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You didn't really know hand-pain all too well until it felt like there were more splinters in it then actual flesh. The Vizard had grown restless from his days of study and travel across the Human world. He had come to meet many people along the way, and even more who weren't necessarily 'people'. From heartless beasts known as Hollow's, to tainted soul's known as Fullbringers. All the way down to people who appeared to have no trace of a soul at all, Bounts. Of course he had met people of his own kind along the way but they were pretty much expected. What he had never would have guessed was that there we so many more races then his knowledge would have ever imagined. So many possibilities had grown just from the hindsight of knowing what he might have to face in the future, or even ally with. Restlessness had always grown into the passion to do something about it, for him. Boredom was quite different for him as he felt bored a good majority of the time. But being so unable to think of anything to do to the point where you feel like beating up a wall just for beating a wall, he decided to do just that. Well, so to speak.
Satoshi was utilizing his extended knowledge of hand to hand drills to build upon the basic foundational techniques of what he already had acquired. Recently he had come to learn Bok-Fu in a human dojo while parading around his Gigai, which is honestly a pretty damn entertaining thing to use. Especially if you were into human culture at all, which he was. It was very saddening to him that the race as a whole was unbelievably incompatible, yet they have survived with such a serene environment after endless battles from countless generations. Blood had been spilled, explosions had occurred, and leader's have died. But after all of that they had still managed to find themselves progressing ever so slowly. He had a feeling people could learn a thing or two from them, but they were by far a perfect race. Or even an efficient one for that matter. Regardless, this was one tough tree.
Hours of beating his body against a tree had proven slow but useful results in terms of turning his skin into a weapon. During his time in the Soul Society, Satoshi had seen all kinds of different aspects of combat skills. These individuals with increases abilities had put them in far bigger leagues then anyone else that resides within the world. Captain's and Arrancar's alike had power that made other's seem like absolute trash in comparison. This is the very reason that he had decided to train in the first place. He had began with a simple goal that grew as time when on, but his motivation grew stronger as he realized that his strength wasn't near the capacity it needed to be in order to progress.
The tree he was training on happened to be a dark-oak, remarkably well known (at least in tree standards) for being on of the toughest species in terms of tensile strength and even density. Even smaller pieces of wood tended to be on the thick and heavier side with the trade-off that it didn't usually break without someone trying to break it. It was a preferred choice when he didn't have any actual tools of martial arts to train with, or any machine that allowed to passively increase skin strength..ha. But alas those things were limited when you are an outcast, so his best and only choice to progress is the old-fashion cold turkey. Hitting something hard over and over.
His hands were covered in dried blood from earlier sessions of the same routine, and new blood from the re-opening of old wounds. New cuts and bruises were still being made as well, every open part of his skin being covered with markings that would seem strange and weirdly differentiated. Usually after an hour of constant mind and body-breaking training, the Vizard sat on the tree's thick branches and watched nature do its thing. He couldn't help but be a little befuddled with a saying.. Because in all of his psychopathic thoughts, its the only one that seems to bring philosophical clarity to his head. The one all-powerful yet peaceful thing about nature, is that it's the one thing in existance never in a hurry.. That always pulls ahead. When he picked the phrase up, he spent days of thought and study to form his plan into a new concept based around that idea. A lot of people including himself could learn a few things from something like that.
His years of progression will come to take on the knowledge he has acquired, applying different perspectives and aspects of life to his own agenda that would allow the most efficient way to go about his goals. Preferably without making so many rival-like relationships that people seemed to be fond of having. The was one of the only fast-tracks to getting put down for good. Anyone with the experience of knowing how the game is played knows that it's played any damn way people want to play it until people stop them. If there was ever a relative goal that allowed people to group up instead of just fight, it would be revolutionary. Of course, you can never climb a mountain top without people looking to pull you down when you get there. You just don't get to do it. Someone always comes along who wants to be the bigger and badder hero or villain of the story so they can conclude it in their own special terms. Satoshi was done with simple theory's of change.
