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Post by Darkoda on Dec 30, 2009 9:34:42 GMT -4
Ai nearly chuckled when she saw the look of surprise on Cheng's face, although it was tempered by the thought that for him to be surprised, those pick-ups must have actually worked on people. Just who would actually be interested in that guy in the first place? The guy was certainly persistent though, regaining his composure and trying again, but this time, he was interrupted by some other women.
Well, that answers who would be gullible enough to actually have an interest in the guy....
Then, just to make things worse, a final woman, who by her own words was actually engaged to this guy, showed up. She looked Chinese, and was just bleeding pure murderous intent. She had no pity for Cheng when he got himself beaten into the ground, although Ai did take mental notes of some of those moves; they looked quite painful and effective at disabling someone.
Anyway, back to more important matters, those contraptions were apparently called headphones, which really didn't help out Ai at all, since it introduced even more things that she had never seen before. Ai just stared at Tensu blankly throughout the whole explanation, until Tensu eventually picked up on her lack of understanding.
"I think I'm fifty-eight or so, not sure. I was born up here and my mother didn't particularly keep track." Ai replied. "So, what's a record? And a CD.......what kind of a name is CD anyway? I know about electricity and light bulbs, but smuggling living world materials wasn't really common in my district, I don't think anyone around had any access to a gate, and even if they did, it would be fairly pointless, and possibly fatal."
Ai cut herself off here before she ended up saying anything that she might regret later. She still didn't particularly trust Tensu after all.
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Post by Zhiel on Jan 5, 2010 22:41:52 GMT -4
As Jim was busy scurrying around the tree Keiori stood silently with her eyes on the ground infront of her as she wore a depressed look on her face. It was not so much what had happened recently, but the memories of Amanohara's death had haunted her for nearly thirty years now, and any mention of her sister made them surface again. Then Jim popped out at the other end of the tree and appologized and pointed to his head as he explained his reasons, though Keiori was only halfly aware of what was being said as her brain filed it under "read later" and so just nodded weakly in response. She did manage to snap out of it though when Jim moved out from behind the tree and began explaining what he had said just moments prior.
The... Boy... Actually piqued her interest when he said he 'saw' everything, and then his explanation for why it wasn't so nice as it sounded. Along with apparently having some form of mental condition where he felt he had to find out as much about anyone person as he could, though from how he had apparently deducted Keiori and that other girl to be sisters despite not being in the same class... He either were delusional, or had a scary attention to detail. She actually felt sorry for him in a sense when he made a tally of all the faces he had memorized, which seemed to be quite a few.
Keiori raised her haid to look at Jim, as he reached inside his uniform and took out a small notebook and a pencil which he then began to sketch something on. Though she didn't know what he was doing with it, as to her, it seemed like a very odd thing to do in the midle of a conversation, she was very curious as to what he was writing or drawing and to her surprise, he was finished in a mere twenty seconds, as he shifted it around and showed what was probably a near identical drawing of her own face, and what was supposedly Amanohara. Though it was not really shock, Keiori was surprised by how good Jim was at making such accurate sketches in such a short time, and seeing her face which she rarely looked at herself, not being one for tidying herself up very often, she could see the similarities that Jim now pointed out to her.
Keiori furrowed her brow as Jim went on and on, while pointing to each section of their faces on the sketch. It was not that she doubted him or thought he had any bad intentions, it more seemed like he was trying to make up for what he thought was a mistake on his part, by explaining the logic behind it. And with a memory like his, who could blame him? At the same time however, she couldn't help but NOT think of the sketch itself, for it was clearly an identical depiction of the girl who looked like Amanohara, and though she had not thought of this before, as they had met in the middle of the classroom, that meant she had been called just before her. She cursed at herself for not paying attention...
Then he came to the end of the face description, and as he mentioned their body structure, even if he did not actually say anything about it, Keiori's face immidiately went red like a lobster. "NO! No, I mean uh... That's... That's not necessary..." She began, flustered, but with a tinge of depression toward the end of the sentence. Though she visibly calmed down as Jim moved on to a different subject.
“But I'm just talking again, I always think like that. Didn't mean to upset you if I did. When you go around postulating as many theories as I do you're bound to get one wrong from time to time, sorry if I got to you, I was simply making conversation.”
Keiori took a deep breath after Jim was finished talking, before she let it out as a sigh and then raised her head and looked straight at him while he put his notebook back inside his uniform. "No.. It's not that. It's just a very... Sensitive subject." Keiori managed to say, grimacing visibly, though to what exactly was hard to say right then. "Me and my sister... We were very close when we were both... Alive." She continued, a clear tinge of sadness appearing in her eyes as she continued. "In a way, I guess I've not wanted to believe it could be her, we've been separated for almost three decades and I've been too afraid to ask. But I think you're right, and I appreciate your straight-forwardness with this." She explained, smiling a bit toward the end as she stretched her hand out with an open palm. Jim might look like a kid, but it was obvious even to her there was a brilliant mind behind that cute little face.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jan 21, 2010 16:18:39 GMT -4
Amanohara rubbed her head as she clearly formulated her words in her head. She then spent the next ten minutes giving a lesson on the details of electricity, music, recording music on to physical material and just about anything else involved that could have compared with your average college professors. Just as she was about to continue on into current day formats of music recording a gong sounded out above everything else, it must have been a massive instrument as it was not covered over any intercom system but rather simply reverberated through the walls of the school. Most people went silent, particularly the new students and at the far end of the cafeteria Momo stood out and yelled out in the silence.
“All new students should return to their classes at this time, keep this sound in mind as it will be your cue to report to your next time block in the future! For the rest of you, you know where to go. Everyone clear out.”
Most new students instantly did as they were told while many of the elder students dawdled until forced out by members of the committee or one or two teachers that showed up toward the end. Amanohara though not the first to leave did not intend to disobey either and after a few moments asked Ai, “Well, should we go?”. Either way she made her way into the throngs of other students making their way out of the cafeteria and out into the garden yard that stood around it. She happened to look over toward the large tree that stood toward the far wall of the square and her eyes drifted over the girl named Keiori standing next to a small child like boy in a funny hat but she didn’t dwell on it long and continued toward the classroom.
At roughly the same time as Momo had spoken out so to did Zensou in the main square. However whatever he said went pretty much unheard despite most students going quiet just as they had in the cafeteria. He seemed to say something again but once more his words were so quiet that practically nobody paid attention to him, much less listened. By the tree Tim laughed to himself slightly before tipping the edge of his hat with his finger and adding, “I’m always straightforward…for better or worse I suppose.” Just as he was about to continue speaking a shrill voice echoed out over them all with the volume of a thousand banshees.
