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Readying himself, he was able to dodge the first few orbs that were fired at him, as the way the machine was set up. it allowed whoever used it to get warmed up pretty easy, as they shot out slower than normal as well as were fired in a more uniform manner, which made them easy to time and easier to read. But as time went on they would fire more randomly, and faster. And not only that but they also started to home in on their target, as they were on a mechanical pivot which read Komamura's spiritual energy signature, allowing for more accurate shots at different angles, and not just in straight shots. Overall it was a very nice training machine concept, of which Komamura had no doubt in his mind that he would be able to appreciate even more by the time he was done with his session.

It was not very often that Mayuri and his subordinates ever failed to deliver anything that was not up to par with any sort of random idea, or out of this world expectation, which made this machine child's play on their part. But anyway, back to the action at hand. Easily dodging the first projectiles proved to a breeze for the captain, as even though among the other twelve he may not have been the fastest at any rate, he was still faster than the average soul reaper by a very sizable margin, you did not get to become a captain if you lacked in pretty much any aspect, you had to be the top, not at everything but even your weaknesses had to still be the top among the masses.

After taking a break to tend to his arm, he returned to his spot with a large wrapping of bandages that extended from his wrist to just below the shoulder. With a barked (hue) command, he returned to his training with a deep breath beforehand. Thankfully the arm did not hurt much for now, and he was able to get back to where he was with not too much difficulty, although as the hours had passed, his breathing was beginning to become labored, as well as his movements began to slow ever so slightly at the very least. His bigger frame made it all the more difficult for him, as this was the only setback that he had in terms of how fast he could push himself to be. I mean come on, you try being over 7 foot tall and three hundred pounds and try to move like a freaking ninja. Fite me bruh. I deer you. Even though that time was starting to take its toll on the captain, it did not come without any improvements.

As he was starting to get into such a rhythm, which was hard as hell due to the nature of the erratic setup that the machines were flinging out projectiles. On another note, it was also nice that he got to take a break every so often, to refill the machines as they ran out of the orbs, which was something he was going to ask about when he visited Mayuri and his "underlings" as he liked to look at it, to Sajin's own disgust, but hey, he could not control how people were to their own people. And he knew that deep down, Mayuri was not as evil as he was made out to be, just the same as with his own wolf-like demeanor. He of all people knew that he could not judge others solely by how they looked or portrayed themselves, although again to be fair, Mayuri was on a fine line with this, being one of the few super wildcards within their ranks.