Punishment and Redemption.

The training area in the Hirashi household was rather plain looking. The mats were aged and barely provided any support, being more than just flattened leather like material. There was a single boy, a child in appearance only, who sat in the middle of the training room floor. Beside him lay his zanpakuto, a small simple wakizashi without much decorating besides the hand guard, which was in the shape of an ornate peacock feather circle. The blade itself was within the wooden sheath as the boy waited. The sound of footsteps was quiet as the older members of the clan circled around him, wearing training gear level uniforms. Sturdy enough to take a blow, but not bulky enough to slow them down.



They circled around the boy with blades of their own, dulled by simple kidou spells but that still hit hard. The boys own blade wasn’t coated yet. But as he drew it slowly, he dulled the balde with a simple touch with the spell. Moeru Slowly stood, his blade in hand held in a reverse grip, so that the blade was pointing toward the back of the room. The figures moved slowly pulling out their own blades in a various number of styles. Some of them didn’t even have blades, but Staffs and small scythes. The boy moved his foot to reposition, one of the figures moved faster then Moeru could see, but he let his natural instincts take over deflecting the downward slice of the mans blade with his own upward block that caused him to struggle against the older persons strength.



The sound of a chain flying toward him gave him just enough time to jump, pushing the other blade away as the scythe and chain flew beneath him feet, having been trying to wrap around his ankles. The boy tried to twist his body out of the way of a second blow from the swordman who was attacking him before, only to get kicked as the man switched up his attack into a jumping side kick. As he went flying backwards he slid before twisting himself upward to land on his feet, sliding the last few inches before he shunpoed forward only to get hit hard by a large kick to the stomach, exactly where he had been hit by Captain Shinji. The boy gasped and his eyes widened as all the breath was driven from his body. The man who kicked him then elbowed him as he tried to turn to face the threat, sending him flying once more. The boy slid hard as he hit the ground and the figures reset to their positions they had had before.



The boy held his bruised and battered stomach, the bruise from Shinjis Kick wasn’t healed yet and it took everything he had not to puke at that moment. There were spots in his eyes as he stood back up, holding the zanpakuto in the reverse position again. The boy looked around the room and toom in the details he could.