsubasa looked at them both as he spoke. Something in his voice made it clear what was to come shouldn't be taken lightly. "The training is different, last time only physically did I test you Hiroshi, this time I test you spiritually and mentally along with physically." Tsubasa made the statement so Hiroshi understood, this wasn't some simple swing the weapon correctly. This was swing the weapon correctly, with spiritual and mental balance. Otherwise you'd simply end up like Hiroshi, sliced in several places and bleeding.

Tsubasa was known for his skill and odd training of course that had several people who died from it. Hiroshi was the first to live through the first training, even Zeda the strong Captain from Seventh nearly died during Tsubasa's training. People died, they came and went but snowflakes in the wind of the world. His crimson eyes looked on, surely in another time Tsubasa would of been much more. The Head Captain, the man who carried the burden of his warriors. So much was needed, but he had no answers for what the world drove him too. His strength paled in comparison to some of his greater skills. Tsubasa was capable of taking people out with simple swordplay, he trained his entire family. The deadly and almost monster like difference of things here were extremely hard to fathom. His eyes were known for being able to look through people. His job was to make these people winners, because they were different, his sword and he himself were different. So far time had come for them, he wasn't the same.

Winners wrote the future, losers merely observed. Hiroshi and Kazuma would be the future's winners.







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Sun Jun 08, 2014 4:56 pm
Blood trickled down his body from his newly received cuts which he seemed to induce himself from miss hitting the dummies. Hiroshi stopped his swings after Tsubasa spoke. This test was going to be difficult especially considering what he had just went through, but for their sake and his he would have to focusing the raging ocean of emotion within him in serene lake which held no disturbances.

"Understood."

Hiroshi pointed his arm and Soudai out to the right and shut his eyes. Slowly calming the resistance within it for a moment it felt as if he was killing them himself, but he wasn't. They were already dead, and keeping a hold on their final moments and his resentment and anger would be his undoing. So with one deep breath like one letting go of anothers hand he released all of it and soon after the rage he had felt subsided. As it subsided his grip upon Soudai loosened and his next task was simple in comparison. He had already been able to balance his physical because of his previous training, so his spiritual was the final of the three part necessity.

In his mind he envision his body covered in a silvery white aura which he came to know as his spiritual energy. It had been focused around his cuts and right arm, but in order for a perfect strike his body must be focused above all. He dispersed the spiritual energy around each wound and the tensed energy in his arm and slowly balanced it through his body. It wasn't exactly an unconscious act, but with his training it wasn't the hardest thing that he had experienced.

Hiroshi stood there for a few minutes still without any change body movement besides the loosening of his grip. From those looking on it would be like he was in a near meditative state. No sound, no break just silence in appearance and in sound.

With all of his energy distributed he was about ready to strike this dummy through, but there was one part left he had near forgotten, until it reminded him that he was there. Opening his eyes he was not where Tsubasa and Kazuma were at matter of face he had been to the place he had been once before. A giant lion which he had come to call his partner in combat stood before him on a giant red dirt plateau in the middle of an endless forest. The first time they met there it wasn't a bit startling to say the least, but if Soudai was going to do the same now he would have already

"You seem to have a change in mind. You would think you would share that with me. You idiot."

Even though appearance wise it only seemed like he was whispering his voice was actually loud and booming. Soudai was a lion that was taller than Hiroshi on his 4's so normally he would be intimidating. This time though Hiroshi backing down.

"Men and women died. Those who trusted us for protection and we failed them. We haven't been able to save anyone with protection. It's time for a change.

Soudai's face cringed in confusion so he didn't respond at first. They both stared upon each other. It was like a stand off and whoever broke first would lose. Hiroshi didn't want to get rid of Soudai, but whatever it took he would do. Finally Soudai spoke and what he said sort of struck Hiroshi like a blow to the stomach

"Fine. I will leave you until you have found your true path."

Soudai then began to walk off and Hiroshi blinked his eyes and in a moment was back to where he had been originally. He wasn't shaken by what had just happened, but more determined. He knew he hadn't been ready because he obviously hadn't found that balance just yet so he sheathed his Zanpakutō and looked over to Tsubasa.

"Give me one day and I will strike this dummy down."

He then walked over towards the edge of the cliff and sat down and began to meditate on the path he would take and what he the balance he needed.


