Stride and Pride [Yori]

Yorishou was not sure how he had gotten to the training grounds from the barracks. He had just started walking, his paperwork from his first human world mission since the incident finally finished and his legs in dire need of a stretch. He supposed it was habit, during his punishment his only way of staying match fit had been the training grounds. He had had many good fights here, from young boys with far too much kido to 4th divisions with far too much ego. Good memories, and good
experiance. His feet had assumed thats where he wanted to go while his head was in its usual place in the clouds.

He had been thinking of that letter, that Stone Kings invitation. Yorishou had since waved it away under the assumption it was a prank or a test. But still, just could not shake the thought that it could be real. What if there was a group out there that could teach him the mastery of stone. He could plan it and get some provisions and maybe sneak out one nigh-NO! A voice shouted at him. He was not to break any more rules. His 11th side that yearned for battle was tired of the same rounds, it would never be shackled here again! Cutting that whole idea down.

Yorishou shook his head, he had been walking while daydreaming again, a dangerous thing to do. Especially in the training grounds his absent thinking had marched him straight into the center of. Who knows what psychos are lurking in here looking for a fight, and who knows what he could have walked into. Knowing his luck, some crazy kido girl was standing around here looking for a fight. But the chances of that were just ridiculous, he thought with a smile. Standing still and taking a long and deep breath to admire the moment. With any luck, he would never 'have' to fight here again.

He could have sensed her a mile off with that reiatsu. It flailed about like a drunk octopus, no control, no care. Most uncivilised. It was common practice to flex your stuff in the training grounds but this was just careless, he was unsure whether she was ignorant or arrogant. Maybe both. Maybe neither. In retrospect, his character gauging was terrible, so it was probably an entirely different reason. There he goes with the daydreaming again.

Her greeting took him a little off gaurd. It was rare to be hit on at all in the soul society, let alone in the training grounds. If she thought she could distract him mid fight with fliratation she really did not know who he was. Which became obvious, when she asked who he was. Girl 1, Yorishou 0. "Yorishou Kiyoshi, The Met-" he stammered, deciding to leave out the pomp of titles "-Man, the man of 11th division that I am in, as a man" ok, he may have been caught a lot of guard.

He coughed, folding his arms and standing a little straighter, pulled fully from his daydreams now and returned with a warm smile, he was not quite at flirty yet. But that did not mean he could not throw a cheesy chat up line out, he liked to test all new friends before the friend part, and her reply would say a lot about her character. "And you? How is it I do not know your name when every pathstone in seretei must beg your favour?" it might have been throwing it on too strong. Sure she was attractive, but this could backfire very fast if he was not carefull. He had simple chosen a chat up line to match her attitude so far, it meant nothing. Or so he hoped.

Yorkshou frowned, raising the forefinger of his right hand and turning to her, his mouth opening to say something. Then closing his mouth, and turning back, his left hand went to his hip and his right hands forefinger tapped his chin. She had him there. She had not asked for his name, and yet, like a presumptious moron, he had given it. And to make matters worse, he had looked like a presumptious moron in front of a Kõkan-kan. So now two squads are going to know he is a presumptious moron. Fantastic.

He talked, his finger coming off of his chin to emphasise each sentence, followed by a pause. "You are of course correct" "And I am of course, cute" he mulled this over. Starting to sway slightly as he thought, after a few seconds he turned to her and brought his right hand down to the hilt of his sword. He was not here to train, he knew very well he was not even in the mood for training. But she had a point. Even though it was his testostorone making a solid 60% of the point. There was no denying he was now interested in her, the level of which was uncertain. But he currently held a formal respect, even just in her job alone. He knew it was not easy, heck, the 11ths Kõkan-kan was just used to start fires with kido then made to fill out the fire report forms for hours of bullying fun.

He drew his zanpakutou, backing up as he did so. "Well as I so rudely interupted I think it is only polite I partake in your training Miss. Vårgen, its the least I can do." His smile was back now, for some reason. It was a slightly forced smile, he was not in a smiling mood, but to avoid offense or being misunderstood, he felt a smile was called for. Plus you never know, she might be decent. Maybe, if the charred and splintered remains of the target dummy behind her were anything to go by anyway. He coughed, taking up a simple sideways stance and levelling his blade straight at her around 10m away. "Hit me with your best shot" he goaded cheekily, with a concealed touch of fear for what could potentially come.

Yorishous opinion of her was growing, she seemed confident, not arrogant and polite as can be. This was good, he hated poor losers and bad winners, hopefully she would be balanced. He ferverently hoped those gauntlets were her zanpakutou. Possible a shikai form from the energy sparking off of her, but primarily, hopefully durable. Or this could hurt.

As her fist flew towards him, he started with a simple move to guage her ability, the shield was an interesting development, especially for a hado kido thing. His knowledge of them was very limited but what he had seen was generaly explosive or sharp, this was the first defensive type.

He moved to the right a little, his blade meeting the side of her hand and pushing it away with a weak hit but firm push. Putting his movement behind the push, his blade would slide down her gauntlet and try to attack where it ended. Not hard enough to sever the arm but contact would be made enough for a cut.

A nice move, quick thinking and if he was not so sharp it may have been the end of the fight. Grabbing the opponants sword was something he himself had done in the past to get someone close, never did he think someone else woukd have the same idea. But if that was indeed her zanpakutou he applauded her genius, it was a perfect weapon, especially with the zanpakutou durability.

