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The footsteps of the small squad echo'ed off the blank walls as they walked down the vacant street. It wasn't uncommon for the streets within the confines of Seireitei to be empty, especially with the general distrust of the various Divisions that made up the Gotei 13. And, with very few civilians allowed in Seireitei who weren't nobility or privileged, that just made the place even more desolate. Which is exactly how the cloaked figure leading the patrol preferred it.
"Senza, think fast." one of the squad members called out as she threw something at the tall cloaked figure leading the squad.
The loud smack of stone hitting flesh echo'ed down the empty street. The cloaked figure at the head of the patrol had it's slender arm outstretched, fist closed around the rock. Two of the members of the patrol had looks of surprise on their face as they hadn't seen the cloaked figure turn and catch the rock. The remaining two members looked at the two and started laughing.
"And the point of this was,..... what? To see their reactions to how I would respond?" the cloaked figure asked in a monotone voice, tossing the rock in to the garden he knew was on the other side of the wall.
"Of course. Lighten up, Senza, it was all in good fun. We didn't mean any harm by it." the woman who threw the rock replied.
"Fine. You're both being put on report and given fifteen demerits for attacking the head of the patrol." Senza replied, turning back around as he believed the matter had been settled.
"They didn't believe us when we told them what you were like. The only one more cold-hearted than you Taichou Kuchiki." stated the other one that had been laughing.
"Being cold has nothing to do with it. You broke a rule, and you'll face the consequences of it. And the Taichou may end up surprising you about being cold-hearted. Now, let's finish the patrol as I have added paperwork to do because of you actions." Senza replied as he started moving down the street.
"Fine." the woman replied sullenly, motioning to the others to start moving again.
With that, the patrol began walking down the street again in silence.
Long empty aisles filled with nothing, but the pure killing intent of Satoshi Yamada, the Machiavellian of the Soul Society if anything. Satoshi stepped one after another with both of his limbs sticking directly into his pockets as they swayed along with his pant legs. The pants were shifting because of the soft impact from Satoshi's calm, swift, and controlled movements. His manner was almost robotic, but yet you could feel the heat of a powerful man coming off him if you layed eyes upon him.
No spiritual pressure leaked, as if he was a perfect sphere full of energy.
Satoshi had soon come into the squad 6 region from walking at a brisk, yet seemingly tedious pace. His long sword swaying in a perfect motion side from side as his body walked with precision. Satoshi had come around a corner, his eyes yellow, were also grim and blank, as if blind. He looked down upon everything as if it was a pitiful bug to be squashed, passively. But he can be mocking and a smartass when he wants.
The mood of this tall figure was soon changed from grim to amused when he had come across a bunch of figures standing in a group, and one from the rest of the others. It was quite clear the bunched up group of men was a squad, and the other man was a sort of superior. Satoshi had then flicked his wrist toward his coat, which caused the coat to dramatically flicker as he stuck the same hand into his pocket with his left hand out, and walked toward the scene.
Everyone seemed ever so surprised when the man had the rock thrown, and as they had said been "Instantaneously" caught. Of course, Satoshi knew it was just training put into one displayed instance of speed. Satoshi had remained partially covered by a corner as to not be discovered when the man had started to the squad of Shinigami.
Satoshi had then slightly smirked when he had begun to bend over and pick up a rock. As Satoshi did this, he did a 180 with the rock pointed perpendicular to himself with his right hand. Satoshi then lowered his head, his grey/white hair fell down and he swirved his entire body, rotating his core and chest with amazing accuracy, and then flicked his wrist whilst letting go of the rock in hand. Satoshi ended this swing in a stance where his right hand was bent downward as to show he had thrown it, his left hand behind his back to show he had done it with one hand.
The rock had zoomed at lightning speeds toward the wall that was closest to the squad, which happened to be on the opposite side of the man. The rock then had managed to split into three seperate pieces, all three of them heading for different parts of the mans body, Satoshi doing this to see how he would react to a real difficult rock throw.
The hood on the cloak shifted slightly as the rocks split. Taking a simple step to the right to avoid the incoming projectiles, one did manage to hit the heavy cloak near where the knee was. Turning around, the shifting blue eyes under the deep cowl of Senza's cloak focused on the man down at the end of the street.