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In less than what could be conceived as an instant, all of Kazuma's appendages had now been restrained by some Kido that he himself was entirely unaware of; to be utilized in his training. He had no problem when it came to physical, not a lot of problem mental seeing as he may not be the most intelligent but when it came to battle he was cunning and quick-witted. His issue had always been this spiritual inner balance crap the Captain-Commander was feeding them. This Kido was taken to an extreme with him, unlike Teijo; his wasn't just weighted it also was bounded. He was on the dirt in seconds, wrists and ankles alike were bound to each other. It was as if this man, this Tsubasa, had it in for him.
"Bastard.." Kazuma wheezed out, having fallen to the ground in which his ribs's fall was broken with his arms. What the...? Did he just cuss? At the Captain-Commander? The hell has gotten into him? To hell with this. Repetitively, Kazuma tried to get up and repetitively he failed. Bound together and weighed by something he was unaware, Kazuma just couldn't get a handle on it. Eventually, after quite the amount of time, he figured out the basis of how to move despite the cuffs and shackles he had now worn as attire; by using his Reiatsu as well as his physical form to move it. So the purpose of these cuffs meant you had to stay at top notch the whole time? Easy enough.

And yet again, he tried to stand and move, his form stood tall once more to make a go at it. He flexed his Reiatsu and charged headstrong forward as if making a b-line toward some invisible enemy that he had his eyes set on to kill, he had gotten just far enough before falling short yet again despite his obvious effort. But what just that in of itself: he had gotten just far enough before he failed yet again. It was like something was wrong with him all of a sudden, a look of shock had played itself along his face as he tumbled and rolled as a result of falling over mid-stride; his limbs having snapped back together. He groaned quietly to himself, his ribs having landed on a rather large and jagged rock somewhere in the tumble which wasn't exactly pleasant. The more he tried the angrier he got, the angrier he got the worse off he got. It was almost as if he was fighting against himself, getting angry only at himself. Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again and again. He kept trying and trying, refusing to give up or give in but every single time something cut the wind from his sails. He could taste blood in his mouth, most likely a result of one of his many missteps thus far. God, he felt like a fool. How many times had he fell, looked like an idiot, how long had it been, had to at least have been a few hours. Pursing his lips to spit out the blood pooling in his mouth, he gritted his teeth trying to fathom what was wrong with him. Why he couldn't handle something so simple today, whereas he could easily do so before? He figured something about this place left him off kilter but that couldn't be all of it, could it?

"You're so entrenched, Kazuma, that you can't see the forest for the trees." said an all too familiar voice, the spirit from his Zanpakutō. Suddenly, Kazuma found himself in his inner world. This place consisted off a lavish cathedral upon a large rather forested island which was floating above a section of a seemingly endless sea; the two connected only by a dock that connected to the water from the border of the island. The time of day, weather, condition of the inner world and such obviously as with most people was reflected by his emotions and such. This time, he was summoned inside the church; he could hear a large storm beating the outside of the church. Turmoil? On the inside was inner turmoil?! What kind of bullshit was this? "I'm not a fan of losing. But more importantly, I've decided to assist you in something you seem to take pleasure in ignoring." a voice echoed throughout the building, void of a body but none the less real.
"Is that so? And what is it that I ignore?" Kazuma retorted quickly. "Yourself." Bokoseido said, forcing images of all his past into his mind. It's as if he was being force fed something particularly nasty, but unable to so much as fight back. He saw again, the death of those he held dear, the life of a child fade as it was seen as naught but a tool to be used, a young man who held onto his survivors guilt so tightly he denied himself most of all. His feelings, thoughts, even his personality; everything.
"You made a promise to yourself and as your partner; I intend to make you keep it. I refuse to let someone 'I' care about let them kill themselves slowly. If you really wish to redeem yourself in their eyes, then do something that seems to be the hardest thing you could ever do. Live. Live and become someone worthy to protect, so that their deaths weren't meaningless." after those final words from his Zanpakutō, Kazuma came to. It was sunset, the clouds covering what little light there was left. The oath he swore to himself. How could he forget? It was about time he started trying to grow the fuck up, and if need be he could take out his rage on the face of some mother fucker who pisses him off.

Black and dark green Reiatsu leaked from his form like a smoky fire. If there was one thing that was true about his persona, he keeps his word.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, pouring out his Reiatsu as a whole and sustaining it. The trick to this was to stay at the top notch, and he was done doing stuff half assed. He jutted out his limbs from each other, a thin line from the Kido's aura connecting the limbs at a distance as if it was desperately trying to reconnect albeit unsuccessfully. He grabbed the hilt of his Zanpakutō and unsheathed it, the Reiatsu leaking from it was enough to engrash a large gash into the ground that the tip of the blade crossed over as he moved it across his form. He set his sights on one of the dummies, in his mind he only saw the person he hated most; himself. He didn't bother with anything, not so much as a flash step; he charged full speed at it and proceeded to slash at it. Despite his obvious experience in sword play, one could easily tell by looking at him even in a rage; he was physically still working through his problems. Slash, slash, slash, slash and slash. He continued to do so, as he did, another thing was made painfully clear; he was second division. Most of them were easily fatal strikes, the rest would incapacitate an enemy. Wound after wound appeared on his body, blood soaking into his clothes. To hell with that, he wasn't going to do anything half assed any more. Everything was full throttle. He was going to make himself become someone who not only they could be proud of, but someone who he could be proud of to see in a mirror.





