A Good Memory
Okuda could hear the sounds of the man preparing the hunk of earth for...some reason. Okuda’s eyes nearly shot open when he heard the next aspect of the training. That he was going to have to mentally picture his already dead wife’s neck being just below the wick. Okuda let out a sigh as his brow creased in concentration, he began to picture Akane, his beautiful wife that he met in the days of the Meiji Era. Her slender pale neck, dusted by her black hair that was quite long, rivaling his own hair length depending on how the two wore their hair.
Okuda sighed a bit, he did not like this aspect of the training, but he had to admit to himself that he was wondering how that slab of earth would come into play for his training. Okuda then refocused his mind, pointing all of his Reiatsu to the wick of the right most candle once more. Keeping the spiritual energy in a tight stream as it flowed towards the string. He continued to focus himself tightly. He could hear Asahi’s words whispering to him, telling him to burn it all to ashes, to destroy the old man and his home.
Okuda ignored the words, he was after all trying to tame the fire within him. He then pictured an invisible sword being level with the tip of the wick. He then suddenly drew the blade of flames across the tip, making sure it was barely touching the wick this time. He figured that the reason he failed last time was because he did it so slow that the immense heat set off the oils within the wax. By drawing the blade fast, the candle – in theory – would not ignite all at once.
Okuda watched in his mind’s eye as the blade of flames cleanly went across the candle wick. He saw the candle in his mind’s eye burning brightly but still was expecting to hear an explosion. However, he did not hear any such thing nor feel any concussive force. Okuda opened his right eye slowly to see if it had somehow simply just evaporated instead from pure heat, but no his sapphire orb was met with a shock that only subsided when he had opened his left eye. The right most candle was burning brightly and the other two candles stood there solemnly.
He knew that he could extinguish the flame at this point as well, he had extinguished flames as well with his flame control, with a small exhale he managed to kill the young flame. Without waiting for much in terms of orders from Jaeden, Okuda suddenly, now knowing how much ‘strength’ to put behind drawing the sword of flames, drew the blade across each wick, the Reiatsu string splitting into three to touch each candle. As he drew the blade he made sure to angle the blade ever so slightly down so as to catch the right most candle which had shrunk due to the fact that fire melted some of the wax.
He smiled inwardly to himself before releasing his Shikai, obviously quite a bit tired at doing this. He was not used to holding his Shikai for so long. Returning to his usual sword the Shinigami fell to his knees, his face now drenched in sweat as the exhaustion hit him. Okuda looked to Jaeden and spoke with ragged breaths as he was trying to catch his stamina once more “Was...That….Good...Enough?
” Okuda was barely able to speak through the breathes he was taking, trying to get as much oxygen into his lungs as he could.
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