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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 22:57:28 GMT

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There have been many stories of Warriors who have trained with great teachers to become the best there has ever been. Or perhaps you'd prefer stories about how a weak man kills a strong demon and is granted the power of a god. But the story of Satoshi Yamada is not going to be forged soley on what he did to do the things he wished to do, it will be about how he did it. And like any other good practitioner of combat will have blood on their knuckles, blisters on their feet, sweat in their eye, and heat strokes from exhaustion. But no matter what the cost of gaining the strength you need, you must also push yourself to your limits. It's the only way for anyone to achieve what the wish. Good or evil, chaotic or full of order, it is the unmistakable truth that no matter how you achieved your goals, you pushed yourself. And no matter how your opinion differs from others, you cannot disagree that sometimes the best way to learn is through the hard way. Because the strongest steel can only be forged in the heart of all fires.

And thusly, the strongest man must be put to the strongest test. And that is where Satoshi Yamada is going to strive. No, not strive. The machiavellian shinigami is going to set down his mindset, his ego, his obstacles. He will push aside all to not only strive, but dominate. The stones on the ground had kicked up as Satoshi had taken long strides from his quarters towards the training grounds. With each kick of his feet as he took a step, they touched his long black and white cloak, which almost kicks it up dramatically. However, it is personally customized to be far away enough from the ground to not collect dirt. Satoshi had taken a left into another long corridor, only to continue his daily brooding, each step like adding a weight to his very heavy thoughts of his past events. Satoshi was so deep in thought he had almost missed the door to the training ground areas. Satoshi had opened the large doors coverinng the massive hole in the wall dividing the training ground from the rest of the Soul Society.

As the doors had swung open, he took the foot step and noticed the difference in terrain almost instantly. The ground difference between the normal areas and the training grounds were quite different. As the other parts of the Soul Society were quite smooth and refined, this was a lot different. The ground in this area was a lot more rough in terms of its texture, and a lot dirtier. Satoshi's guess what that this place got dirty so much, cleanings of the training grounds happened a lot less frequently. The man's cloak had shifted and wavered as the Shinigami's left foot had kicked up after pushing forward, flicking the cloak upward dramatically as he shut the training doors behind him. Satoshi's attention shifted toward a sufficient area as to which Satoshi could train the majority of his skills.

"You say we are so very different.....And yet, here are are......negotiating like proper psychopaths."

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 22:58:19 GMT

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Post by Satoshi on Sept 9, 2016 22:58:19 GMT

He had wanted very much to improve more then just one subject by the time he left. He had planned to push himself to his very limits, and he did not plan on slacking on that promise, as Satoshi had wished for honest progress, as is the only way to dominate in this era. Satoshi'd body had flickered and died as he had vanished, leaving behind a small tornado of dust in his dissipearence. The man had appeared roughly 20 meters away, in a rather plain training area. In Satoshi's focus, he had noticed six training dummy's with targets on them, and a wall covered with blackened targets. He could easily infer that people had been training in the use of Kido techniques on this wall, and was surprised there was even a wall in the first place. Satoshi had walked up briskly to the wall and placed his hand on the targets. There was no mistaking, it's seki seki. Satoshi, pleased with this confirmation, turned around and stared his training ara down one last time, before lowering his head.

It was time to start his training. Satoshi's hands instantly moved for the latch of his long coat, which also served as a centerpiece. He clicked a button and unlatched his cloak, letting it fall to the ground to reveal a traditional Shinigami Shihakusho with sleeves that reached almost to his wrist. Satoshi had taken a deep sigh, as he knew exactly what was ahead for him....nothing but pain. Satoshi then untied the bondage that held together his Kimono and he let it fall, leaving only pants and his bare torso. Satoshi was semi-slender man. It was clear he had a strong foundation for muscle but no clear training to add on to it, and his intentions were to change that.