As the rocks impacted the wall behind the cloaked figure, leaving noticeable indentations from the power put behind them, most of the patrol members with Senza placed their hands on the handles of their swords. Only one besides Senza had managed to attain Shikai in this group, and it was still in its infancy.
"State your intentions," Senza called down, in the same monotone voice, to the figure who had thrown the rocks at him.
As he waited for an answer, Senza pulled his left arm up in to his cloak. His right hand was held up, stopping the other members of the patrol from attacking. Given the strength that the rocks had been thrown at, and the accuracy, this man wasn't some unseated member of another Division. If the patrol attacked, they might get one or two hits on the man, but ultimately, they would end up in the care of the 4th Division, if not worse.
"My my...It seems I put a few scratches into the wall, and frightened some of your girlfriends. Forgive me."
Satoshi's words coming out in a completely normal and sympathetic voice, but the words were clearly mocking. Satoshi had slowly raised his left hand and brushed a clump of his own silver hair betraying the sight of his left yellow sapphire eye, his right hand still bent into his pocket.
Satoshi's Odachi hanging on his left side, somehow not touching the grade, and perfectly balanced to his body weight, so it didn't flail around.
Satoshi had looked up at the man who had asked him the question, which he thought was redundant considering everywere is free for Soul Reapers to roam. Nonetheless, he'll play along.
"Well, I suppose now is when we introduce ourselves. I'm Satoshi Yamada of Squad 12, and you are?"
Satoshi had lowered his body slightly along with bringing his left foot back and head tilted in a bow, and then brought it back up normally. The mischievous Shinigami had then stared at the other group of Shinigami, his eyes slowly shifting with cold distant content.
"And..." Satoshi had shifte his body toward the wall and looked at it in hate, as if recalling a rage filled memory. He walked toward it cooly, being sure to do it slow as to finish his sentence before he reached the wall.
"I've around here simply because I'm on a stroll to find strong individuals. You see, I'm in the mood for a nice fighting match." Satoshi licked his lis and his grim face shifted a deadly smirk as his yellow eyes scraped across his sockets to look at the Shinigami across from him.
"I believe that is enough reasoning to be here, is it not..., squad member? Or perhaps you're skeptical of a person you've never seen before" He stated. Satoshi took in a half breath and breathed out slowly and looked up for a brief moment, and then continued to look at the Shinigami once more. "Whatever the case, I have given you my reason."
"Senza Chang, Division 6. And I am skeptical of those I don't know. Especially when they decide to introduce themselves in such a manner." Senza replied cooly as he bowed his head in return. "I'll make sure that the bill to repair the damage is sent to Taichou Kurotsuchi."
The vocal barbs did little to influence him towards a decision, but he doubted this man would simply go away if told that none here were interested in fighting a fellow Shinigami. Looking back at the patrol, Senza motioned for them to head back to the barracks.
Facing Satoshi, Senza felt the patrols presence fade as they left the area. "Since I have no idea as to when I'll be sent back to the living world, I'll accept your challenge. However, no Kido or any tricks from items that come from your Division. Setting?" he asked after setting up the restrictions for the possible sparring match.
Truth be told, Senza didn't know what the capabilities of this man were. But Satoshi would be at the same disadvantage as well. He felt confident in his abilities, but knew that he was lacking in areas as well that may end up hurting him. Then again, he had always had a better time learning something new by facing it head on and being on the receiving end. "On second thought, only restriction is no using items from the Tech Department." Senza stated before Satoshi could reply to his question.
A smirk streaked up Satoshi's face as he heard Senza accept the challenge. He acknowledged but disregarded most of the things Senza said out of pure disinterest, but he still caught the drift of what he was saying.
Satoshi had first that about Senza's question. Where to fight he asks, which is a good question considering if anyone is caught fighting randomly in the middle of the Soul Society, you're most likely to be detained and reprimanded for your actions, but that's neither here nor there.
Satoshi had then began to walk down a very long walkway toward open courtyards.
"Simple, we can spar at the training grounds. It is most likely completely clear right now, most of the low level shinigami are on patrol duty right now, anywho."