“ALL OF YOU START LISTENING TO THE PRESIDENT!!! YOU HEARD THE BLOODY GONG!!! GET BACK TO YOUR CLASSES!!!” this caused most people to look over and spot Laurie who was waving her arms in an aggravated fashion while the president stood next to her, motioning his hands in an obvious calming manner toward her.
Whether anyone would have listened to her or just thought her crazy would never be found out as the students soon began exiting the cafeteria and with the mass exodus of bodies there weren’t many options other than to move. Tim looked to Keiori, “Guess its time, I’m going this way…” he pointed in the opposite direction of Keiori’s classroom which they soon realized. He wished her well and added that they would probably see each other again at some point before disappearing into the crowd that was headed in his direction, leaving her to make her own way.
Eventually the students made their way back to the classroom, though Amanohara had not been the first to leave the cafeteria it did seem she (and possibly Ai had she followed) were the first to return to this area of the academy. However they quickly realized the door had been barred and a crudely posted note had been left on the door, it read simply: ‘Go to the training dojo. Go right, find the first set of double doors on the right, follow the hall to the end, go through the next three sets of double doors’ and ended there. Amanohara sighed and said aloud whether to herself or those around here, “I get the strange feeling this is going to become the norm in this class…”. After taking the instructions in she turned to the right and made her way the note had told her to.
When she arrived in the dojo she found it to be exactly that, a very large recreation but a traditional wooden room with training tatami on the ground. She also found Kuatura sitting in the middle of the room looking rather bored until he saw her and gave a wry smile, he pointed to the floor in front of him and told her to sit. He remained otherwise silent and soon other students were filtering in, he made the same request of each of them until the whole class walked in and was sitting before him. Few of them seemed willing to chance his ire and act out for now as how he would react to a rowdy class still wasn’t set in stone. Once they were before him he began to stand up and as he did so he retrieved a shinai that had been lying behind him and grasped it in his left hand.
He began to speak and as he did so he spun the blade in his hands with increasingly complex and violent movements the further he got, “Technically we’re supposed to continue our reading lessons for the rest of the day, but I say that’s boring. You see when you get it all out of the way, the paperwork, the divisional posturing, and the day-to-day routine. When you get that all out of the way what REALLY makes a shinigami? The answer is their martial skill; you break it all down and eventually ALL shinigami will be forced to fight at some point in their lives. THAT is the TRUE Shinigami!” Kuatura swung the shinai around to sit on his shoulders and a gust of wind pushed through the whole room making a low “whoomf” sound, blowing the students hair and clothes to-and-fro and rattling the wooden framed walls.
“As such it is never to early to begin learning but as your teacher I first need to see what inherent skill you have. So, first you…” he pointed to the boy Amanohara had gotten on to earlier, “You could do with some discipline so get up here. And you…” he pointed to Heton, “I heard about your little mistake, it took you FIFTEEN MINUTES to lose your zanpaktou, I bet it’s sad. You best hope the disciplinary committee can find it quickly. But for now get up here as well…”
He extended the blade he had already brought out toward Heton and then reached behind his back drawing another and handing it to the other boy. Once they had both retrieved their weapons he began to back off when suddenly an angry yell called Kuaturas name (and his rank) before Lai-Fan came bursting through the double-doors. “What is the meaning of this vice-captain!?” she yelled before her eyes fell on the two students standing before him with shinai.
He pointed at her, “That’s right, we’re hitting each other with sticks.” He made a gun movement with his pointer and a click with his tongue.
“They aren’t ready for this! Most of them have no martial training of any sort!”
“That’s why we’re getting started as soon as possible.” He said gleefully before backing up a few feet more, brining his arm down and yelling “FIGHT!”
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Post by kensei on Jan 22, 2010 0:15:58 GMT -4
Heton spent the next several minutes running around the school until he noticed the tidal wave of students going to there classes. “Damn it! I need to get my sword!” He said as he started to struggle threw the current, but finally gave in. Knowing that if anyone would bring it back it would be Bob. So far, he was the only one that was stuff of legend here. At least that was his observation. When he made it back to the class he sighed as he read the note. “Oh well.” He said as he started to walk towards the dojo.
He looked back over his shoulder before taking the first right and saw half the students going. “Wait. What? How do I get there? What dose it mean take a right?” He shook his head and said. “Hopeless..” the other half of the students where with him. Some even passed him as they went into the dojo. He looked down before entering, he felt so embarrassed and upset about loosing his Zanpakuto. He took a seat near the back, and other then the lost group it seemed his was the last one. Eventually the others came, and that’s when things got interesting.
He looked down in embarrassment as he was called out. He thought about saying, that it was stolen but figured it would only make things worse for him. “Yes sir.” He said as he walked up and took the shinai and took his stance. But right as he entered his state of mind to fight Lai-Fan busted through the door crying about how most of then didn’t know how to fight. The Vice-Captain’s answer made Heton like him a bit more. As he heard the words, “Fight!” he dashed his opponent.
He went for a side slash, and it almost hit. The man barely was able to block the obvious attack and took two steps back when it hit. Heton used his lack of knowledge and horrible footing to his advantage and quickly. He took two steps to the left and did a 360 degree spin before connecting the back of his handle with the man’s back. The guy fell to the ground, but got back up shockingly fast. He tried to enter some sort of stance but right as he did Heton pointed his sword at him and smiled. Then the unexpected happened. His Shinai shattered like glass hitting concrete. The shards went everywhere, and Heton barely had enough time to shield his eyes. The only thing left of his blade was a few long splinters of his handle that remand in his hand. “What the fuck!?” he said looking at the ground covered with the shinai.
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Post by Darkoda on Jan 22, 2010 16:54:38 GMT -4
Ai took in Tensu's explanation of recording devices with gusto. Well not exactly gusto. More like forcibly overloaded with information. While Tensu was going on, Ai was trying to keep her head from exploding from all the information Tensu was giving her - the living world was confusing. And this was a small part of it? How did anyone understand how anything worked there?
A loud gong drew Tensu's attention, allowing Ai's mind time to sort through everything the girl just told her, while scary glasses lady told all of them that it was the signal to go back to class. At some point it clicked with her that the gong must have been heard all throughout the entire school. She did not envy the ones unfortunate enough to have to actually hit that thing. They must be beyond deaf by now.....hey wait, I'm not done eating yet! Listening to Tensu distracted her from shoveling down free tacos, and now she had to leave the rest of them behind? That wasn't happening.