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Both needed time, they were farther from truth and closer to answers.Hiroshi had his own problems, but Kazuma's spanned further which is why Tsubasa was harder on him. Kazuma was an Unabara, the way he carried himself perhaps was what gave it away. Tsubasa knew them all, he could sense them almost like a pulse. These two hadn't made a choice, internally they needed to come to terms with something deeper than the ocean. Something that prevented people from becoming great, this trial while it's strange nature was something. The dummies were you, that was the key they were yourself. While one method was striking yourself down, you had to realize that their was more to it. That the dummies were beyond just an enemy, they were you and striking yourself was harder than hitting a foe. Only than could you do the task that was required, only than could strike without wounding. This is what made the test hard is no one ever seemed to realize at the beginning, their was more to it than just the dummy is an enemy.

It's logic such as that which prevents you from moving forward, both of them were so set on cutting down the foe. They never walked a mile in the foe's shoes to realize they were cutting down a piece of themselves. Every kill you make takes a part of you, it haunts you and breed's evil within. The true task is accepting that what you do will create darkness, that you are blossoming a future. No pretty words will make killing something good or just, it is a dark act. No matter what pretty dressing you give it, winners will declare it just and something good. No good comes from killing, but it's an evil that exists. Accepting that, allowing yourself to understand that pretty words and such don't lead you to the answer. It's something you must discover yourself, Tsubasa was tempted to tell them. To tell them they were both at a cross roads and must decide the path ahead, they can no longer hide the darkness in their hearts of foes slain. The smell of blood on them, was something clear and it would be a matter of time.

Tsubasa walked to the dummy, letting them each find their path he gently brought his head against it's. Looking at it, he saw himself looking back. A frightened child, no one understands it sometimes they die without ever realizing. When they kill someone, something happens a darkness is embraced in a person. Because that man you kill, could be someone's father or brother. They have family, acceptance is the key and Tsubasa seemed a river that couldn't be read. Because the answer he came to lead him to accept both rivers, to merge them down the line. Evil and Good weren't so far apart, sometimes good men did evil things. No pretty words should dress up these evil acts, people are not one or the other. Good exists within everything but so too does evil. The fact is accepting it is the hardest thing to ever do, these two were being exposed to something even Zeda hadn't scratched the surface of. This was the training that Zeda wasn't ready for even himself, as it makes you question everything.

People weren't simple nor were the inner thoughts, no matter how you ran. No matter how you hid or tried to cover it up, darkness would exist. You could embrace it as many of his people did, turn from it. Dress it up as something else, but accepting it was important to realizing potential. This was the key and perhaps no one understood, no one had struck down someone and realized they struck themselves. The answer to the dummies was depth beyond the oceans and it offered something very few people had. One doesn't rejoice when bringing down an enemy, that isn't the way as you just brought yourself down. Respect thy foe and pay him proper respect regardless of heritage. The cycle of the winner must be kept pure, if you live it's your duty to live your life in honor of his or her memory. You must accept the anger and fury of others. This is simply the way the world is, learning to embrace and accept things. That was the hardest test in the world for some, like moving a rock up mountain going no where.

Kazama hadn't figured this out, it would be hardest for him to realize. Each cut was a step backwards from progress, did his sword realize it? Hiroshi had studied with Tsubasa before, he knew something deep and meaningful was on this lesson. Captains who didn't understand or come to their own place weren't going to be great. Both Hiroshi and Kazuma were destined to take up a haori. Tsubasa could see it, he was the man who wore the Head Captain. The Enigma who saw beyond the reality and the fabric that people did. His fight with Khala had indeed changed him into something else, changed him from the man who had no answer. He found his answer through pain and regret, these two would find theirs someway. Or they would die, something people didn't realize about this place. The Unabara were trained and each man and woman found their own accepting of things. Few found Tsubasa's answer, few could see just how deep the truth ran into these dummies.

Only time would tell, could they strike down their self and realize it without dying? The answers would come soon, Tsubasa stood merely watching it was his duty now. He had to watch over them, in life or death he would be their witness of progress or failure.







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