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Post by Kokaku//Goliath on Dec 27, 2009 11:19:47 GMT 1
This morning air is some chilly shit. The 8th Division Shinigami, unseated, silvery hair shinigami stood in front of the empty training field. In a normal day, the training field was filled with shinigami of all kind and just by watching them performing their own Shikai(or with any luck, he could see Bankai) and Kido was so much fun. Now? An empty field with nothing but himself, alone in the mist-covered atmosphere.
How I wish if someone could show up now... Anyway, he has to keep going with his training. He raised his right hand forward toward a target dummy twenty meters away from his position, extended his fingers out so his palm could be in contact with the air directly. His left hand held the wrist of his right hand. "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!" A red colored energy was illuminating inches away from his right palm, ready to be released.
"Hado no Sanjuuichi: Shakkahō!" The energy ball released toward the target dummy in great speed and BOOM! An explosion occured but it seemed that the target dummy didn't really change. Those things were extra tough for shinigami's training. Kokaku looked around, Still no one... |
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Post by Kokaku//Goliath on Dec 29, 2009 12:55:37 GMT 1
Kokaku left the training ground as he was started to get bored.
[Exit]
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