Kuchiki Harbor bound

Exhaustion was just not even part of the word as he went by boat to the ports. He had no idea which one was right. Just that Ulv lived in an impressive place and it required a journey that stretched very far. It felt tiring and he wasn't sure how he felt. Lung capacity was what stood out to him but also conditioning. His body wasn't built for quick movements or anything. Right now he was a blank canvas with nothing on it. Starting line is what Jaeden had called it and that was troubling. Three hundred despite not even getting passed twenty. Was it possible for him to reach that number in any amount of time? Takehiko had known it wouldn't be easy, but this was shocking to him. It was a real eye-opener just how far the world was. His uncle Tsubasa was a true monster could he do three hundred? Could Jaeden for that matter or was this a ruse of some sort. Something impossible to set the boy on his way somewhere else. He got the feeling that Jaeden could do three hundred without even breaking a sweat.

As he docked in the port with the fleets and ships. He tried to get a feel for this place but it was packed like sardines in here. He didn't know how to find someone or even look. Besides that how was he supposed to ask her for help? Did Jaeden like send messages beforehand? This was utterly confusing on so many levels for him. This was the bottom of the barrel that much was for sure. His spiritual powers hadn't progressed any. So this was just a matter of doing what exactly? Why go back to her and not learn to do three hundred there? Jaeden was a lazy man he got that notion. But something struck him as odd as though the man read minds. He'd been thinking about his breathing and conditioning during it. When he began to realize just how poorly physically he was. That his conditioning and control of his breathing weren't just poor. They were in the gutter when it came down to it if one looked at it in context. He'd always been swinging at dummies due to not having a training partner.

He lacked techniques or fancy moves of those kids from the previous Unabara family. He didn't bother learning any of their techniques and he'd be damned before asking Tsubasa for help. But he did have a slight bit more amount of respect now. Getting the feeling the climb would be a long one for him. He didn't know where it goes though. Depressing as all this was it was frustrating him as well. As some guy kept trying to sell him something. His jaw began grinding in annoyance as the guy just did not give up. Was he a damn bloodhound for money or something? Takehiko didn't bring Kuchiki wealth with him, was the guy insane. His body trembled at the words do you want to buy something, sir? He'd heard them twenty-five times already and the answer had been polite at first. But slowly it was clear Takehiko's patience was dwindling by the second. Closing his eyes he attempted to shut everything out. Breathing now as he tried to reclaim composure. Long trips stressful training and a guy trying to sell him smelly fish. This day could not get any worse.