Endless drills ended the same way..endlessly. It came to no conclusion what so ever. His ability to take a beating a seemed to a conclusive halt, as if his body had given up hope of becoming stronger. But he had seen it happen before, and there was no damn way he was going to allow himself that people besides him just had a natural talent for being stronger then him. If anything, he planned on being strong enough to handle anyone he needed to when the time came. His power came from a higher motive then just having it. He had to believe there was a possibility for change. It was the only thing that kept him driving his mind into the destructive depths of insanity. His mind was quite the box of Pandora, and he intended to keep it shut until he had the power to extinguish all the evil until nothing but hope remained. But there was no foreseeable light on the end of that tunnel. Not yet anyway, because much to his lack of actual experience with the matters, he knew there was nothing that was going to stop him from achieving what he had to.
And what he had to do, he knew was always going to be an inevitable step above what he did the time before that, and the time before that. The Vizard had dropped to his knees to get ready for a set of push-ups.
'Stronger...Things will Burn." He repeated to himself.
His goal was never in eye-sight, but it didn't have to be. It was one of those things where human's didn't have to see their God to know it existed. He knew his goal was already achieved, he just had to catch up to the future. Propping his legs up from the ground while planting both of his fists onto the rough patches of dirt and brush, his muscles began burning even greater as he surged his body weight up and down repeatedly. Every time he completed two full reps of the workout, he pushed himself off the Earth to strike the tree in mid-air/rep. With each use of his joints and muscles to shove himself upward to hit the trunk that was before him, fists of dried blood hit the ground again to push him back down. Blood of the former Shinigami had begun pooling below his fists and torso. But this man was never going to shed a tear from pain again.
Not like he once did. There was a time when the only thing the man could produce were tears. The loss of the only thing he could call home had enveloped his being. But when something out of darkness is born, it becomes the darkness. This is when the person who was born in the dark becomes molded by it, shaped by it. Little does anyone know that agents of shadow are the true bringer's of light. For there cannot be shade without the casting of light. One cannot exist without the other.
But that doesn't mean he couldn't feel it.
"GRUHAAAH" A shaky, half-baked surge of energy was put into his workout arm sets, and a sharp pain sped up both of his forearms, into his shoulders and back, radiating into the rest of his body. 'Was this my limit? Was this as far as 'God' will let me go? I don't understand...Why would anyone put someone in these world's with the purpose of changing them, but the lack of power to do it? It was just too cruel..'
This is why he had decided never to conform to anything besides himself. No one had ever cared for him and he had never cared for anyone. The feeling had always been mutual to him, lacking any other type of true expression of kindness. He had no sense of true empathy, being the one thing he lacked to be a caring man. He hoped that one day he would want this empathy, but he can't say he feels a necessity for it. Especially since it seems to push certain people into their own bliss of ignorance. But there was no trying to hide the millions of pain signals his body was sending to his brain as he continued to push himself. His fists surged with adrenaline and pure will as his body fought against his mind.
His very muscles and nerves urged him to stop so his training didn't end up shredding himself to pieces. But he couldn't listen to any of the calls he had heard... He had to make them all as distant as possible. For he had a goal to reach, and no man with a strong passion had ever given up just because he felt the desire to 'call it a day'. It was the power to keep moving beyond that limit that had always separated the strong from the weak. The frightened from the bold. The yin from the yang. It was to Satoshi's understanding that sometimes one was more necessary then the other. He knew deep inside that simply wasn't enough...He'd have to push this to a new level. When one had felt a certain level of 'mastery', they had felt at peace... Yet the former Shinigami lacked that sense of rooted serenity. And that is why he had to drain every ounce of doubt from his blood and replace it with power.. Cell by fuckin' cell.
"Shakkaho" Had began to echo throughout the entire forest as his hand emitted red balls of fiery energy. These were kidou based techniques he had learned from his time in the Soul Society. His later travels had brought no teachings of more of these abilities, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to come across more of them some day. Satoshi's body flickered off and on, with a constant omnidirectional motion.