Satoshi slowly made his way to the barren area where copias amounts of blood and sweat are spilled. It is very surprising to think how many shinigami have become great powerful, and yet were once useless and weak. How the very same training grounds had allowed them to increase in strength so much that it had drastically altered there course of power.
The Shinigami raised his right hand and pointed toward the general direction of the training grounds as he started walking with a cracked grin on his face as he did it. He put his hand back in his pocket as he continued on.
Senza nodded in agreement at the use of the training grounds and followed Satoshi down that street. Like others, he had made good use of the training grounds after joining the 6th Division. And his blood had been spilled on more than one occasion in that empty field. Mostly due to his own mistakes and overconfidence. However, that was in the past at this point. One skill he had learned was patience from his time in that field.
Since he didn't know where Satoshi ranked within the 12th Division, Senza opted to walk a few steps behind the man, just in case. They may be from different Divisions, but rank still carries its weight between them. Of course, this also let him start gauging his opponent for the upcoming fight.
From the style that Satoshi currently displayed, he appeared to carry the same attitude that Taichou Kurotsuchi was famous for, the simple disregard for anything that didn't pique his interest. At the same time, Senza felt that this man might have been in the 11th as well during his time as a Shinigami. The need for fighting tended to be pounded in to all of that Divisions members by the Kenpachi and the ranking seats. While nearly all the Divisions played a part on the front lines, the 11th relished a fight for the sake of fighting. Not something that fit with Senza's outlook at life.
Senza simply followed Satoshi to the training area, not speaking unless spoken to first. As far as he was concerned, notthing else had to be said until then.
Criss cross, turn turn, the Seiretei was a place truly to behold for its unnecessary intricate designs. There is enough walls to wrap around Karakura town twice. Satoshi finally came to the training area, with fairly large doors being the portal to the area. White walls and yellow cover tile on the walls, above the doors was a sort of slanted roof type structure with brown roof tiles instead.
Satoshi then continued to open the doors to see that the training grounds quite clearly used, slash marks and blood stains still symbolize the previous fights and training sessions have continued to go on here before routine maintenance comes through here once in blue moon. Satoshi shook his head in disappointment that nobody was here, the Society must be fairly busy today if no on is at such a massive place.
Satoshi then swing the door open as he stepped inside, his coat swaying as he did so. The large brown dars slowed down in momentum from the sudden push it got from Satoshi and settled near the wall, so that Senza could follow quickly behind.
Satoshi moved past all the used up areas and dents that littered the grounds, and moved toward terrain that was better treated. He planted his feet onto the steps of the dojo that had divided portions of the training grounds, with a wooden dojo in the center. Satoshi had then approached the slide door, and reached out with this left hand and pushed gently with his index finger.
Satoshi had then began to step inside and head toward the left where he knew there was a large portion of unused terrain to be occupied for their near upcoming sparring match. Satoshi swiftly moved to the door and swung that open to, not looking back to see if Senza was there. 'The other Shinigami should catch up, if he can't at least do that he's not worth my time' Satoshi had thought to himself.
As he had began down the steps towards the more fresh training grounds, he had stopped and looked around just to inspect the area. It was quite large, mostly likely 60x60 yards to be more specific. Satoshi then continued onward. He had stopped about 25 yards out and swiveled around to face the doorway waiting for Senza to come. As he did this, he waited for Senza to come out to say
Senza stepped down on the rough ground as Satoshi turned towards him. The area almost reminded him of the last fight he had gotten in to before joining the Academy. Looking around before answering, he took stock of the entire area that would be used for their sparring match. Given his abilities, the area seemed to fit well.
The walls were made of solid rock. Indentations from kidou blasts, or some other type of impact could be seen clearly. That type of damage was fairly common as the bodies of the Shinigami's who came to train here tended to be far sturdier than the walls. Scorch marks from either lightning or fire could be seen on the ground near the walls as well.
"Up to you. I'm only interested in this confrontation to see if my skills have dulled any." Senza replied, slowly moving towards Satoshi and away from the shadows of the dojo. As he moved, the sleeves on his cloak came together as he placed his forearms in the opposite sleeve. His right hand rested on his zanpakutou that he kept on his left forearm, ready to draw and release in and instant, if needed. And his eyes focused on his opponent in general. That way he could read the man's body and possibly anticipate where an attack may come from.