By the time Tensu suggested leaving, Ai had already managed to devour all but one of the remaining tacos. Just how did she manage to do that without choking, making a mess, or even pulling down her scarf was something best left unexplained. Ai simply nodded her assent, battling with swallowing the amount of food she had shoved into her mouth. After actually managing to nearly choke herself, she chased after Tensu, avoiding the crowd by running on top of heads and shoulders. Her little adventure up above came to a quick end when she ran out of bodies to scale, ending with a flip to the ground in front of the classroom doors, and a few annoyed students.
Scanning the note quickly with Tensu she muttered under her breath "Better than reading a bunch of pamphlets whole day...." Some physical exercise certainly sounded like a good thing. Maybe the eyeball guy would be there.
She didn't see eyeball guy at the dojo, but Kuatara wasn't a bad thing. He looked as bored as ever, only telling everyone to sit until the entire class finally filed in. Then he began showing off with a shinai, while giving a speech on a shinigami needing fighting skills to get by. Ai certainly agreed with him, and from the way he was spinning that shinai, skilled he was. A gust of wind from one of his swings blew her hair back as she stared wide-eyed, mesmerized by the motions.
He then called up that boy that Tensu had chewed up, and that moron who got his zanpakuto stolen. It was shaping up to be a good afternoon, especially when that high strung woman from earlier ran in and Kuatara practically brushed her off. The fight was over suprisingly fast; the only one there with any fighting knowledge was the kid who lost his zanpakuto, which he took full advantage of. That wasn't the surprising part though; that came when the careless one's shinai randomly shattered.
"Didn't see that coming......." She said blandly, wondering what Kuatara did to that shinai. Or maybe the Academy gave them the second-hand training sticks?
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Post by Zhiel on Jan 22, 2010 22:33:43 GMT -4
A gong began to blare all over the courtyard and with how loud it was it could probably reach all over the academy grounds, even inside the buildings thanks to most of their old-fashioned Japanese architecture. At first Keiori wondered what it was about, before she realized how much time had passed. It was no doubt time to return to class, but with how few students had passed by so far there was no doubt no rush just yet. She then turned back to Jim as he made a comment on what she had last said herself.
Keiori couldn't help but smile at Jim's comment about always being straightforward. It reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger... Of course, she was still very straightforward, sometimes painfully so, but she also knew when to not be now, well sometimes anyways... Though whether it was the full truth or not, it was obvious this boy was a lot older than he appeared, just like she did. And with that mind of his, she wouldn't be surprised if he was older than her... Of course, Reiatsu mass seemed to outright affect the aging of a spirit, and as she could not sense, well, ANYTHING from him she had to wonder if he was just a super genius or she had missed something...
She would say something in return, but it seemed that he had yet more to say so she remained quiet, when suddenly a loud, shrill voice rang out clear over the entire courtyard prompting Keiori to turn back toward the main square where the girl she had remembered as Laurie were shouting for all she was worth while flailing wildly with her arms. It was an amusing scenario where the President were standing beside her trying to calm her down, apparently she wasn't listening to him either. As amusing as this was however, when she saw the throng of students coming out of the cafeteria she realized she would need to move soon as well and thinking she should say bye to Jim she turned back to the boy who had apparently thought the same thing, as he pointed in the direction of his class and said they would probably meet again at a later time. "Yeah, See ya." Keiori said as she waved her right hand in a meek 'good bye'.
With her mood back in order and a bit more confidence in her mind, Keiori walked over into the throng of students as she began to make her way through the sea of students, her right hand holding onto the hilt of her newly given zanpakutou, mostly to prevent the hilt from hitting someone as she pressed by, but also to make sure it wasn't stolen. With the display of power she had seen earlier, one could never be too careful about this sort of thing. "So..." A young voice with a foreign accent began, seeming to come from someone in his late teens as he leaned slightly over Keiori's right shoulder. "I see you're into little boys, eh?" The sentence caught her by surprise for more than one reason, and her face instantly became a shade of red. "Wha!?" She exclaimed, but was cut short when the guy spoke again "I suppose that works out for ya... Seeing how you've got a lot in commo-" This time however, it was the guy who was cut short as the back of Keiori's fist suddenly impacted his face and with the force of a cannon sent the guy to the ground with a broken nose. Keiori herself had stopped for an instant as she breathed quickly, her face twisted into a scowl that could scare a hollow. Rather than embarrassed, she was apparently flustered and anyone who knew Keiori at all knew that making her upset was a very bad idea. Luckily for the guy she had not hit him with a straight punch like she would have, had she been turned the other way.
Though still looking angry over what the guy had said, regarding her lack of... Growth.. In certain areas, she still continued along her way after looking back at the guy who she had knocked unconscious with her surprise blow to the face, however other than that he had neck-length blond hair and fair facial features, she couldn't tell much due to the bleeding nose. Some other students hurried up beside him, either to help him or to steal whatever valuables he had on him. In either case, Keiori didn't give a damn. It did not take long getting to the classroom due to most of the horde of students going the same way, however once she got there she along with everyone else who stood outside of the place now were surprised to find a note telling them to go to the dojo, along with some instructions for how to get there. Though unsure why they would do this so early, Keiori couldn't help but feel good about it for if there was one thing she knew how to do it was use a sword. Well of course, she has mostly just used shinai, but she had tested a real sword a few times and knew it wasn't THAT off. With newfound vigor Keiori made her own way through the crowd as she followed the instructions on the note, coming into the large dojo just ahead of most of the class.
Noting how Kuatura sat in the middle of the floor, with other students gathered around him in a very traditional martial arts way Keiori walked up and took the first best 'spot' she could find, as the rest of the class filtered in. By coincidence this spot had been just next to some person she thought she recalled briefly, while Ai sat next to him. Had she payed more attention she might have noticed how there were just two other students between her and Amanohara. Once the rest of the class was seated Kuatura stood up as he began to speak, swinging a shinai as he did so. Keiori herself was more focused on the increasingly complex motions he so casually used rather than his speech, but she remained focused enough to hear the important parts. Then just as he finished with swinging the shinai up on his shoulder the sudden stop, or something, caused a gust of wind to blow past the students, ruffling the hair of Keiori as a low sound breezed past her. Keiori couldn't help but feel a form of awe at this... No matter how childish or unserious he seemed to be, there were no doubt about his skill and strength. He then proceeded to call up the two people who seemed to have gotten the worst of the day already, with one having been chewed out by Amanohara, and the other having gotten his zanpakutou stolen already...