"THUD"

Satoshi had heard a noise from a seperate training ground. "THUD" "THUD THUD THUD THUD-THTHTHTHTHHUD" He had heard repeated strikes of what sounded either like wood on wood or bone on wood. Satoshi was intrigued by this, and so he looked at his clothes on the ground, disappointed he had to put them there in the first place. He slowly bent his knees as to acquire his garments back, and as he did, he threw them over his shoulder and Shunpo'd into the Dojo. Satoshi, seeing no one in there, decided to just sense his spiritual pressure, which most likely he should of done from the start. Satoshi had simply tense his face as to focus, but no signature. How was it possible this person had no trace of spiritual energy? Satoshi began walking to the source of the noise, the sound of impact echoeing through even the floors of the Dojo. As Satoshi had slid the door open, he had seen a middle-old aged muscular man from the back. He had mostly black hair with two streaks running through the left side of his hair, and a full bear that was patchy on random spots with grey. His eyes were blue and he wore an identical Shihakuso as Satoshi. As soon as he saw the old man, he was astonished by how healthy he looked. Being Shinigami, they had no real sense of keeping health, but this man looked as if he could lift the Soul Society himself, yet shorter then Satoshi. As soon as Satoshi had even touched the door, he noticed the sound stopped. To Satoshi, this must indicate he had a very keen sense of hearing.

"You say we are so very different.....And yet, here are are......negotiating like proper psychopaths."

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 22:58:47 GMT

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Post by Satoshi on Sept 9, 2016 22:58:47 GMT

"Don't be shy, snake boy. Slither forth."

Satoshi's face slightly cringed with the clear mockery. Satoshi's hands had almost twitched toward going toward his blade, but his had known better. This man's spiritual pressure was nowhere to be sensed, even within his presence, and yet the way he presented himself clearly seemed to be that of a captain. The man's Zanpakuto had a red handle, along with a square and tan guard on it. The scabbard itself was black, it looked mostly plain. Satoshi had stepped down from atop the dojo's slightly raised floor and said,

"Identify yourself.", Blurted Satoshi

"Mashida Oshitekken", Stated the stranger

"Your real name, please."

"...Heh, Durendal Mitsugi. How did you know?"

"You couldn't fool a hollow with that name."

Durendal had chuckled at this statement and looked up at Satoshi instead of just looking grim constantly.

"What is your purpose here, Satoshi?"

"How did yo---??!?"

"--Doesn't matter. My reasons for knowing your name I would prefer to keep to myself. Now speak."

"Watch your tongue, Durendal. For fear of losing it. And I'm here to train, what else?"

"You'd be surprised. And how do you expect to train with no trainer?"

"Improvise. Martial art master's had to start somewhere."

Durendal shook his head, as if shamed in Satoshi's answer.

"It is obvious your skills are in need of ho-"

"And who's to say it is not YOUR skills that need honing, old man?"

As that happened, a clump of Satoshi's hair floated downn like a field of feathers, almost covering Durendels large smirk as his blade had finished being sheathed. Satoshi's face had remain emotionless throughout the entire confrontation, but he would be a fool to admit he was not at least surprised at the speed.

"Interesting. I'd accept your offer on the chance that you know what you're doing."

"Don't question me, or maybe instead of leaving this place improved, you won't leave it at all..."

"Something we share in comm-"

"-Hmm?"

"Love the hair"

"That's what I thought."

The older Shinigami had told Satoshi that he was going to teach him in a few basics of Taekwondo to start off, as it is a very easy hand to handle style to learn for beginners. Satoshi was about to copy the punch Durendal raised his right hand to silence his action...

"Ah ah, slow down. Every strong bridge must first start with the foundation, the basics."

Durendal had then pointed toward an extremely thick tree growing on the edge of the training grounds. Satoshi knew exactly what that meant, the man had wanted him to punch the tree. Satoshi sighed and dropped his items once more and paced toward the tree. As he arrived, he had gotten in a much sloppier verison of Durendal's Taekwondo stance.

"STRIKE!" Durendal screamed

Satoshi sent a right straight fist for the tree, and it he hit it with an anticlimactic, "thud". Satoshi's fist had a streak of pain in his knuckles, but it quickly went away as Satoshi's focused has shifted to Durendal laughing.

"I never knew my punches could make someone laugh."

"Wh-whew. I-whew. Sorry, fun for an old man. We start with excercises of course. You could sit there for ten days and punch and learn nothing. I thought you would of seen past that."

