Trainning session(open)

[Supa Cute Chibi]

Nomozu walked down the path to the training grounds. During his time out of the academy it had been his favorite place to go. The bells in his hair jingled with each step as Nomozu whistled a tune. It was a fairly cool evening. The sun was just setting and most of the people around the grounds would be going home to sleep. Volgana entered the arena and took off his kimono and top shirt. Underneath his tan skin shone with sweat. Tattoos of cherry blossoms climbed up his back and down his arms. He had never seen them before and with each passing day more and more formed. He wasn't worried about it. It posed no threat to him. He placed his kimono and top on a boulder near by and unbuckled his sword. He sat his sword down on the rock and looked around at the arena that he choose. Rocks everywhere. Huge boulders sticking up from the ground. Gray and white were the only colors he saw. The stones were chipped from previous battles and training segments. Nomozu walked into the center of the field and placed a blindfold around his eyes. He dropped into a stance. His right foot was behind his left foot, his legs spread apart slightly. His hands were like knives and out in front of him. He waited until he heard a leaf fall from a nearby tree drop onto the ground to begin. He heard a slight pop as a rock fell to the ground and he began. His hands weaving around invisible opponents, his feet lashing out at nothing as he wove through different fighting styles and techniques. He used no sword, just his hands and feet. He felt sweat start to pour from his skin as he finished the last step in a style. He sat down on the ground to meditate and rest.

[Harmony]

Masaru visited again this dusty barren place, dim lackluster eyes tracing the dismal expanse. He came alone as he always did, much like the man he once admired. As the years dragged by, he had transformed into a creature similar to his own former captain... someone he had hardly understood in his youth. How ignorant he was those days!

He had come to meditate, to search for his silent partner in the mists of his troubled mind. Oh how he missed her... oh how he needed her. Without her guidance, Masaru suffered in battle and as a person. He had lived for so long with her wise and terribly beautiful voice dancing through his head. She had always supported him in the past; she gave him strength when no others would, she gave him hope, and she gave him wisdom. How sad that in his climb to the top of his Division, she fell silent, leaving him to lead his subordinates completely alone... how sad it was that he achieved Bankai without a single word from her.

Masaru's eyes narrowed, his expression growing grim. Where are you, Hiketsu?

He didn't expect an answer, he never expected answers anymore. Only silence.

As he moved further into the training grounds, a brush of reiatsu moved over him. It belonged to Nomozu, the youthful third seat of division eleven. He had never conversed with him before, but had seen him in passing often enough to know who he was by his reiatu alone. He was not the sort of person that faded from one's mind. On the contrary, he had firmly planted himself in Masaru's with his unorthodox appearance and peaceful demeanor. Masaru smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth turning up. Forgetting for the moment his own personal troubles, the young Captain approached Nomozu's little training area noticing immediately that the boy had begun to meditate.

“Nomozu Sakuaba, third seat of the infamous eleventh Division,” Masaru's smile grew, his brown eyes glittering, “Fine day to train.” His voice bordered cheerfulness, and he leaned to the side, propping himself up on one of the boulders before continuing, hardly caring whether he was interrupting Nomozu's meditation, “It's rumored that you have a rather beautiful zanpakuto... dancing cherry blossom petals... I'd like to see it.” This was no doubt a poorly hidden challenge to a spar.

[Fleeka]

Washime walked along the dusty path, like he had many times before and sat down on a nearby bench to think. Despite the fact that he had worked hard to become 5th seat of the ninth division, that man he had encountered in the karakura park could have slaughtered him with the power he held in one hand, let alone his entire body. While he was thinking about this issue, he failed to notice the other two, who also vastly outranked him in power, conversing.

While washime was in thought, Jinsokuya appeared behind him again. "Dammit boy, the answer's simple. If you don't want to die so easily, then get better." Washime turned his head and looked at him "Easy for you to say, you're basically not even here." "Oh and he finally speaks to me. Been long enough bo..." "Stop calling me that." Washime interrupted, cutting jinsokuyas sentence in half.