He went in a dome formation as he fired of Shakkaho from each of these pinpointed flash-step locations, and then used his Shunpo to appear in the line of impact of this Hado. Stepping forward with a surge of kinetic energy, the Vizard puffed his chest and slammed his entire torso, hand, or any body-part into Hado. He took no time to recover after doing so, immediately flash-stepping to the next location he had pinpointed in his mind to be the next line of impact for the kido he had fired.
Explosions of white smoke and red energy had erupted from the ground, within the sky and even amongst the trees as he continued to hop around at high speeds like a bunny. Satoshi, the Silver-haired Vizard had began to grow weaker and weaker with each shot, falling to his back or knees more and more often. With one last huge surge of energy toward his Hado he screamed,
"SHAKKAHO" And thrust his hand forward.
The condensed fiery red ball of energy had been collected and turned into a Hado, and shot straight ahead. The final shot burned his hand, his face wincing in a display of annoyance more so then pain. But he had ignored it, because he honestly needed to grow a god damn pair if he was going to get anywhere. And he had nothing to live for if he had no true desire to grow past his weaknesses. There was no nice way to put it, no clear truth in the world that was kind.
The strong had always survived, and the weak had always died, or hid with protection from the strong. And he had refused to be the weak in any scenario he saw himself in. Doing it before was the worst feeling to have in the pit of your soul... As if you know you are nothing but a useless pile of trash. But now was the time to expand beyond the chains of ignorance and weakness that seemed to grasp him with such an unbreakable lock.
Blisters were only one of the many inflictions he had acquired while blocking his own Reiatsu, along with cuts from friction. Out of the smoke of destructive force, a Kido he had not anticipated was soaring toward him, knelt on the growned while he gained his breath. Looking up in confusion, he raised his arms. He could have swore he calculated all of the Hado's he fired... And even if he didn't, how did he not sense his own energy when it was clearly still visible? It must have been some mischief of his inner hollow. However, the Vizard simply couldn't move. His body had taken too much physical damage, and he didn't know of any more Kidou to use that would be capable of blocking a full powered Shakkaho.
'Think... THINK THINK THINK THINK!" His mind raced as the red ball whizzed through the air with a constant yet alarming speed. Without thinking, his Reiryoku began to stir inside of him as his subconscious seemed to react. Satoshi's arms lit up in defense with an 'X' across his face and chest, left across right. His voice had began to bellow into the air, roaring loudly with the funneling of energy into his legs and arms.
"GraaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHH~~!!" And with a fully powered and pumped jump, his legs surged upward in a thrust of pure kinetic force. His body rocketed into the air in a massive shockwave, cracking the earth in a 2m radius around him. Dark Crimson and Golden energy erupted from the front of his arms, and Satoshi slammed directly into the Hado. A massive wave of energy from the collisional force had shook the very plate of earth he over. Tree's bent 50 degrees away from the shockwave, branches and leaves blasted outward like a splintered grass explosion. The sound rang through the trees and echo'd off every surface, seeming to casually shush every sign of life within a mile's radius.. There was not even the sound of wind. As if his combination of a final defense and attack had brought the motion of everything around him to a complete stop of time. The winds had acted like they were pushed away by his own explosive wave of energy.
{Abilities learned!}Name:Eden Pulse Class:Reiatsu Control Tier:VI Type:Defensive/ Range:Self-100m Description: This ability allows for immediate defensive response upon perceived attack. When cast, the user's body then forms a 'layer' of energy that matches the shape of the caster. This layer forms about 1 inch away from the user's skin before propelling outward in a surge of aesthetically electrical energy, matching the color of the user's Reiatsu. Making contact with the target(s) causes extreme blunt trauma from the sheer force of the defense, sending anything in contact flying upwards of 100m away.
Name:Yajirusi (Arrow) Class:Stepping Tier:I Type:Augmentative Range:Up to 100m Description:Satoshi concentrates his Reiatsu into his feet and shins, and uses the built up energy to rocket himself in any direction with the velocity of a bala. While using this, Satoshi may only change direction of up to 95 degree angles and must do it one at a time. Satoshi can choose to change directions in a very quick succession, allowing him to chain up possibilities.