Satoshi looked away and cringed slightly in emberassment of his mental defeat. The old man removed the tops of his robes to reveal a scarred and tanned body. He had then dropped his Zanpakuto and said,

"I shall join you in the foundation training to make sure you're doing it right. Sento Kaishin!"

Last Edit: Sept 9, 2016 23:01:32 GMT by Satoshi

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 22:59:09 GMT

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Post by Satoshi on Sept 9, 2016 22:59:09 GMT

"Hmph, not a bad refreshing warm-up."

Satoshi had practically collapsed as he had stopped, leaning against the tree he initially thought he had to train on. His hands on his knees, he looked at the man who seemed virtually undrained. Satoshi was astonished of the mans amazing durability. The man had shot Satoshi a quick look and said

"Take a breather for a few minutes, then we will conntinue."

Satoshi had no complaints. This is what he had signed up for, and it is what he had planned to carry through. Although, Satoshi didn't trust this man, as he somehow new his identity with no prior experience with him, so he was always sure to keep an eye out for any weird movements or looks he might make througout the training. Satoshi had managed to find a water supply near the Dojo, and had drank enough to fuel three other Shinigami. Satoshi had then walked over and gotten into position next to the old man, who seemed to meditating while standing up.

"Did you fall asleep or get a heart attack?"

"Neither, Im remembering when you thought you had to punch a tree." The man laughed out loud in clear mockery.

"The tree has a message."

Satoshi had slid his right foot back as he tried a basic punch as Durendal had showed him, and sent it straight for his face. Durendal smirked in triumph, and moved his head out of the way of the punch....But then...He moved hid head back in the way, and STILL had somehow managed to catch the punch with his right pinky finger. Satoshi's fist was sent back at least two feet, and the knuckle that came into contact with the punch had stung a slight amount.

"Nice form. Quite a quick learner you are, kid. Let us resume."

Sastoshi shaken off his quick burst of anger, and took a deep breath as he ran after the old man who was already to the opposing wall. It was obvious the Old man was making them pick up the pace. Satoshi shook his head and then began jogging again. Hours passed, and Satoshi had tripped over objects, passed out from exhaustion, sweat covered, he had to be brought into the Dojo and given water and air by Durendal. He had seen Durendal standing over him, who had asked him if he wanted to take the rest of the day off and start again tomorrow. Satoshi had shaken his head and took Durendal's hand when he had offered it up to him after Satoshi refused. He took his hand, and with apparent ease he had been plucked from the ground like a feather from the sky. Satoshi had taken another breather before continuing on. Night had begun to fall when they had finally stopped with the jogging, cooling the airs. Satoshi had sat on the steps of the Dojo and looked up at the sky, watching the Dusk come forth into the territory of the skies. Satoshi had been sent forward when he had a hand clap his back, he rolled down the steps as the old man chuckled and set down where Satoshi was previously resting.

Last Edit: Sept 9, 2016 23:01:49 GMT by Satoshi

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 22:59:39 GMT

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Post by Satoshi on Sept 9, 2016 22:59:39 GMT

Durendal had then gained a serious look and looked down at Satoshi. "You should focus on connecting with your Zanpakuto on such a peaceful night like this. After you are finished communning with your Zanpakuto, we will begin with strength training. The following day, we will focus on speed training. And then rotate right back into todays stamina training. You'll be here for quite some time, get used to it. I've talked to some inside people, and they'll excuse your dissipearence from duties for up to a month while we train. Understood?"

"Yes. However, I'm puzzled as to how you managed to acquire enough strings between your fingers to actually pull on them."

"Could you translate that for me?" Durendal asked, obviously puzzled.

"How exactly did you cover for me for such a long period of time?"

"Oh please, you think the Soul society can't handle patrol duties without you? Get over it."

"My my, such a mouth on you. Why help me if you have such an attitude toward me."

"I don't really have a choice. Your such a hopeless case that I thought I might intervene in your pathetic attempts to become stronger."

"You're the one who said that my punch was solid."

"Yet, it was stopped with a single appendage. Solid stance does not a punch make, kid."