"One last thing. No maiming or anything that would keep us from our duties for longer than necessary." Senza added. He wasn't sure if Satoshi would heed the request, but that just made things more interesting.
Satoshi's face shot up with wonder when the opposing Shinigami named Senza had told Satoshi not to cause any damage that would cause them incapable of doing regular duties. Which, to Satoshi, was a little pointless considering any match worth having is going to put you out of duty for an extended amount of time.
"No promises, but I'll try my best to pull pack punches if that's your preference. I have no doubt just by me saying this, you believe me to be lover of fighting. I have no doubt that also came off as a first impression in hindsight as well."
Satoshi had bowed his head slightly and clowed his eyes, his silver hair shifting from rest on his shoulders, to hanging like moss on a tree from his scalp as his head was lowered only a few inches at the most.
"This Impression would be incorrect. It is true a good fight is something to relish, fighting for the sake of fighting is completely useless to me. I have reasons for finding strong individuals to fight. Of course, I could be wrong on all of this and I could of come off as a complete pillow."
The snake had chuckled at the thought of himself being known as a good guy, even though ironically Satoshi was playing a certain part that required him to abide by standards.
He had thought back to a comparison of who he had best suited according to Squad 12 databanks, and he had thought Aizen, but he didn't have a monarch complex much like Aizen. So he thought about perhaps Ulqiorra, but he wasn't a much of a tool as him. So he thought he might as well combine the two in order to compare them.
"Regardless...there is one simple truth"
Satoshi had then raised his entire head and neck back to acceptable eye level, but...something was much different in Satoshi's previous looks. It was not condescension, or even full of killing intent, infact, not even empty of emotion. His face was of pure amusement. His look had transformed almost as if it was re-modeled, and it looked as if watching an Opera show, slight disinterest but general amusement, like coming across a penny on the ground.
"Today, blood and sweat will be spilled."
Satoshi's spiritual pressure had spiked in abnormal levels as his left leg slid back, collecting earth behind it, slanting his body and pushing his cloak out of the way of his Odachi, he grabbed the extended hilt of the blade, his eyes grim with the precipice of battle hanging in the air, they stared right at Senza, awaiting his move.
"I believe we can skip past the pre-battle rituals, and get down to it. Good luck, Squad six Senza."
Feeling the reiatsu come of Satoshi did cause Senza to sweat a little bit before regaining his cold composure. Opting to keep his own level repressed for the time being, he looked at the stance Satoshi had taken. Given the apparent size of the man's zanpakutou, it was easy to tell that the style revolved around the use of large weapons. Only thing not known was whether it was based on sheer strength, pure speed, or a mixture of the two. Time would tell. The only thing that Senza knew at this time was that the man liked to show off. Not something he cared for in others nor tolerated from those under him.
Senza bowed towards his opponent before using Shunpo to appear behind Satoshi, right leg swinging at Satoshi's right shoulder. It wasn't Senza's true target, but he wanted to see how his opponent would react to an obvious opening strike. Whether a block or dodge came, Senza would Step again and go for his real target, the hand that was gripping the handle of the large weapon.
Of course, Senza was also ready to block an attack that came his way as he tugged slightly on his zanpakutou to release it from the sheath.
Satoshi had then relaxed his stance completelely, and had managed to ease ever muscle. Every muscle except for the iron grip on his Zanpakuto. As Senza had vanished and came around to Satoshi's backside, he had sent a kick, of which Satoshi was aware of, as he was slightly slanted as to where he could see 30% of the leg coming at his right shoulder.
Satoshi's caring and calm grin morphed into a large smirk.
Satoshi had known that if he had taken a violent approach, Senza would come rushing, as is the nature of men who despise condescending men. Satoshi knew that this man had to be either plainly stupid to attempt such an open kick, or purposely trying to provoke more skill.
Satoshi could not quite put his finger on a choice, but he did have logic in his decisions. Satoshi had then creased his eyebrows as to focus more on the situation at hand instead of being at-ease.
Satoshi had then quickly begun to bend both his left and right knee with the smirk remaining on his face. His center of gravity had almost instantly changed as his entire cloak had stayed in the same place as his body had lowered with such speed that it was hard to keep pace of. Satoshi could see every step of the opposing Shinigami's flash step, and knew he was slightly faster.