For once, he was stunned and simply stood there as Washime turned his head back around and faced the other two while remaining seated. He didn't really know many people here in soul society, but he was pretty sure these two outranked him. Hearing the scarred one's talk of fighting, Washime perked his ears and watched, hoping to pick up new techniques.

[Supa Cute Chibi]

Nomozu smiled as he heard Masaru speak. He had just finished cooling down, letting his body recouperate after the fast trainning session. Sweat still dripped from his body, but at a slower rate. HIs clothes being drenched partly, his skin glisting as if oil had been rubbed upon it. "Takahasi Masaru, captain of the 6th division. Yes it is. It is a wonderful day to train." The words rolled off Nomozu's tounge like water running down a river. "Thank you on the complement of my sword. It is a thing of beauty. You may, but pleases excuse me while i change." Nomozu stood, brushing the dirt of his pants. With a snap of his fingers, clouds of cherry blossom petals swarmed from the clouds and covered his body in a swirling vortex. When the cloud dissapated, Nomozu's body was fully clothed in new fresh clothes. HIs kimono gently resting on his back. His sword was buckled to his side. He placed his hand upon his sword and drew the blade from its sheath. The second it was out of its sheath, a overpowering smell of cherry blossoms filled the air. He ran his hand over the blade, gently fingering the edge. "Yes, but if one wishes to spar, I think I will wait before I draw my sword." Nomozu said with a smile. He slid his sword back into its sheath before undoing the tiny ribbons inside his kimono leaves alowing the sleeves to drop lower than his hands. His feet gently eased into a stance, his knees slightly bent, his waist slightly turned. "If one wishes to spar, you may begin."

[Harmony]

((sorry for taking so long with the reply guys))

Masaru felt the faint pulse of reiatsu, signifying that he and Nomozu were not alone. Washime was there among them, and he glanced over his shoulder, dark hazel eyes lingering on the fifth seat for a brief moment. He did not recognize him, and knew that he was from a division other than his own, but this did not stop him from noticing the eagerness on the boy's face. He seemed willing to learn, and Masaru's smile softened slightly, the glint from his eyes fading. He remembered when he felt the same way, he remembered feeling like his captain, Gahrok, knew everything there was to learn... At the thought of Gahrok however, Masaru's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned away from the young shinigami, his gaze drifting to the ground. What a waste of strength... it was a pity really... Gahrok was a waste of talent and will. His power was missed in Seireitei.

"Takahasi Masaru, captain of the 6th division. Yes it is. It is a wonderful day to train. Thank you on the complement of my sword. It is a thing of beauty. You may, but pleases excuse me while i change."

Masaru was pulled back to reality by Nomozu's voice, and he watched as the petals danced about him with a rather apathetic expression. Normally he would have been more impressed with such a trick, but at the moment he was still feeling the weight of his troubles on his mind, which became more apparent to him after thinking of his former Captain. He almost didn't feel like sparring anymore.

Nomozu took his fighting stance, but seemed hesitant to draw his sword and Masaru fought the urge to roll his eyes. The guy seemed to have a measure of cockiness... he was bold to say the least, and Masaru never cared for attitudes like that but.... I guess it's to be expected... thought Masaru, he's from the eleventh division after all.

He folded his arms across his chest, his hazel eyes growing sharp in his slight irritation. Could he use his weapon on an unarmed opponent? Somehow it didn't seem right to him, so with a small sigh he finally took his own stance, raising his arms. He was disappointed, to be sure, but he didn't see any other options, so he would see through Nomozu's little game and then afterwards he could return to his original plan: sitting in the blazing sun for hours with the intention of getting Hiketsu to speak to him with no promise of success. Fun.

Masaru tensed the muscles in his legs, his knees bending slightly as he prepared to make his first move. He was never a fan of making the first attack, but it seemed Nomozu was pretty content with just sitting there until Masaru initiated everything. He charged forward quickly before swinging his leg around for a high kick aimed at Nomozu's jaw. This was shortly followed by a flash step to the right, where Masaru reappeared behind his opponent, and he gathered his reiatsu, compressing it into a sidekick aimed for his lower back.