"Heh...Tsk tsk" He sighed

Satoshi had then rised from his grounded seating and walked toward his Zanpakuto, where he picked it up and paced back to the steps. Durendal told him to keep his cloak off to know how to regulate body eat easier. Satoshi wanted to become better at combat, not learning how to control basic body functions. He shook his head and decided it might be benificial anyway to keep it off. The old man had sat on the steps meditating with his Zanpakuto, most likely showing Satoshi how to do it whilst doing it himself as he said he was going to. Satoshi had sat down on the ground, roughly 10 feet across from the steps where the old man was sitting in an indian sitting meditative way. However, Satoshi didn't need him to show him how to talk to Kiyomemasu, as he was quite familiar with it. Satoshi had then sat in an identical position with his sword layed across his lap similarly. After an hour of sitting in silence and meditation, Satoshi found his head spinning for a brief instant, but then found himself standing in an a plain of internet staircases going at an angle for what seems like an eternity. Satoshi had then turned around to see Kiyomemasu sitting atop his upward standing scythe, picking his teeth.

"I was wondering when you were going to visit. I was starting to get worried." Kiyomemasu flicked something out of his teeth, how he flicked something out of his teeth he had no idea. He was a Zanpakuto spirit.

"You say we are so very different.....And yet, here are are......negotiating like proper psychopaths."

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 23:00:26 GMT

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"I was busy tr-"

"No shit, I can see everything you do. You still have much to learn."

"Such unqualified condescension."

"Hardly."

Both Satoshi and Kiyomemasu smirked. Kiyomemasu jumped down from the Scythe form that Kiyomemasu would normally take, and the scythe stayed standing up. Kiyomemasu and Satoshi bowed toward eachother.

"Shall we commence?"

"Of course....Singe, Kiyomemasu."

Satoshi had slammed his right hand on the hilt of his Odachi, and drew it as static charges encircles the entire sword at the same time it was being drawn. When a full draw was achieved Satoshi had begun twirling the impossibly large sword in his hand, until it started spinning fast, with an outline of electricity circling it. In a instant, Satoshi slashed down the sword and a huge wave of oxidized air rushed forth, as Satoshi's Odachi flashed as if lightning stuck it, and in an instant, Satoshi was holding a pulsating long red scythe that was triple bladed, exactly identical to Kiyomemasu's scythe. Both of them nodded as they charged forth and begun sparring with the Scythe. Zanpakuto and Shinigami clashed with no abiility, only skill of the scythe back and forth as electricity flew and steps had been crumbled away just by impacts and ionic pulses colliding together. From far away, it would appear as if two indivuals were fighting in a large ball of electricity. Kiyomemasu saw that Satoshi had dodged a head strike, and was whipping the scythes metal cord toward his legs. Satoshi smirked and did a solid jump into the air about four feet and brought his Scythe toward the arm that had swung the cord.

The shinigami had seen this coming, but not fast enough as Kiyomemasu extended the blades using hidden cables that the blades were attatched to. A blade struck Satoshi's upper arm and he twirled out of the way, whilst doing a counter attack within his spin, but Kiyomemasu tossed up his Zanpakuto and grabbed the cable that followed it, and he blocked the strike with the cable. Kiyomemasu had wrapped the blade in the cord and yanked Satoshi but Satoshi had also extended the blades with the same cables, and made the blades wrap around the opposing Scythe's cable, and he had reverse pulled Kiyomemasu, and he had came flying as Satoshi sent a kick to his face at the same time.

Kiyomemasu caught a solid foot to the face and sent him sprawling down the endless flight of steps. Kiyomemasu and Satoshi retracted their blades, but Kiyomemasu slammed his scythe into the ground and held on to it to keep from falling down any further. Satoshi then shunpo'd toward him and attempted to catch him off guard with a back strike, but Kiyomemasu knew him too well. The Scythe was embedded, but the cord wasn't. Kiyomemasu had sent the cord toward Satoshi's stomach like a whip, but Satoshi endured it to continue the strike to Kiyomemasu's legs. One of the legs had been hit at the same time Kiyomemasu had managed to yank the sword from its stoney hold and swung it at Satoshi's face to no avail, as Satoshi was out of reach. The two went at it back and forth, no end to the constant combat.