Satoshi had then clenched his muscles tightly together, flexing them in an attempt to prepare them for heavy usage of a jump. Satoshi had then pushed back with his right leg, coming back with the leg swinging overhead in mid-air, and coming back at high speeds.
He had landed in his destination in an instant, as the kick couldn't have been too far. Satoshi had then flexed his entire body as he rotated his core and chest along with the scabbard and blade sheathed within it. The extensively long Odachi came sweeping by at blinding speeds, as if it was transparent.
As Satoshi was very near the opponent in the first place, Sastoshi had done this in a flash. The opponent however, had only one leg on the ground, and Satoshi had assumed he put his entire body into the kick, so his right arm is upward, and his left arm is downward. Knowing this, Satoshi could safely assume the opponent could could connect their hands with the power filled and speed persisent scabbard coming at their ankles.
The scabbard hitting the ankle will be of great impact and precision, therefor in theory it should sweep the Opponent off their feet, so much so their back is facing the ground while in mid air. Satoshi's hair in the air like white tentacles covering an ocean. His trench coat in the air as if waving to pure power.
If the opponent trips, this will give Satoshi enough time to do a complete 360 with his body, carefully watching his footwork as he positions his Odachi, taking a slight step forward as to not give to much scabbard into the swing. Satoshi had brought around the Odachi to go flying at Senza's face while he was in mid air, knowing he might be too shocked of the previous events, and/or too slow to catch it. Satoshi awaited his move.
As both Satoshi and Senza Stepped at the same time, and in opposite directions, neither attack would connect with their intended target. Instead, Senza was greeted with the scabbard coming straight for the ankle of his left leg. Pumping his left foot quickly, he barely managed to jump in time to avoid the powerful swing that would have taken him off his feet, leaving him vulnerable until he could recover. The scabbard missed his foot by a couple of centimeters.
Landing, and pushing off again, Senza went for the end of Satoshi's scabbard as it was still in motion from the original swing. His left hand out to grab the scabbard, he wasn't interested in trying to stop it's momentum, just throw off the timing a little. And maybe unbalance Satoshi a little as well from the unconventional attack.
Grabbing the end of the scabbard being thrust at him, Senza flipped forward to bring the heel of his left foot down on the hand holding the handle of the Odachi. His right foot would be planted along the scabbard, allowing him to continue his movement over Satoshi by pushing off after his left foot hopefully connected. He believed that even a large weapon such as this couldn't be adjusted quickly enough to counter his attack.
When Satoshi had swung his scabbard toward Senza's ankle, Senza had pushed off to swiftly dodge it. Satoshi's eyes darted to the hand that was going for the scabbard that was low the on the ground. Knowing that his opponent would have to bend over slightly to grab this scabbard, and having to bend would hinder his center of balance slightly. Satoshi had simply seen the attack coming, and in and instant.
"VWOOSH" Satoshi's cloak had flickered in the air, going to the left almost as if to signal he was going that way before nothing but dust was left behind as the Shinigami was nowhere to be seen for a brief instant, until just as quickly as he had dissipeared, he had re-appeared on the right side of the opposing Soul Reaper, slightly out of the field of view of his eyes at an angle to to him.
Satoshi had then stepped outward and into space of Senza, to prevent him from throwing any more martial art moves, as it was quite obvious Senza was skilled in it. And any skill is better then Satoshi, as he was not quite caught up with martial arts as of yet, but he had planned on training on it.
As Satoshi had stepped into his space, he had placed his right leg and slid it behind the left leg of his opponent, and grabbed at the opponents outstretched left arm. Doing this, he knew that Senza would now be at a clear disadvantage of getting tripped, and his entire gravity would be thrown off. As he had grasped him, he had pushed in with all of his might and brought his right leg and slammed it into the back of Senza's lag and brought his left shoulder into Senza's chest. As this had happened, Satoshi had used momentum, timing, and center of balance to try and once again trip the opposing Shinigami.
This move was a basic one, able to be self learned. Just a simple trip, one with anyone with a common knowledge anatomy and gravity could pull off. Luckily Satoshi had joined Squad 12 for a reason, information on all topics. Satoshi also knew that the opponent was a clear better hand to hand fighter. While he was at a disadvantage, in that term, it was clear he had the upper hand in terms of speed at least, so he had used that to attempt to gain the upper hand on Senza.