However before he could get them to start, the female teacher Lai-Fan came rushing in while yelling at the Vice-Captain as he just brusher her off without a second thought and near immediately called for the two to start. It instantly became obvious who had the advantage as Heton rushed the other guy and with just one swing caused him to lose balance, then using that opportunity he gave the man a hit on his back... Not a very sportsman-like way of fighting, but this wasn't just training for a sport, it was for life-and-death battles. Thus it was reasonable that most everything would be allowed. The battle seemed to be in Heton's favor as he pointed the shinai at the other guy who tried to stand up quickly, but just then as victory seemed assured for Heton the shinai suddenly shattered... Keiori's eyes widened in surprise, however in a way she realized what had happened, for unlike most of the students here she possessed a lot of raw strength coupled with a huge mass of reiatsu, and had encountered problems in using a less... durable weapon, during her time in Rukongai. Of course, it had been nothing like what the Vice-Captain had done, breaking the shinai down by just swinging it around...
This had to have been intentional, but why? Embarrass the guy further, or teach them all a lesson? but if so... What was that lesson? She couldn't quite grasp her head around why this was necessary, and if it wasn't, why it had been done in the first place... "Didn't see that coming......." a voice said with a bland voice next to her, and Keiori couldn't help but think the same.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jan 23, 2010 2:24:45 GMT -4
Though the other boy was just as shocked by Hetons sudden handicap as the rest of them he recovered quickly enough to make use of the opening. He raised his shinai up and charged forward with little real skill, if he didn’t manage to actually strike Heton he would likely have tripped himself up via the poor balance physics he was placing on himself. Regardless had he hit Heton it would have been a painful strike capable of breaking the skin and possibly even fracturing bone if it hit a lucky spot as even without skill he still had respectable strength. However as he brought the weapon down in his top-heavy strike a sharp snap sounded out and he was stopped dead in his tracks with Kuatura standing before him, stopping the blow with his forearm.
They traded glances momentarily and Kuatura brought his free hand up and wiggled his pointer finger back and forth as if saying ‘No-no’. He then reached forward and grasped the shinai, pulling it free from the boys grip with no trouble, this caused the boy to stumble but Kuatura stabilized him by grabbing his shoulder before turning around. He looked to Heton still holding what little was left of the blade in his hand and then toward the class.
“There are two lessons here and they are more important than any other lesson you will ever have involving martial skill. First and foremost for those of you that wind up joining the Gotei 13 it is inevitable that you will make a connection with your zanpakuto, even for those of you that don’t the state of your blade is beyond important, you aren’t fighting anything with a broken blade. Though the damage to zanpakuto and regular blades is different, the consequences are the same. Whether you be managing your blades as they are now or spiritually managing your blades at a later date you must ALWAYS know their state, lest this” he pointed to Heton with his free hand, “happen to you in a real life battle. The latter involving spiritual repair will be addressed at a later date.”
When he finished he held the other shinai up in his hand and began spinning it in a vertical fashion. He did so far faster than he had initially to the point where the blade looked like a highly powered fan in his hand and made a like whirring sound.
“Secondly while this does not apply to you at the current time it will begin to with time, especially as you begin to learn controlling your reishi. We true shinigami are not normal, as such normal weapons do not hold for long when used with our real power. This is why we use our zanpakuto, spiritual weapons far stronger than regular weapons and THIS is why it is extremely important for you to become familiar with your zanpakuto, care for your zanpakuto and know your zanpakutos state at all time. Know your weapon, know everything about it, and then worry about being a competent fighter.”
By this point the shinai in his hand was spinning like a helicopter blade and making a sound quite comparable. Then it did what some might have been expecting it to do by now, it disintegrated. With a great splitting crack most of it simply ceased to be in a thousand little shards that fell to the floor or shot out in a plume in both directions though not in an overly dangerous way. One tip of the blade went shooting out behind him and slammed into the far wall, passing straight through it and disappearing into whatever lay beyond. He let silence cover the room for a minute before turning to the boys again.
“Alright back you go, good job. Oh and for the future, when the opponent has either clearly lost or has lost their weapon we stop for now, don’t need any broken skulls on the first day of class.” He said happily enough.
“Why not? Sounds fun to me.” A voice which was quickly realized to be Romulus standing at the back of the class said, “Lets get to teaching them ways to beat on each other if we’re here anyway.”
Kuatura shook his head for once looking serious about the teaching, “Not now, maybe by the end of the week. For now we are doing exactly what I said, discovering their levels of skill. We’ve seen these two so for now they’re done.” He then looked to the rest of the class.
“Alright I’m guessing you two have skills at odds” you and you, he said pointing to Ai and an overly large and powerful looking girl. He looked over to Lai-Fan and held out his hands causing her to simply shake her head in defeat, she walked over to the nearest wall which was covered in shinai, procured two and tossed them to Kuatura. He spun them around (though not near fast or strong enough to cause damage this time) and held one out toward each of the girls.
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Post by kensei on Jan 23, 2010 3:12:06 GMT -4
Heton looked back at the man as he was about to charge him. He couldn’t believe the guy was actually going to attack him after he had his weapon broken on him. He took a stance to roll out of the way as he went up into his swing, but right as he did Kuatura blocked his attack with his forearm with such ease it shocked Heton. There was no way to express the power that he had seen sense coming to the Accademy, and that was only on the first day. He wondered what all he would come to learn while he was here, and what life would be like. And what he had gotten himself into at the cafeteria.
He stood at attention as he listened to Kuatura’s speech. Heton didn’t know what to be at the moment. The first instinct was to be pissed that he intentionally made a fool out of him, but the second was appreciation. While he was truly embarrassed he also saw the wisdom in what Kuatura had done. He even respected it. When he was told he could leave he bowed to him and then left.
He dropped all but one of the shards of his shinai, as he walked over to his opponent. He put the shard to his back and whispered. “Do something that underhanded again and it will be your end.” He kept a friendly enough smile on his face but not one that just showed he threatened the guys life. He walked back to his seat trying to stay as far away from his as he could. “Bastard.” He whispered as he glanced back at him.
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Post by Darkoda on Jan 23, 2010 22:17:31 GMT -4
While everyone was wondering what was up with the shinai, the lazy one actually decided to act on the advantage he had just been given, charging forward to smash in the careless one. Not a bad decision, but with his lack of experience, he likely wasn't going to get far. He didnt in fact, as Kuatara stepped in, easily taking the force of the blow with his arm, then disarming the guy and giving them a lecture on why shinigami didn't use ordinary weapons. Well, besides the whole inner spirits thing anyway. Then Ai got distracted for a bit as he spun the other shinai into a cloud of splinters. He was even cooler than the eyeball guy, now if only he would let them injure each other......