He left a present on her right hand (1, III) where she had grabbed him, it was a trifle thing and he was yet to use it tactically. It was more of a...contingency plan, if things went wrong or he needed a dodgy escape. His blade would vanish (2) from her hand as her mouth was on the second word of her kidokukuku (stopping the kido), leaving it or himself there could do a world of hurt. But that was nothing compared to the damage a kido user could do if he gave her some space.

His blade immediatly flashed out again, morphing into a hammer (3) as soon as it left the sheath and crashing into her shield, which would hopefully be enough to break or damage it. Then 'stepping' backwards 2m to gain footing and situation. If it did nothing he could be in trouble, that was his strongest tech without releasing. Yorishou really hoped he would not be the first to release, even though there was no crowd this time, which was a nice change, this fight was going to a good place, and he did not want to ruin that by switching up a gear.

Techniques used:


(3)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.

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

(1, III) name: Wait for it...
class: Weapon skill
type: Offensive
range: 100m
tier: III
description: Striking the opponent, but dealing no damage or impact, this ability allows Yorishou to delay an attack for up to 3 posts. Weak attacks get upgraded to tier III, stated in posts if this is used. If any remain after this time then they are automatically activated all at once. Maximum of 5 hits can be saved at one time, no limit to activations per post, body, sword part or visibility. 

He was glad she had 'stepped' back, it meant she was on the same page as him in terms of having a break from the fight. It was good to have these moments, Yorishou hated constant up close fighting, he needed moments to relax and calm his mind. A moment to think and breath. She was probably using it as time to analyse his fighting ability or how strong he was. Kids these days.

"Not bad, I was lucky to have such a conveniant skillset there" he nodded in respect to her. It was not often he was fought equally, but her skills seem similar but different to his own, meaning...well meaning this could be fun.

He hit his hammer into the floor a few times "I am not even sure if this would have dented your shield there." holding it up and inspecting the head. "But it can make a nice deterent for most situations. People see a big weapon and assume it does a lot of damage, psychological warfare was not my intention but its nice when things work out." He figured this would be a kido fight, and not for the first time wondered if he should do something about that. It certainly needed to be thought about, long distance was to be the end of him.

"Oh for f---s s--- -o- ----- ---- ---- ------ ------ --" is all that could be heard from Yorishou over the sound of the dual kido charging towards him. As well as the noise from his own sneaky tactic he learnt a while ago. He had first used this during a fight with another kido user, and it was usefull then so why not now. The front kido had made him cocky, activating his Abyss Armour to tank it head on. However, it was not until he sensed the second one from behind, that he saw the prediciment he was in.

Charging his reiatsu into a tight stream and sending it into the ground on one point below him, he simply did what all shinigami with a strong enough reiatsu presense did, but this time not as a side effect. He released his reiatsu, letting it explode uncontrollably underneath him with seconds to spare. Earth exploding upwards and he fell into a crater of his own creation, the dirt not touching him due to Germaphobe Clause. As he fell, his back was struck, the tip of the kido from behind him striking his defensive. Sending him flying down into the crater faster than he intended, his legs tripping and chin slamming into the ground. The kido would turn to a magnificent wave of black marble that would surge over his body and fall around him, filling the crater with its peices. Though none hurting him.

He had no idea the names of the kido, or what they would do if they hit him. The blast of reiatsu certainly would not have effected them. However the blast the kido made when they struck eachother less than a meter above his head was something indeed. A rainbow and more of colour and light, a simaltanious tinkle and shatter of a thousand or more shards of black marble as the remains of the first kido hit the second. He could feel the power of the other kido, though it travelled overhead, the very sense of it sending a stinging pain down his back.

He took a second to breath, his head shaken, chin bleeding and eyes blurry. Yorishou waited for the floor to stop spinning, then stood as the dust and sand cleared. Smoke rose from his body, his burnt back unclenching but stinging as they hit the fresh air that swept into the aftermath. It seems that second kido had hit him more than he thought. He could sense her, standing there above her, probably smug. Maybe concerned? Arrogant? Overcome with hubris or holding back. Whatever the case he would not attack, fighting in the air made things...complicated. And he was not in the mood for complicated. He took off his shredded kimono, black trousers for the bottom but now topless, his muscles curled under his skin. "Are you holding back on me? Geez" putting a hand through the blood trimmed hole in the back of his kimono then throwing it to the side. He ran his left hand through his hair and kicked a peice of marble away from him. "I am not going to fight in the air, meet me on the ground or meet me in a restaurant." he threw in, veiling the intention to leave behind a joke.

He saw them too late, they struck through the smoke and had him before he had a chance to move more than an inch. Five beams of probably a binding kido wrapped around him and held him still. He could probably have found a way out but he was tired of this fight now and did not have the energy to resist.

He wriggled a little, then sighed, looking up at the girl with a not amused face on and one eyebrow arched as if to say 'really'. "If you are not going to fight on equal ground then I have no further interest in this spar I am afraid." he was saddened slightly by these events, he thought she could have had potentiol if she wasnt so...well rude. In a real fight he would not be so picky but in a spar he had no interest to remain if he had no interest in remaining.

He looked back down at his binds "The way I see it we have three options" Looking back up at her, and sighing again. Though this time to get the smoke and sandy air away from his face. "You can leave me tied up and stick holes in me with kido, which sounds like fun for the whole family. You can let me go, and we resume the fight on the ground. Or you let me go and I go and get a burger because to be honest I am a little hungry now." his voice contained no humour, slightly tired and full of what could only be described as non offensive patronisation.