Knowing a skilled martial artist is going to use hand before blade, Satoshi knew the opponent would most likely use his most useful skill to defend, if not counter attack the trip attempt. So, in an precaution to avoid this, Satoshi had placed his center of balance on his back leg, so even if Satoshi's front was tripped, his back leg would hold most of the support and balance to push away from the enemy if need be.
As his left arm was grappled by Satoshi, Senza turned his arm and grabbed his opponents arm as well, He was well aware that Satoshi had a speed advantage over him, even if it was slight. Still, his style of combat had taught him to turn his opponents strengths against them.
Feeling the pressure of Satoshi's leg on his, Senza locked his leg in place and wrapped his right arm around Satoshi's neck as the man went in for a shoulder thrust. It was a basic maneuver taught to everyone, and one that could be learned easily without a teacher. Still, it was a well telegraphed strike that could be countered surprisingly easy if one knew what to look for. Spinning quickly, he used Satoshi's speed, weight, and strength to his advantage, and adding in his own speed and strength to reversing the trip attempt/shoulder thrust in to a body slam that should have him atop of his opponents back.
Senza felt that he had the upper hand with Hakudo as the fight went on. Which was probably one reason why Satoshi kept trying to trip him up. One basic rule of combat was to use anything you could to gain an advantage over your opponent. And since Senza was only decent with a blade, and his paled in comparison to the monstrosity that Satoshi was wielding, he opted to go with what he knew best for the time being, which was using his body as a weapon.
Satoshi would be stupid to not consider a huge advantage like martial arts, and knew Senza would have a trick up his sleeve. Satoshi had smirked slightly when his arm went for Satoshi's head. The Shinigami had seen Senza make a huge mistake in locking his leg in place, as Satoshi then wrapped a portion of his leg around Senza's knee just from behind it. Satoshi had let the Shinigami grab his head.
But Satoshi head then smirked as he usually did, noting the last and final mistake Senza had made...getting close to Satoshi. The white haired Shinigami, trench rippling in the air, eyes yellow and even glowing with a look that appeared to be triumph.
With his left hand locked around Senza's left arm, had his right arm twitch, and in that instant, the hand seemed to almost disappear in speed as it reached for the extensive Odachi handle, and squeezed as he pulled with insane amounts of speed, it being clear that Satoshi had the better sword skill as well in speed, so speed plus power didn't make a very good combo to go against. Satoshi had pulled with might and power, veins thrusting under his coat as it slid out.
As this had happened, Satoshi had turned at a slight angle so that the blade, while being pulled out, could cut directly into Senza. Satoshi's blade had struck out at Senza faster then most Kid's, and 10x the speed of a cero (half bala speed). The sword almost started to glow brightly as if it was absorbing sunlight itself in the cut.
Satoshi had put his body's weight into it even though it was being thrown off by Senza slightly, he had locked himself in place well with Senza so if Satoshi fell, Senza fell. Not only that, but the blade was VERY large, and it would take a miraculous dodge to avoid a gash. Especially since the blade had an affinity to "grow" on people.
{(Abilities used)} Name: Senkouzan Lesser (Flash Slash Lesser) Type:;Offensive Range;Close-Medium Class:Zanjutsu Tier: II-III Description:The user quickly draws his/her sword at half bala speed or bala speed (depending on the chosing Tier), and brings it up, slashes it down as it's draw, slashes it left, or slashes it right. Any one of the previously given choices may be used for this technique. And as this happens, in an instant usually before the opponent can even see it happen, they have a gash on them. This technique is usually used for very fast opening attacks, or to finish an opponent quickly.
As Satoshi went for the handle of his sword, Senza shook his head. Trying to draw a weapon of that size, especially while grappled in the positions they were in, was a huge mistake. Since Senza had opted to use Satoshi's left shoulder thrust against him, they were spinning to the left as they went down to the ground.
"I may not be considered an expert on Zanjutsu, but drawing a weapon that size while we're together as we are right now is nearly impossible." Senza commented as he continued the roll, releasing his hold on Satoshi as they hit the ground, breaking the grip his opponent had at the same time, and Stepped to his original starting spot, barely avoiding the weapon actually digging in to him. He did receive a small gash, probably caused by the speed of the attack, on his lower right abdomen. A few drops of blood soaked in to the uniform before stopping.
