Who says I'm not worthy.

A small boy walked passed as a few people injured with their swords in tatters were walking away when one of them recognised the small little bundle of no joy. The injured guys began making haste and one person about to enter for training saw the boy and just ran away. There were some who knew him from his academy days and a very very select few knew him from the kido corps. However there were also a few training ground regulars who had witnessed this small boy Aoi release a kido numbering in the forties. He was in an epic fight with the squid girl which was not really a caught on nickname but when your zanpakuto's main ability is using ink the first thing you think of is a squid. Then we have the girl who made people feel sick with her dangerous personality, though it was actually a deeper meaning or less deep depending on how you looked at it.

The people were backing away as he came to a training post and drew his short sword and cut off the head of the training post as he looked slightly disappointed. He had come for training but he damaged a lot of the training gear a few days ago, there was some strange guy standing around the same area as he looked to the man before yawning slightly. He rubbed his eyes and began to make his way back to headquarters walking rather slowly out of boredom.

The air around them changed as a beast had been awakened as he heard the words 'young boys' and the word 'stare'. The first thought to those who understood the situation was that the kid is about to make an explosion as they all began running away. Only a few strong people stayed behind, an old man who was basically just practicing basic two handed sword strike and two new guys who did not know better were sparring in the back ground using unskilled sword strikes to clash against one another. As the boy looked around he could not tell who it was, but a part of him felt like his time was being wasted as he looked at the four who remained.

That old man was usually at the training ground and normally said nothing at all like some kind of cutting robot, and the two knew guys were so busy clashing that it was clear they had no time to talk right now. He walked over to the left over guy as his reiatsu was tensing up as je stopped before the guy attacking a rock.

"Do you know who was staring at me?"

His reiatsu was denser right now as he seemed ready to do something at any moment. For outside training Aoi always wore the shino' academy beginner outfit modified slightly due to the number of times it had to be repaired.

"Not another one, how many more of you squad eleven rejects do I have to beat up"

He did not release his zanpakuto as he drew it out sighing, "A real shinigami does not simply show his release to a wild beast who can never understand it. At least that is one of the older guys said when I asked for a spar."

As he was done trash talking or truth saying he took a deep breathe then began by flash stepping back to a medium distance. He then held out his left hand and made a come on stance with his left hand beckoning him to bring it while the boy kept his right hand on his zanpakuto. To be honest all he needed was his left hand to fight this guy, or at least that is how he saw it since all these squad eleven guys ran head first into fights rather that thinking about it.

The day was ripe for another squad eleven training session, if he beat up anymore members from the eleventh barracks he might have to deal with some really troublesome people. He saw that one guy who looked like a girl crossed dressed as a man cross dressed as a girl. The chills as he began to wonder how this barbarian would react

The boy dashed backwards as the man approached as he made the words he needed. It was not a case of speed, even if running forwards is faster the time it takes to catch up was all the time he had ever needed. His opponent felt it important to talk and attack at the same time which probably made better sense then just standing there talking as the words that left the boy's mouth were.

"Hadō #48 Onkyō Shakkahō"

The boy's stance was holding his blade at an angle more horizontal then vertical with his right hand in order to block, parry or defend against any normal strikes. Meanwhile the left hand he would use to fire the kido was close to his chest in order to keep his blade further out so if the enemy went for his hand he could defend it. This kido was a bit over the top and was nearing the fifties as a large crimson flame blasted forth in a large area that would easily hit the enemy's face along with the rest of his body. This boy was known for his explosions but this was over the top as a large crimson flame would explode on the seen as some spectators would slap their foreheads.

His senses returned, he was disapointed to see kido again. Did this kid have no power himself? Was it all textbook kido, on the lines of his captain, by the words of his teachers and awe of his friends? It was sad to see such a talented kid go to waste on something that required no imagination.

The kido was fast, faster than he had seen before, but the fault with it, as they all had, is the words. It allowed an opponant to dodge almost before the kido has been fired. Not quite before. But those miliseconds added up, and as such Yorishou was already stepping to the side when it was fired. Turning mid-step and lunging out of it towards the boy.