Then the Eyeball himself showed up, voicing Ai's thoughts. She could see Kuatara's point though; there was no fun in beating up people who couldn't defend themselves. Anyway, he decided to move on to the next two fighters, herself, and a large, hulking woman. She certainly looked promising.....
As she took her shinai from the vice-captain and got into position, she watched her opponent's posture. From her posture with the shinai, she seemed to actually have some experience with fighting. "Don't hold back." She said cheerfully, just before Kuatara gave the signal to begin. The large woman seemed to agree to her request, charging at her and going for a vertical swing that Ai side-stepped, before she brought her shinai down on the woman's wrist. She surprised Ai a bit though when she not only took the hit without any reaction other than a slight buckling of the hand, but was able to swing at her head so quickly, forcing her to duck down to avoid a serious headache.
You're using a stick idiot, not a sword, it's going to take a few hits to end this. She berated herself mentally for stopping at just that one hit. That was careless. She jumped to the side to avoid a thrust at her head, countering with a thrust of her own right for the woman's throat. Kuatara didn't seem to like the idea of her potentially managing to kill someone via a crushed windpipe though, or at least that was most likely why he stepped in at that point, stopping Ai's shinai without any effort. She quickly let go, not wanting to get dragged forward, smiling sheepishly behind her scarf. Maybe she overdid it a bit............
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Post by GoldenKitten on Jan 25, 2010 15:30:37 GMT -4
Kuatura stopped the small girl before she could manage to murder the other. He didn't make a big deal of it, after all he had met shinigami with far deeper seated issues than fighting aggression and in fact there were divisions suited particularly to that style. He did however hear Romulus make a strange clucking laugh from the back of the class, Kuatura knew 9th division was only agreeing to help this year because they had killed to many of their own damn members and were looking to find more. Of course the official explanation was that they had all died in the line of duty but given that 9th division rarely went on actual dangerous missions other than prisoner confinement where else did one think all these division members were going? Either way he retrieved the shinai from each girl and went back to looking the class over.
The next hour went by faster than the rest of the day had given that they got to watch students beat the stuffing out of each other. There were a few examples of skill amongst the students though few seemed to know how to handle themselves in an outright fight better than Ai. Despite some of them being just as violent though, none of the students walked away with much more than a bruise thanks to Kuaturas arm that was apparently made of steel given how many hits it had taken without a visible scratch. He was once more turning around to find the next students to put to the test, though really they were getting down the wire here with only a few more choices, when he spoke out.
“Hmmmm....ooooh you two, with the same name! SIBLING FIGHT!!!” He pointed to Keiori and Amanohara, “You guys are next.”
Amanohara wasted no time on unimportant thoughts about the other girl while getting to her feet and retrieving the shinai from Kuaturas hand before moving the fore. She had never wielded a blade of this type, she was a leader and moreover when she had been forced to fight she did so with a dagger. This blade was much longer and more unwieldy than her norm but she was pretty sure she could use it defensively at least, and as long as she could keep the other girl off of her she might land a few hits to win this...after all time didn't matter, victory did. She had kept a good lookout at the others around her both physically and via reishi sensing. This girl was going to hit hard, she had allot of strength/reishi and she moved like she had skill. She would be quick however the curvature of her movements suggested that Amanohara was both a bit faster and quite a bit more acrobatic than her, that could be used to her advantage. Equally when the defense committee had called them over before as well as a few times in the class Keiori had proved she was not patient and was quick to anger, other facets that could be used to Amanoharas advantage.
Kuatura signaled they should fight. Amanohara while staring Keiori down struck an extremely strange pose with her blade held under-handed and behind her back with her other hand stretched out, almost like she planned to catch the other girls blade. She however did not take any offensive steps forward, she knew this girl was stronger than her and a full assault would only send her to the floor, she had to fight smart.
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Post by Zhiel on Jan 28, 2010 14:56:29 GMT -4
OOC: GK, if you want me to change anything just message me.
Keiori wasn't too surprised to see Kuatura intervene between the two, what did surprise her however was how he yet again did what seemed impossible and was there in an instant... Shinigami were definitely not normal, and though she knew her own physical strength had grown immensely since she had been alive her actual speed or perception was mostly the same... Probably had to do with control, or focus or something...
After this Kuatura went on to explain the importance of knowing your weapons condition, as well as showing off with how fast he could spin the remaining shinai until it turned into fine saw-dust, with the tip disappearing off behind the wall... Lucky no one had sat in the way... Despite what she might think of the guy so far, she had to admit that his explanation helped resolve some of the questions she had, like what made Shinigami so damn powerful, but before she could think too much on it the vice-captain asked two others to step up.
Things moved on from there as the girl that had been next to Keiori after Heton had been called up, was called up herself and was put against a much larger 'girl' who while looking strong was clearly just a brute, someone with no finesse at all. And this was clearly demonstrated with how easily Ai beat the girl, who continued even after receiving a hit on her wrists, probably not being smart enough to realize that would have meant the loss of her hands if it had been a real battle... Either way, Ai seemed a bit 'too' aggressive in Keiori's mind as the girl went straight for the others throat with a blow that would no doubt have crushed it had Kuatura not interfered again.
About an hour passed as most of the other members of the class were called up to beat on each others, as Keiori observed with great interest while commenting mentally on what several did wrong, or how some could improve on another aspect. While she was no master at it, Keiori had been into Kendo quite a bit back in her living years and though she had not fought with an actual sword during her time in Rukongai she had kept what she knew fresh in her mind as well as improved on some of it when able. And really, Kendo wasn't THAT different from fighting with a real katana, minus the rules and protective gear. Then things took a turn for 'interesting' for some, and 'messed up' for Keiori as Kuatura turned to her and Amanohara and called them up...
“Hmmmm....ooooh you two, with the same name! SIBLING FIGHT!!! You guys are next.”
In a sense, she couldn't ask for a bigger confirmation of the other girls identity. At least not without asking her herself, but as Keiori had said to Jim, she was too scared to ask... Like if on reflex the other girl stood up right away and went to retrieve her Shinai, seemingly ignoring her long lost sister being right there... It stung, there was no other way to describe the feeling, but Keiori also knew that Amanohara had always been practical, so much it angered Keiori sometimes... She had always done her best to keep up appearances, and though it was a faint hope, she hoped it was the same now... The best thing she could do, was to follow along.
With a deep sigh Keiori finally stood up after probably five seconds of silence while having a look of mixed surpris and deep thought on her face, and though her motions suggested calm her eyes kept being drawn to the other girl rather than Kuatura and the outstretched shinai. But after what must have seemed an eternity for the impatient vice-captain she retrieved the training katana and grasped it steadily with both hands, as she sank down into a standard battle pose with her legs spread out slightly and the shinai held diagonally toward Amanohara, with the hilt being around waist-level for Keiori.