Dusting himself off, while keeping an eye on Satoshi for his next move, Senza thought of his next set of actions. Reaching in to the left sleeve of his cloak, Senza pulled out his tonto, the platinum edge gleaming with the sun shining off it. Of course, the vast difference in blade lengths was extremely apparent.
"I must say, you have some rough skill at Hakudo. More accustomed to brawling than dealing with someone trained in an actual martial style. Now that you have drawn, how do you wish to play this?" Senza asked as he braced for the next attack.
'I'll have to either release or find some way inside his weapons reach, so long as his weapon remains unsheathed. I doubt I could avoid a draw that fast again now that we're not locked together.' Senza thought to himself, watching Satoshi.
Satoshi sniffed the air as blood had dripped from his blade onto the rough terrain, and started to soak it. Satoshi with his head lifted high and eyes closed, had his Odachi in one hand, carrying the heavy weapon with impossible ease. Satoshi had spent repetive and intense training in short amounts of time in order to be able to wield such a heavy Zanpakuto with slight difficulty. He was able to use its momentum into rotating swings that dealt heavy damage with speed. It was obvious to Satoshi that this Shinigami had a basic understanding of sword fighting. Satoshi knew that moments to draw your sword isn't always from medium or long distances. (By the way, the entire time I drew my blade I drew it against you, meaning it was cutting into you, plus my slash at you).
Satoshi chuckled playfully "Well, you might say that if you had mediocre understanding of swordsmanship. I am, however, a man of undenyable truth Senza. And at the end of the day the undenyable truth is that you have a wound, and I do not. And one a disadvantage contemplates their situation always, so tell me, what's on your mind, Senza?"
Satoshi had slowly begun pacing toward his opponent, each was almost an insult toward the opposing Shinigami, a sign that he was at ease and not worried about getting harmed by him. With Satoshi's sword facing at a downward angle pointing to the right of his body. Satoshi Yamada had the handle clenched in his right hand, unmoving as his body eased toward his opponents, one every half second or so.
As soon as Satoshi was in range of his opponent, he had stopped, carefully measuring the distance between them to be about 60 centimers, or roughly 25 inches as far as he was aware. Satoshi knew that a standard tonto blade was rarely over a foot long in specific lengths, and he could see with his eyes its reach was miniscule compared to Satoshi's. Using this logic, he had kept himself within plenty of cutting distance between his opponent and him. With the blade at his side, he had expected his opponent to be on top guard, but had not expected him to foolishly attack.
Satoshi had gained a deviant smirk as his left foot slid back, with his right foot keeping most of the weight, and his left foot keeping most of the balance. He then, just as flashily as his draw, swung the Odachi Zanpakuto toward the Squad 6 shinigami's throat area, but not at his throat. His blade was more then long enough, and Satoshi was more then trained enough with it to swing it at great speeds and catch his opponent off guard with a blade tip to throat/chin.
Satoshi waited to see his opponents reaction..............before slamming his unused left hand into the hilt and swinging it downward across the right side (your right side, non-heart area. Non-fatal), in an attempt to make another gash.
"If you wish to call this a wound, you may." Senza responded as Satoshi walked towards him, "As for what is on my mind, nothing but the obstacle to my survival that is in front of me."
Taking a stance with Senza's left leg and arm in the lead, his right hand, which held the tonto in a reverse grip, was close to his chest. As the long blade came towards him, he braced his left arm for the impact as he used his sheath as a shield. While their physical strengths may be comparable, the added length and weight of the Odachi would increased the power of the impact when the sword hit the sheath of Senza's tonto.
Upon impact, Senza wouldn't attempt to push the blade away as he had been taught. Instead, he would let the sheath slide along the long blade as he moved towards Satoshi to slash the man's chest with his tonto. At the same time, Senza's right leg swung towards Satoshi's right knee. The leg strike was a two-part attack. Either the shin would strike the knee, or the foot would strike just the weak spot behind the knee causing the bracing Satoshi had set to support his weight and attack to fail for a moment.
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