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After War Training
Thu Dec 05, 2019 4:37 pm
It was quite frankly exhausting dealing with everything after. Finally getting the cast off his arm and ribs. He'd recovered quickly enough to move on. The problems persisted in his mind. Akuma was right using his zanpakuto currently wasn't an option. Abi was gone and the future of the Unabara was now a crapshoot. But he needed to get stronger and smarter going forward. Couldn't pull stunts as he did previously. Takehiko had used a lot of power to squash the undead. It was problematic the level he fell too. He needed to increase his skills yet again and grow stronger. It was all overwhelming and troublesome in equal measure. Sokatsui and Shakkaho came easier to him now. He could release them without incantations to devastating effect. His eyes looked down at his hand thinking carefully on several subjects. He wrote down notes before moving them on. Troubling situation and events that followed. Zanpakuto powers aside it was time to start working on his powers. Cero was the name of the game
He'd fired a couple of them once and a while. But never really ventured deep enough to learn them. Takehiko's hand slowly rose to his face before pulling down. Suddenly the area was flooded with hollow energy. Takehiko felt a strange comfort putting his mask on. It felt soothing for a change and connected more neatly. Now for a cero, his eyes of black and gold moved to the targets. Now came the composition of the energy. Some would say hey you are good at kido, so cero should be easy. Slowly the crimson light began forming into his palm. It felt different from kido more violent. Hostile beneath the surface as he released it slamming it into the target. Not comfortable yet as he inhaled softly. His attacks felt different from before. Akuma's power centered around anger and inducing it. But as Takehiko got better at controlling it. He'd come to understand how to handle it. Oh, sure now and again he'd get angry as though stubbing your toe. Scream for a moment and writhe in pain. But soon after finding soreness afterward.
He looked down at his hand considering the applications of cero further. But he guessed it wouldn't do much good. Slowly he removed his mask taking a breath. It felt nice to be able to use his hollow powers more. Holding on to it wasn't as hard and now it became more clear. What his hollow's powers were capable of. He'd need to practice though. To test his skills out somewhere practical. That was the biggest test coming for him. Was putting the action to his thoughts but for now. Takehiko calmly looked at the targets. He'd gotten better at up to 50 kido in his skills. But for now, Shakkaho and Sokatsui were his favorites. The Gotei was changing and evolving in new ways. Figuring out how to grow more as a person became important. Abigail's loss taught him not to just train. But to live life more and enjoy himself. That was the lesson he took from her parting which hurt. He couldn't save her or the wall. It was a bitter pill to swallow for him.
A failure which he began to understand the finality of things even more.
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Re: After War Training
Thu Dec 05, 2019 9:23 pm
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Clack, Clack, Clack
The rhythmic sound of wood striking wood echoed down the halls of the Second Division barracks. Laskt's wrapped leg banged against the edge of a door as he swung his way past, and he lowered his head silently, bearing the agony with the great dignity. After all, what right had a traitor to sympathy?
The worst of the Shinigami's injuries had been healed in the weeks after the Second Division had recovered him, broken, bloody and half-insane, from the ruins of what was once Beijing. His injuries were extremely severe, and for a while they weren't sure he would recover fully. However, whether it was fate, destiny, the influence of his Hollow or just sheer dumb luck, Laskt had pulled through. He was still weak, and his leg was still broken in four different places, but he was conscious and on his feet.
Which was more then he deserved.
The doctors that had brought him back to the land of the dead hadn't been willing to let him move around initially, worried that his internal injuries were not healed enough to allow him freedom of movement. They had tried reasoning with him, begging him, and then had been forced to restrain him with a low level Kido spell. Eventually however, Laskt had had his way, and he had been given a set of crutches and told to be extremely careful.
So, naturally, he had taken Takehiko up on his invitation to visit and train with the Seated Officer.
After several wrong turns and painful collisions, Laskt finally arrived at the training yard, sliding open the exterior door with the tip of his crutch. He stopped short of calling a greeting however, blinking as he felt the boy's vastly increased spiritual power. The kid was certainly qualified for Captaincy now, there was no question of that fact. Laskt bowed his head, fighting back against the wave of self-loathing for a few moments, before raising his head once more.
"Afternoon Takehiko." He called out, fighting to keep his voice neutral. The knight eyed the destroyed target range, "Training your Hollow powers? Are you sure that's....safe mon ami?" He asked, slightly jealous of the control the boy seemed to have achieved.