Though Keiori seemed determined at first glance, anyone with any knowledge of psychology would be able to tell just how nervous she was. Though just what she was nervous about wasn't as obvious to most. In truth, she was conflicted about what to do, or how to do this, because if this was truly Amanohara then she didn't want to hurt her for several reasons and right now it seemed far too unlikely for it not to be her... But at the same time she didn't want to make a fool out of herself either, she had spent far too much time working on being accepted into this academy to become an instant drop-out.
What followed was what many of those watching might think to be a staring contest, but was actually just Keiori trying to make up her mind about what to do, and Amanohara being cautious. But after almost ten seconds Keiori seemed to have made up her mind as she bit her lip while furrowing her brows, before she went charging straight at her sister. Reaching the other girl in just a second Keiori swung her shinai with great force, however someone of Kuatura's experience could probably tell she was holding back a great deal, both in terms of reiatsu and pure physical strength. And though this was to make sure she didn't hurt Amanohara too much should she hit, it also saved her skin as Amanohara deflected the attack with her own blade, causing Keiori's to slide off it's side. Had she struck with all she had, she'd have hit the floor and probably broken the shinai before she could react.
Instead she planted her feet firmly in the ground as she pulled the shinai back, holding it angled down with the hilt up by her head just in time to block a quick swipe from Amanohara before the girl went back into a defensive stance while Keiori shifted her grip of the shinai slightly before she went on the offensive, striking time and time again and shifting her stance and grip on the training katana every now and again, however it seemed to be a fairly predictable pattern and Amanohara would no doubt think of a way to exploit this. Keiori knew fairly well how Amanohara thought however, and having had time to think things through she had adapted her fighting style to accommodate for that so rather than going all-out like she usually did, she went for a fairly simplistic fighting style which would have a lot of openings, and then counter the counter. To Keiori, it seemed the best way to win this without cracking any skulls.
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Post by Darkoda on Jan 29, 2010 22:30:24 GMT -4
The other bulky girl looked a bit shaken as Kuatara took the shinai from her and sent them back. Maybe it was sinking in that Ai just tried to kill her..... ah, she'll get over it. It wasn't as if they weren't going to end up fighting for their lives if they became shinigami anyway, might as well get used to nearly dying now.
The next hour was a show of people who had no business wielding any kind of weapon, but then they were here to learn how to actually fight properly. Some of the students actually knew what they were doing though; Ai made sure to memorize their faces for the future. Some of the others could become quite strong too with some skill, they certainly had the reiatsu for it. Of course, some of the others could be acting like she was and suppressing their reiatsu for various reasons....
Kuatara finally called Tensu, and the other Tensu to fight. The two people Ai wanted to see fight most going at each other, quite convenient. She knew that the short-tempered one had quite a lot of reiatsu behind her, but Tensu was definitely the strategic type. From their stances, both of them knew how to fight, now the question was who could fight better?
Sibling fight, this ought to be good.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Feb 1, 2010 23:28:07 GMT -4
Kuatura handed off the first shinai to Amanohara and then extended the next to Keiori. The following few seconds passed with a painful awkwardness, as Keiori seemed to become lost in her own little world, completely freezing up. As she did so Kuaturas eyes traveled higher up his head in an amused fashion as he began to wiggle the shinai in front of her face. Eventually she snatched it up though she seemed oblivious to his actions before moving forward…where she proceeded to stare Amanohara down. Despite the long wait Amanohara herself didn’t seem to be bothered by it in any way and just stared the other girl down until she moved. The reason being Amanohara had training, she was used to foes attempting different tactics to throw her off and she wasn’t going to have it, her attention was focused and when Keiori moved she was prepared.
Keiori and Amanohara fell into a series of quick strikes shortly after. It was instantly clear that both girls were more skilled than anyone else that had fought since Ai, Keiori had strength and tight reign over her bodies’ movements whereas Amanohara hit fast, erratically and with intelligence. In particular it was clear she was aware that her strength was not as great as Keioris and as such she consistently met her with light blows, deflecting the attacks so that the other girl would lose her balance if only slightly and then try and strike at another angle. Regardless for a time their opposite tactics seemed to put them at a stalemate until Keiori huddled down.
She might have thought she was being sly by trying to lure Amanohara into a trap but Amanoharas near perfect plotting decoded the maneuver before Keiori had even completed it. She then thought through her options, she could either move around the feint or she could pretend to fall into it and try to spring her own trap. She decided on the latter as calling the trap would simply have continued their deadlock whereas this offered the opportunity to finish it.
Watching for an opening in the predictable string of attacks Amanohara struck forward, however at the last moment she brought her hand behind her back once more, released the shinai and caught it in her opposite hand. At the same time she brought both arms forward, she brought the shinai to bear at her side meaning that if Keiori made a strike from the only direction open to her she would simply hit the shinai. With the other hand she reached straight up toward Keioris face, if one was used to combat motions they might note that Amanohara was shifting her weight to one foot and starting to twist her ankle. She meant to grab her “sister” during her failed trap and then plant a kick firmly in her chest…after all this was a evaluation of their fighting capability, that wasn’t solely based on the use of a blade.
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((OOC: Zhiel we may want to collaborate and just create a joint-post rather than keep this running for the next two weeks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about that, just wanted to get this up so you could start thinking about it.))
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Post by Wanzer on Feb 6, 2010 0:31:47 GMT -4
Raijin sneezed as he watched the siblings' sparring match. He was more than ready for his own turn despite knowing little of actual combat himself. He sat down as traditionally as he could though he felt awkward in such a position. He sighed and fidgetted until the instructor eventually smacked the back of his head with something small and wooden. Raijin rubbed the back of his head and apologized to the sensei, while thinking "Dumb Bastard." The position was highly uncomfortable and Raijin couldn't help but fidget, he wasn't used to such things. He soon found himself drawn into the fight however.
The fight was a battle of speed, more than raw power and he watched as the blows rained down from the two fighters. He felt awed by it all and wondered if he could do that same on his first attempt. He touched the sheathe of his sword, it felt as if it had been warmed slightly in the sunlight and smiled. It was probably from just being so close to his body, but it was really from having sat in the sunlight which poured through one of the windows. Still it made him feel comfortable and at ease, then he noticed the bright orange cloth around it and he got a sensation of euphoria. He breathed in deep and almost giggled as he sat there, but shook it off and looked back forward; his mood now elevated he watched with anticipation of his own turn.
