Quincy Boot Camp (Hime/Invite)

Natasha's laughter penetrated the grogginess that clouded Jonathan's mind after the collision, even as the man took the sharpshooter's hand and rose unsteadily to his full height. Thankfully he had had the presence of mind to throw up a hasty Reishi shield around his body prior to smacking face first into the concrete, or the man suspected that he would have had a lot more damage than some aches and pains. Still, Jonathan could see the humor in the action, and laughed with her, rubbing his head sheepishly.

"Suppose I got so excited that I finally managed to do something that I forgot how small this place is when you are moving that fast. Feels like its gonna require some practice to get it to a point where I can fight in close with it, however. Can barely see at those speeds."

From the few engagements he had taken place in since he had joined the Quincy, Jonathan had gathered a rough idea of how the typical fight went in this new spiritual world. Speed, and the ability to think and fight at those velocities seemed to be one of the most important factors. It wouldn't matter what skills he mastered or how high his attack power got if he didn't master this 'Hirenkakyu' thing, and gained the enhanced speed that came with it. After a few moments, Jonathan began carefully gathering the Reishi again, attempting to force it into the container that had activated the skill before.

"So as far as I understand, the main way we fight is by firing Reishi through our Spiritual Weapons? Or at least that's what I'm guessing with the way all the other Quincy lug those bows around. But what about people like Cyrus or Helle? They seem to have these strange abilities that I've never seen anyone else use."

The differences in technique and skillset between those stronger Quinces was fascinating to Jonathan, as good a puzzle as any he had ever seen. Maybe if he could figure it out, he could understand the strange metal spike he had summoned during the evacuation of Vastime.