"Huh" as his hands met thin air, the space where the boy had been devoid of him. A quick sensing told him he was not nearby as well, though that was not much to go by. Followed by a searching turn as he looked around confused. "Looks like I win then" he said glumly to himself, with a sigh. The boy probably got bored and went home. Yorishou turned, sheathing his sword and kicking dirt up towards the entrance, starting the walk back. Dust swirling around his feet but not gathering on his clothes.

It happened so fast, so suddenly and powerful. Yorishou was suprised the boy had been alive so long with suicidal tactics like that. The surge of power was his only sign of what was to come. It was only by pure luck that he moved first to the right, going to turn around.

The boys blade would slid through his kimono, coming out in the space between his hip and arm. Which, as he thought about it, would probably have thrown the boys balance off a little as it had met no resistance. His eyes widened, thanking the god of whoever just stopped him getting skewered. The, he assumed a kido, burst from behind him. A stinging sensation and a mighty explosion engulfed him.

Yorishou went flying forwards, the clothes and some of the skin on his back in tatters, heavy burns as well. 20ft into the air at least then back down into the dirt. His body slumped in the grass, trying desperatly to move, his ears ringing, eyes blurry and blood everywhere. His body soon cleaned up but the wounds were still there. He could only imagine how the boy had faired, taking a hit like that to the face. Or at least he would do when the ground stopped spinning and the nausua settled.

(To clarify, the explosion dealt tier IV damage to yorishou's back, his soul resiliance high enough to stop it piercing his body, however still inflicting heavy wounds. However, your kido is at advanced, and your soul resil is at aa, meaning your offensive is higher than your defensive. Making the tier IV to essentially a tier V, which just exploded point blank in your face.)

Yorishou stumbled to his feet, uneasy at first but quickly gaining his footing. Adrenaline fighting his trauma for control, the adrenaline winning over easily when his resolve had settled on the fight. His eyes came into focus as the last of the fire died away. He left his sword on the ground, it had fallen out from the landing.

It had been a spectacular explosion, a glance to the crowd told him that. A few thumbs up in support were sent his way, but e knew they did not really care, they just wanted to entertainment to continue.

Fine, he thought, if the kid wanted to play dirty, he could play dirty. One foot in front of the other, arching his back and walking towards the boy. Raising his head, he called out "I must congradulate you on a tactic well executed" putting his hand near his sheat, pulling back the kimono. It would show, if the boy had no already noticed, he no longer had his sword.

He walked casually, relaxed as though he had come over to discuss something. When three meters away, he would 'step' towards the boy, turning twice mid step and appearing behind him. His sword flashed out from under his kimono, slashing the boy from bottom left to top right. The "wait for it..." mark on the boys sword would be used as he came out behind the boy from the step, knocking the boys sword to the boys left with tier III force. Yorishous sword becoming a hammer at the end of the slash, and dropping down into his legs. This would curve backwards and up, sending the boy flying upwards assuming his legs collapse out. If the legs do not collapse then the kneecaps break.

Techniques used:

name: The Bone Breaker
class: Weapon skill
type: Offensive
range: Close
tier: III
description: Using this ability shrouds the users sword in a giant reiatsu hammer which is 7ft long from the sword handle with a 3ft barrel head. This weighs the same as the sword to the user, does tier III blunt, brute force damage and weighs 280lbs to the points of impact. Lasts 6 posts.

name: Recall
class: Weapon skill
type: Supplementary
range: 200m
tier: I
description: Using this ability returns the users sword to its sheath instantly.

"How could I? If you want to play dirty kid I can play that all day long" His sword faded back into a sword. Levelling it at his eye line "If you want to play with the big boys, fighting in release is a start" he twirled his sword from side to side.

"I stand as a stone in the wake of the mountain, Valkyrie" His reiatsu burst downwards, making a crater around his body and sending stones and dirt flying. His kimono ripped into confetti as red armour crept up his arm, falling around him, he flicked the sword to the side. It had grown in size and shape, and Yorishous clothes had also changed to a grey theme with a long scarf.

He smiled, looking the boy in the eye and sending his reiatsu pressure charging forwards to meet his. "Now, show me what you got" he and his zanpakutou spirit said at the same time. To cheers from the onlooking crowd. His arms open wide, inviting his opponant to the first strike.