He turned a little to Ai who he was seated beside and asked. "What do you think of these two so far? Amanohara appears to be the better at the moment, but I wouldn't count her sibling out...I would imagine they could both go very far in the soul society if they worked at it. I've never fought like this before, so I am nervous as to how I will react in battle. Do you have any tips I could use?....Well listen to me babble on...forgive me." Raijin said looking back down and then back up to the fight that was already underway.
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Post by Zhiel on Feb 11, 2010 22:00:17 GMT -4
Keiori traded blows with Amanohara for nearly a minute, both girls seemingly equally matched as they went between offense and defense near flawlessly. As they fought however Keiori's mind was working erratically, trying to find a weakness in her sisters defenses that she could exploit without needing to use her full strength, thus risking harming her quite a bit, however Amanohara was very good at exploiting her strengths and Keiori's weaknesses and thus it was hard for Keiori herself to keep up at times, which became obvious when Amanohara switched which arm she held her shinai, just as Keiori pulled her own shinai back from the previous blow as she had been expecting an immediate counter-attack.
Instead she was now faced with a 'deadly' trap sprung right in her face, quite literary, as Amanohara swung her shinai out at Keiori, as she also went for her face with her free hand. The act itself did not surprise her so much as how she had let herself come into this situation to begin with, though it was true she often used her full strength and as such her opponents rarely had time to recover before she struck again, quite the opposite of where this was going. Keiori instantly let go of her shinai with her right hand, which she moved out to intercept Amanohara's left hand, while she angled her left hand with the shinai still in it to block the attack, however she had been too focused on the immediate danger that she had been completely blind to the kick that now connected with her stomach, moments after the shinai had been blocked and Amanohara's hand caught by the wrist by Keiori.
Keiori let out a quick groan as Amanohara's kick hit her right in the gut and she stumbled back a step, losing her grip on Amanohara's wrist in the process, however with how she nearly instantly righted herself it would be clear it had been more an instinctual reaction to the unanticipated pain rather than her actually being hurt by it and as she did she furrowed her brows slightly. Such an underhanded move, though by logic rules had no real meaning in this fight but it still pissed her off somewhat... Though she still held fast that she'd try not to severely injure Amanohara, she now decided she could use a good whopping, besides she trusted that Kuatura would interfere before any skulls were cracked. "Haaa!" Keiori yelled as she seemed to tense up for a second, before she literally burned with reiatsu, fierce and uncontrolled, but still dangerous. Though it was slight, as Keiori began her new offensive it was clear she moved slightly faster, and the power behind her blows were much, much higher.
Amanohara trap had worked to an extent but it hadn't really “finished” anything given that it did little more than make Keiori more aggressive. Of course the other girls sudden surge in combat prowess did not come as a surprise, Amanohara was at this point in time at least, the most proficient in sensing reishi. She had known from the start the other girl was capable of surging from her lack of control several times earlier in the day and while she might have not had good control she could probably still bring it out like a brick wall. This she had finally done but it was not as if Amanohara had been utilizing the full extent of her abilities either, true she had not been “holding back” per-se but she hadn't been pushed to the limit either and there was always more to pull out if one was skilled enough. In this case it translated to a significant boost in speed and acrobatic ability as Amanohara knew she could no longer chance being struck as she had before.
There were two possibilities, wait for the girl to tire herself out or hit her with momentum assisted shinai blows. The first was a wild bet, the other girl was not a skilled shinigami yet and as such she might very well run out of energy if Amanohara allowed her to keep flaring her reiatsu, the problem with that plan was she had no way of telling how deep Keioris reishi pools ran. The other involved avoiding Keioris blows at all costs, getting in behind her and utilizing acrobatic spin assisted blows to her backside to overpower her naturally greater defense, it would work but it was by far the more dangerous of the options since it relied on getting in close to her opponents. In the end she decided on a combination of the two, she would strike when possible but also attempt to force Keiori into as many extravagant maneuvers as possible in the hopes of running her down. Of course Kuatura might stop them before either plan came to fruition but she wasn't known for leaving things up to “maybe”s.
Keiori swung at her wildly three times but each blow would have been enough to knock her flat had it hit dead on, however Amanohara proved the faster. On the first to blows she moved from side to side so that they landed where she had just been a split second later, as the third came she arched backward with incredible limberness and placed her hands on the ground. She placed her weight on them and moments later was propelling through the air, as she left the ground one of her feet almost clipped Keioris face. Once in the air she pulled into a tight ball and spun an abnormal amount of times traveling several meters from Keiori until she extended once more and came to a sliding stop. Arising she stuck her hand out and curling her pointer finger in a “Come here” motion she spoke.
“Come on now little one, is that all you have, strength?”
They might not notice it but Kuatura was now watching them both with a kind of retarded glee, it was clear he should have stopped them by now but he hadn't as apparently he was amused by at least one of them. Lai-Fan was now standing behind him and simply shaking her head every time their blades met.
Though Keiori had gotten a decent feel for her opponents capabilities with their earlier excursion she had not expected her to be capable of such nimble movements and as such the first couple of attacks ended up missing completely as the girl side-stepped and ultimately jumped right over Keiori, who had to lean her head back in order to avoid a foot in the face. Had she gone just a few inches higher she could have instead reacted more appropriately and caught her leg, sadly this was not the case as Amanohara pulled into a ball, lowering her air resistance enabling her to travel further before she landed skillfully. As Keiori turned around to face her opponent once more she raised her shinai to shoulder level, holding it out horizontally like if she was about to rush at Amanohara, however she remained in place for the moment.
Truth be told, she was considering her possibilities, for her usual kendo-based style was not very effective against Amanohara's more acrobatic one, as it greatly limited her own movements thanks to holding the shinai in both hands. However Keiori's far greater strength would definitely prove an advantage against her opponents even when wielding it in one hand, leaving her other hand open for a number of things. Though her thoughts were interrupted when Amanohara raised her hand and 'beckoned' Keiori in a very arrogant sort of way, as she said words that to Keiori were worse than taboo. Not only did she call her flat chested (well, that was how Keiori saw it), she insulted her martial skill as well! In the depth of the rising anger inside Keiori, there were also a great sadness however for her sister had always helped her when she needed it (which had been quite often), and had never insulted her in anything short of a joke...
Though no matter how one looked at it Keiori just did not accept being called flat-chested, her anger greatly overcoming the sadness which she harbored and resulting in an even larger, more chaotic flare of purple-tinted reiatsu bursting forth from Keiori as she charged at her sister with her sword now in one hand as she swung it with great force, quickly and relentlessly while trying to get as close as possible, still retaining some sense, she was trying to get close enough to shove Amanohara with her left palm. Sure a shove might not be very dangerous in most situations, but Keiori was a good hand-to-hand combatant as well, and she knew with experience that her palm was more than enough to knock Amanohara for a loop.
