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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Feb 23, 2017 6:53:58 GMT
People lacked understanding within themselves often choosing unsavory experiences. They were molded into disgusting people who held no true heart in their thoughts and actions, acting more like beasts who acted on experience rather than understanding through their own soul. Long hair fluttered from powerful dusty winds. Heat bore down as though punishing long dead dry land and creatures. Alone she stood with only herself to talk with, body shook with pained sweat coming down her face. The single blade held in right hand was loosely held as she wondered if there was a flaw in people’s code. She breathed heavily, having taken in knowledge that scared Misato. Normally one to be excited by learning new techniques the horror Misato witnessed within herself should not exist. Though having such an ability should make since for someone who lived her life by the blade, seeing herself as a blade too. Taking in a deep breath Misato closed her eyes while tilting her head back. Hair covering face dropped backwards across shoulders. “This power, this power is terrifying but I adore it.” So this is the power called Bankai. She thought, speaking no further words. Misato had actually obtained something that should not be.
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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Feb 23, 2017 6:54:08 GMT
However, Misato’s excitement had stirred; not taking overconfidence but, instead, taking it as part of herself. If Misato could slice concepts themselves away then she was going to certainly embrace it in full. Her right foot barely moved sending her body flying forwards. In less than a week’s time she had obtained so much understanding of her soul’s sword. The enhanced speed allowed by her compressed power excelled her forwards while Misato trying for maintaining control over this speed. Weight was pulled down onto her left foot, heel going into ground as she turned appearing behind the mental image of an enemy. With blade she stabbed once behind her, between left side and arm. Carefully Misato utilized an embraced flow like water while moving. She needed to keep her posture light rather than heavy, loose rather than tight. Each movement must be made with caution while feeling free so she could move much like wind spirits. Misato embraced that aspect, utilizing Flash Step once again coming out of a spiraling rotation. Her movements were good but still not right. She needed to have more finesse, to empty her mind of thought and worry. Just like the wind itself.
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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Feb 23, 2017 6:54:24 GMT
Wind moved how it pleased, and so too would Misato and so too could Misato. From point A to Point B, then to Point C by skipping point B. She needed to vanish, be faster than possible. She came out landing on her left hand while utilizing her manipulation over her own hair to balance herself. She poof it out some aiding in moving her weight distribution around properly. Misato then pushed off landing on right foot in a spiral, pushing off she left a large crater where she was then appeared atop of a large lane mass that was a large rock. Pushing off once again Misato took in a deep breath and sliced it apart in one slash. Pushing off the sliced rock Misato then sliced it into hundreds of pieces, then used each piece as a platform aiding her in a zigzag motion from point to point, from rock to rock. Eventually she came down to the ground far before any piece hit the ground. It was as though she was moving in a different space in time all together. As the rocks feel Misato took hilt in both hands then began slicing from left down right up, all across turning the fallen bolder into nothing more than a dust cloud.
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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Feb 23, 2017 6:54:56 GMT
Bit by bit Misato moved, taking herself in stride. She needed to keep herself tame, to remain calm in situations when moving in high end combat. Misato was quick but speed was not everything in battle. She needed and would use her sword skills mixed with her martial arts; this was Misato’s way. Flexibility in battle while keeping some sort of form without form. This was a basic teaching in Wushu, Chinese martial arts that she took into her own Japanese style combat mixed with American boxing. She pivoted like the Deptsy Roll in boxing, moving her top body from hips up. She slashed with both hands but not wildly. Pushing off she Flash Stepped backwards and ended up into the air where she created her own platform much like she could in the World of the Living. Taking another breath she pushed off and rocketed downwards not creating a large hole as many would. Her landing was soft and pristine, light and fast but not heavy and sluggish. Misato took a stand and smiled faintly. Things were looking up for the woman, most definitely so. Thus far things were going well, but she still had some ways to go.
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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Feb 23, 2017 6:55:20 GMT
Things were going great for the female. She kept her Bankai activated in hopes of furthering her endurance. She needed that in order to last longer during a fight. By pushing the limits of her mind and body without thinking much Misato could get more comfortable with the current form. If Misato were to get more comfortable with her current form she would be fantastic in battle. She would get stronger and last longer. If she could she would adore someday fighting Kenpachi and some of the other Captains in a fight without rules. Well, without killing one another would be nice but there were things that could be dealt with. Supposedly Kenpachi had no Bankai not even Shikai. His strength was amazing and she felt it before but never by crossing blades. Her strength currently would hardly get his attention but if she were to continue pushing then she surely most certainly could. She took in another deep breath then pushed off from where she stood. Misato slid across the wasteland in a zigzag motion, stopping bit by bit, taking time to keep herself balanced and making sure her movements were pristine without lacking in the slightest. The length of her hair, her robes, her blade. How tall she was and weighed and how much force needed to do movement, she took it all in.
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