[Supa Cute Chibi]

Nomozu watched his opponent through half closed eyes as he changed. He seemed distant. Focused on something else. His words seemed to reach him and draw his thoughs back to the matter at hand. As he eased into his own stance and his opponent did the same Nomozu slipped to small petals into his hand. Cherry blossom petals at sight, covered with a slightly sticky sap. His hands were hidden by the length of his kimonos sleeves. For a fight with a captain, he would have to be careful. He would pull out a few new tricks he was working on.

As the captain moved, a careful kick aimed at his chin, one petal flew at the ankle of the attacking foot. Flash step to the right, reiatsu rising. Kick aimed at his back. A careful half flash step put him a few inches away from the kick and allowed his hand to come close to catch the foot. Such power. A second petal to stick to that foot. As the kick landed in Nomozu's hand, he was thrown in a spin. While his body twirled, the blossom petals that had bee used to hide his changing appeared and surronded his body. His spin was slowed down, his voice raising above the battle grounds. "Come forth, rage of the sakuraba, show me your fire as you burn my foe with a inferno." Two chains of sakura petals flowed from Nomozus sleeves, at the tip a black and pink petal that was different than the others. As Nomozu continued to spin, the chains whipped around his body. The word "Fallen." Escaped his lips, causing the pinkl and black petals at the end of the two chains to ingnite the cloud of petals surronding his body.. As Nomozu spun to the ground his fingers directing the swirling inferno towards the captain. The chains of petals disconnected from his sleeve, allowing the chains to flow with the cloud. Toward the two petals that had been attached with hope it flew. Twin of the two chains flowed from the sleeves once more, two more black and pink petals formingat the tip. Nomozu watched as the inferno flew toward the captain hoping he had not over done it.

[Fleeka]

Washime watched in awe at their power, while Jinsokuya remained silent behind him "These guys are good." he commented. "Which is why I don't intend to get into a fight with them until i've seen their full power." "Smart." Washime winced slightly as it seemed that the captain was about to be obliterated. Thinking that they would be a while, Washime leaped off incase they got carried away and started destroying the surrounding area

[Harmony]

((sorry for the wait))

Masaru's eyes narrowed in obvious irritation as he felt the petals being placed on his foot, and he backed away a few paces, watching as Nomozu spun with a rather unimpressed expression. Had it been any other day, Masaru would have probably said a few words of praise for this interesting Shinigami, though now he only seemed to reek with apathy.

"Come forth, rage of the sakuraba, show me your fire as you burn my foe with a inferno."

There was a burst of light as Nomozu's petals formed a chain and ignited, and they hurtled in his direction, crackling furiously. His eyes widened in surprise, and he first attempted to flash step out of the way, though soon discovered the chains were linked to the petals on his foot, and therefore tracked his movements. He smirked in disbelief, before releasing his reiatsu to an extreme level, nearly to a suffocating degree, though he was acutely aware of the weaker shinigami watching nearby. He didn't want to cause any discomfort, though his actions were nearly unavoidable.

The fire was almost on him now - he could feel the heat chapping his skin, and he raised both arms, condensing his reiatsu for a bare-handed block, which was a rather reckless move. An intense glow of light green enveloped his arms and tingled with the stored energy. It was nearly painful for him to not release it just yet; the power was astronomical, just begging to escalate and spill over.

He contacted the stream of fire with a quick but powerful burst of reiatsu from his arms, much the way a shinigami channels their reiatsu into their zanpakutous for enhanced attacks. It dissapated for the most part, though the insides of his arms suffered a rather painful burn.

"Interesting... did you teach yourself that little trick?"

His voice was rather cold and mocking, though he really meant it with sincerity; he was proud of the gotie thirteen and all of its members, regardless of the division they belonged to.

His smirk lightened into a gentle smile, as he allowed his reiatsu levels to fade once more into a subdued buzz within him. "I like your style."

His hands closed into fists as he waited to see if Nomozu wanted to continue.

[GoldenKitten]

Moved to Dead RP's.