'Am I...Alive? I feel..Alive. Ca-can I feel my legs? Y-ye-yeah. I can barely form a thought..Shit- What..? Damn, I lost my train of thought..French fuck. Eh'
His thoughts had felt as though they were sprinkled with fairy-dust while drifting on cloud 9. His mind-state had felt so very..Quiet. As if no other situation other then the one he was in had to matter. But something was wrong, and something in his mind snapped back into his very senses, pulsing life back into his body. Eyes shooting open, he could feel his body all at once, instantly obtaining its feeling back. The Vizard screamed as he felt the received pain and pressure back to his nerves. His entire conscious was surged back to its full extent again while feeling like someone was pulling his mind back into his soul. His body arched downward in a spasm of shock and simultaneous surprise, grasping his stomach as blood and bodily fluids surged from his damaged lungs and dry throat, coating the ground in vomit and crimson liquid. But due to this, his air had been restored to his breathing cycle, along with his vision regaining properties of sight, unblurring. His golden eyes had seemed to fog as if in a black-out, only after the explosion. Probably from the near cardiac arrest he had just experienced.. Or at least that's what it felt like, shit.
His body turned to its side, agonizingly sharp pain was crawling down the entirety of his body. There was not a portion of his existence at that moment that didn't know what pain had felt like. And this feeling had, at first, gave him a feeling of pity. As if this experience was uneventful, and it had meant nothing. That type of thinking was for absolute gutter filth with no purpose. It had made him sick to his stomach when people had always said that things were always coincidence.. Their god damn skull fragments would be fantastic. But unfortunately, that would take him longer then any realistic goal would. No, no...He couldn't. He couldn't comprehend how such an idiotic line of thinking had ever wiggled its way into his head... Pathetic.
The Vizard rose to a kneel, still occasionally spitting blood.
But what was even more pathetic was the people who choosed to believe that things were caused by one great man of all power, moving the world in his in-direct image, HA! Truly the most absurd thing that was to ever be planted into the minds of man. The worlds, dimensions, and universes are moved by infinitely complex sources of energy, action, and emotion that cannot possibly be grasped by anyone with such a simple philosophical and spiritual mind-state as the ones he has come across. But there was one thing he could accept, and that was that certain people could completely space-fuck the 'flow' of energy and the worlds, and warp the vibrations of this energy into their will. How? He had no idea..Yet. Satoshi gaining power will always have to be the product of the never-ending passion to live..To push on. No matter how depressing or hopeless it EVER gets, the most powerful souls will always push through the filleting knife, even if it means cutting their very souls in half.
Satoshi was trying to focus on anything other then the 100's of sensations that were pulsating through his body, his eyes shut to concentrate on other memories. It wasn't as if he had any better memories to recall, though. And that scared him, opening his eyes to avoid any kind of accidental deep line of though..There was absolute NO way he could handle those anymore. It wasn't going to happen one damn bit on his watch. That only went right to destructive black-outs, and he could never tell what kind of problem he'd have to run away from for the next week. It was hell just to be in that kind of situation, let-alone slowly coming into the cause of it.
Staring into the clouds with his back against the dirty grass, his intent was to let his body heal on its own. He didn't need any food..That was irrelevant to him. He knew he was strong enough to survive. All he had to do was wait.
Shifting his gaze to a cloud that sped faster then its floaty brethren was followed by a soft whisper,
"Overseer...... God. This power I obtain, is it not the power you wish me to acquire? I have this strength to appease YOU. If this not what you seek, why do you not strike me down with all your power?"
Grunting in pain, he slammed his splintered hand into his soar chest and yelled.
"KILL ME!!....." Words boomed, but nothing shouted back. He eyes fixated on the sky with anticipation of some kind of display of power. His disappointment was triggered when there was not one ounce of life or even movement besides the sky.
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