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 23:00:42 GMT

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Neither of them had gotten particularly tired as it was both their world. Both Satoshi and Kiyomemasu kneeled down in a pool of blood as they had looked at eachother with evil smirks. They had both had loved a good fight, the had both thought that killing was a beautiful moment, where you had the option to claim the life of someone who who equal to you. Everyone was equal to Satoshi in his eyes, being stronger or weaker. He had viewed them all as his puppets, the backs on which he steps to reach his goals. 7 hours have passed, meaning a lot more time had passed in the world, as time had worked different there. Satoshi opened his eyes to see the Old man was no longer in his sight, and light was still in the sky.

No...light was coming back into the sky. Satoshi had been sitting in the dirt so long he had caused a huge indent in the ground around him. Lines streaked off of the indent Satosh was sitting on, indicating his spiritual energy flared up while he was training. Satoshi touched where he had been cut in the world, and pain shout through his entire body for a brief instant when he touched it, but quickly faded. His brain had believed he had actually been struck and caused him slight skin damage and pain. An interesting concept that Satoshi was keen to learn more about when he had the time to do it in the first place. Satoshi had then seen that the man was training behind him with his own sword, cutting the tiny leaves he had tossed in the air unnaturally high, as leaves had a high wind resistance and couldn't be thrown far without simply going back into its normal "gliding" patterns.

However he pushed it up with a single finger and the leaf blade had been sent up in the air. As it had done this, it had gently began to float back from the heavens, and Durendal had then closed his eyes and spun around 20 times very quicly before the leaf was within cutting distance. One final time, he spin around keeping his eyes closed and the leaf was in two. Satoshi's eyes widened slightly, as he had not seen the man draw his sword. The man saw Satoshi and fixed his posture from a fighting stance, whilst sheathing his sword.

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Easy? No, worth it. Sept 9, 2016 23:00:54 GMT

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Post by Satoshi on Sept 9, 2016 23:00:54 GMT

"My my, you flared up quite a bit last night. I had to put a barrier around you so that you wouldn't attract unwanted attention. Try to keep the internal battles scaled down next time. How was it?"

"Lovely. How about you and your valentine?" Satoshi laughed to himself, as he thought he was pretty clever for making an allusion to a human holiday.

"I told my Zanpakuto about how you tried to punch a bloody tree." He chuckled and turned around to look at the leaf on the ground, and smiled in accomplishment.

"That's a faulty statement, your Zanpakato see's everything you do."

"Well, it seems you don't need me if you know such secret information." The old man shot Satoshi a mocking look.

"Shh, don't tell anyone else or I might have to kill you."

Durendal chuckled and said "Alright, now that we have our ego's drained, we shall begin with some basic Strength and accuracy training." Satoshi yelped in slight pain as he was hit in the wrist with a whip-like stick for doing a push-up wrong. Satoshi kept up the basic pushups over and over and over for hours, marks up and down Satoshi's arm. As Satoshi had begun in improving in his push-up speed, Durendal had forced Satoshi to clap every time he pushed up, and made sure it was a high enough clap by swinging the stick two feet high in the air.

Every muscle in Satoshi's body had burned from exhaustion as had completed his final pushup, adding up to a total of five thousand. It was the middle of the day when he had completed all of his pushups. Satoshi could not move his arms, and his shoulders had felt like he had taken on the role of Atlas for an hour. But Durendal would not let Satoshi let up. Durendal decided to let his arms rest by doing sit ups. However, Durendal had put a knife under Satoshi's back to keep him from touching the ground when he goes back down for a sit-up, as increasing muscle strain was exactly what was required in order to build muscles, as muscles could only be built when broken down. That was the Master's plan, to build Satoshi all the way down, and then let him rebuild himself into something even greater then he was before.

After the muscles in Satoshi's body couldn't handle anymore, it was finally revealed that Durendal was more of a healer then a fighter, as only thirty minutes after ripping all his muscles apart, they had seem to be rebuilding themselves as the Master had put his hand on Satoshi's back. They were, of course, sore but hardly hurt as bad as they were.

" I think this session will do for now, Satoshi. I am glad we have met."

Satoshi turned his head around and looked at the man with intent. "Sure...."

And with that, the man had walked off.

"You say we are so very different.....And yet, here are are......negotiating like proper psychopaths."

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