Going on the offensive wouldn't work here, Amanohara was no fool and she knew when she was outclassed strength-wise. Thankfully her gambit to tick Keiori off had worked, sure it made the girl more dangerous but the angrier she was the more prone she was to making a mistake. As such she rolled with the hits and let Keiori slowly back her up toward the nearest wall while keeping her eyes open for a way to attack. Just when it looked like she was going to find herself with nowhere to go Keiori took the initiative to strike but countering was Amanoharas specialty, after all it should have been obvious she was used to defending and defenders didn't live if they didn't know how to reverse an attack.
While flailing her blade rapidly she struck out with her palm, however in doing so she left one of her sides open as without breaking her momentum and possibly tripping up she would have to continue with her palm even while Amanohara took action. Amanohara dropped low and spun to the side, under the palm and to the far side of the shinais strike, right under the Keioris arm and behind her. Amanohara exited her spin and allowed her legs to bring her back to a standing position as she continued the spin with her shinai extended ready to smack into Keioris back.
Keiori was off to a good start as she immediately starting to push Amanohara back with her relentless assault, with her swings which could very well shatter bones if they hit it was no wonder her sister went on the defensive however and sadly was not even able to force her into blocking, something which would no doubt have left the girl far more vulnerable to a consecutive attack. However that did not seem to matter for the girl who due to her anger was stuck on a one-track sort of thinking right now and that was to return Amanohara's words with her hand, and seeing how they were rapidly closing in on the wall of the dojo things seemed to be going perfectly as planned.
However due to her anger clouding her better judgment Keiori had been unable to anticipate the counter-attack of her sister, who had been waiting for Keiori to make herself vulnerable which she did by lashing out with the palm of her hand. With incredibly swift movements Amanohara ducked under her arm as she began a spin that took her around Keiori, being slightly behind her and to the left in mere moments with her shinai about to impact Keiori's exposed back. Though she knew it was mere training swords, the point of this as Keiori saw it was the first who could manage what would normally be a deadly or at least mortal strike toward their opponent had their weapons been real katana, would win. Luckily for Keiori her combat instincts pulled her out of the danger zone as she was well-aware she could not block the attack or turn around in time to intercept it, as such she used what she had in plenty of in the form of her physical strength and with just Milli-seconds to spare narrowly dodged the shinai by jumping several meters up into the air, as she came in contact with the wall near the peak of her jump.
Knowing that Amanohara would easily be able to counter something as crude as her falling back down, no matter how she tried to angle herself, Keiori's only option left was to use the wall to her advantage. With a mighty shove Keiori pushed away from the wall with both hands and feet as she began a series of backwards flips from the unevenness of her push, not having had any grasp with her feet at all. Gritting her teeth Keiori was just barely able to predict when to spread her legs out, and almost immediately thrust her left arm down as she hit the floor of the dojo and skidded several meters, having been close to landing on her head before she stopped her spin with her arm, as she then stabilized herself with her legs while still having her shinai in an iron grip and held out at her side, clearly ready in case Amanohara would attempt anything. However it would be clear she was not used to such acts and had probably hurt herself on the landing even if she wasn't showing it.
Just when it looked like both girls were getting ready to try for another round Kuatura walked out between them. Keiori might have hid her mistake well but Kuaturas experience and senses were keen enough to realize the pressure and thus damage that had been inflicted upon her, even if he said nothing about it. He and the rest of the class had seen more than enough anyhow, they didn't really need to know who was the strongest in the class yet, they just needed to know who to watch in the future. With that done he spoke out, turned to Amanohara first.
“Ok, that is good enough for today, please return your blades and then go sit back down, we can pick this up later.”
Amanohara collected herself quickly and stood down from her aggressive stance. She handed the shinai over, bowed and then walked over to sit next to Ai again. As she did so Kuatura turned back around to Keiori and held out his hand.
“You to tiny.”
Despite how fired up she was at the moment even Keiori had to recognize the authority that Kuatura represented, not just as Vice-Captain but also as their teacher, and as such while her reiatsu was still not simmering down much she seemed collected enough to not go for Amanohara's throat the moment she had the opportunity to do so. With the adrenaline from the fight fading Keiori began to feel how numb her left hand had gotten, and she could feel how bruised her palm was but hid it by closing her hand into a fist. Not only that, but the impact had also hurt her wrist somewhat, not so much it would hinder her but had they continued fighting it was possible she might have broken it. Her legs were largely unscathed, having been in a better position to receive the force from the landing, though one of her knees were a bit scraped from sliding across the floor, luckily her clothes had survived without tearing.
With a sigh Keiori began to slowly walk up to Kuatura, just as he said the taboo word. For a second it was unclear exactly what Keiori was about to do as she clenched both hands and gritted her teeth so hard one could practically hear her them grind against each others. She stood shaking for a few seconds as her reiatsu flared up again, Keiori's violet colored eyes burning with reiatsu as she raised her right arm with the shinai in it, and then struck, all reiatsu seemingly gathering on the shinai as her blow fell into Kuatura's outstretched hand. He asked for the shinai back, he'd get it back. Or at least, that's what Keiori thought amidst her rage.
Kuatura caught the shinai in his hand where it firmly stopped, then with little to no effort plucked it from her hands with such speed she couldn't have resisted. He motioned her back toward the sitting class but before she got to far he spoke up.
“You should get over being short, I've known a lot of capable shinigami who were short. More importantly if you let it get to you like that your enemy will inevitable use it again you like Amanohara did, she didn't really mean it, she was just smart enough to know how to use your predictabilities against you. Keep it in mind.” With that he walked to stand in front of the class once more.
Might not really surprise most in the dojo that Keiori's attack had been stopped without effort, but Keiori herself was nearly shocked. Sure she knew he was fast, but she herself could not take such a blow and hope to stand up for days! As the shinai was plucked from her Keiori didn't resist at all as little use it might have done, and though she was surprised to say the least she was expecting some form of retaliation, but all she got was 'advice' regarding her reaction to her height, of all things... He had apparently not realized it wasn't REALLY her height she was so sensitive about, but rather her cup size, or lack there-of. "Every damn person seems to insult my 'size' today..." She muttered silently to herself as she with solemn mood went to sit back down, her mind troubled with thoughts of her sister. Was Kuatura right about her just using her emotions against her? Even so, her old sister was never so focused on 'winning' that she'd do something like that to her... Did she hate her, or did she just not remember her? Despite how she tried to see the situation from different angles, she just wasn't a very optimistic person anymore...
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