Lok Ukaru (Lok Ukaru)
Mizuno Keitaro (shy_kyoichi)
WC: 2437
"****!"
It seemed like endless pathways among winding roads in a deserted area that couldn't possibly be the right location. The note Lok had received earlier this morning showed the address of some meeting that he was supposed to attend. He was already a couple hours late, but he didn't stop running.
The air left his lungs in a graceful pattern. This kept Lok from getting too tired, a simple technique he learned in gym class while he was still alive in the mortal world. He reached for the note again from his sash, where he had placed it for safekeeping. Of course, in doing so, he lost sight of the road and tripped a on a stray branch from a shrub.
Lok tumbled about five feet forward and laid on the ground, panting. His lungs felt like they were bleeding into throat.
"Why.... Why would they want to see...want to see me?"
This definitely was a puzzling affair. Lok had not even graduated from the Academy yet and for some reason he was being offered a training session of some kind. But, enough was enough. The Shinigami rose up from the floor and continued on his path to the correct meeting location.
When Lok arrived, he opened the bland wooden doors to reveal a giant room surrounded by ordinary white walls. He sat himself down next to where the portrait of a Hollow fight had been hung. It seemed that no one was here, and there wasn't any way of knowing where they had gone.
"Maybe it would be better just to wait. I shouldn't rush into anything that I'll regret."
This is a bad day, a really bad day.
That was the thought that running through the mind of a certain blue-eyed shinigami. He’s too preoccupied with so many things that he didn’t know which one to finish first – paper work, training, and some other duties. It’s not that these things bother him; it just seemed to him that there’s always too little time to work with things.
Walking through the halls of the Tenth Division Headquarters, Keitaro was trying to think whether he have forgotten something that he’s supposed to do. There’s nothing listed in his daily schedule that’s of utmost importance but there’s a possibility that the note keeper forgot to add some things.
He continued walking, not knowing that there’s something that the note keeper did forgot to write.
The air was stiff and dull. It made the shinigami’s mouth dry and his composure was made uneasy. He leaned forward a little and stared at the floorboards. They weren’t that interesting and became boring after a few seconds. Now a steady feeling of uneasiness turned into impatience. Lok couldn’t stand it anymore; he had to find who had invited him to meet here and why.
He got up quickly and threw the sliding wooden door open. There was another cobblestone pathway out the back of the meeting area, so he decided to try there first. A slow and casual stride shifted into a faster pace, and then finally into a full out sprint. The impatience and anxiety was taking over the shinigami’s legs and their movement. He had to find out who had wanted to train with him so desperately. This could be his big moment and he couldn’t mess it up.
Finally Lok came upon a blue-eyed shinigami who looked to be quite powerful. He pointed his finger and started waving it around as the words of a child came through his mouth.
“Was it you? Draw your sword!”
A voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of the white-haired shinigami. Looking at the sound’s source, he observed that the command came from what seemed to be a young man. With puzzlement apparent in his eyes, he could simply shake his head. Being judgmental wasn’t a trait of Keitaro, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking, “Is he crazy or what?”
“Did he demand that I draw my sword for no reason at all?” Keitaro thought. He tried to identify the other person, hoping to, at least, demystify the situation. However, it was to no avail, as he didn’t know any one who bore any resemblance to this man.
Nonetheless, it would be quite rude for him not to speak to the person and simply ignore him. Looking at the other person, Keitaro asked, “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
He was unsure of himself. There was a huge possibility that this white haired officer could have just been innocent, but sitting here and doing nothing wouldn’t conclude that statement at all. This had to be dealt with immediately and efficiently, whatever way that may be. So the shinigami took a stance and opened his mouth letting out a few words for some small talk.
“I received a note not too long ago from an officer in my division. He’s the fourth seat and made sure that I knew it. He invited me to a meeting area so that he could see how I operate under combat. I believe that man is you.”
Lok drew his zanpakuto and raised it in front of him. The blade shimmered, reflecting half of the shinigami’s face in its metallic alloy. He smiled slightly and readied himself once more. After that speech, this officer might just have the nerve to attack him, but the man didn’t move. He simply stared. Finally, the shinigami had had enough. He charged full throttle at the officer and slashed once with his zanpakuto.
He had no idea if he had hit or narrowly missed his target, so while following through with his assault, the shinigami turned around and slashed once more, hoping to catch the officer slightly off guard. Although confidence showed outwardly, he knew that this battle was a losing war. This officer outranked him immensely and one battle wouldn’t prove otherwise.
“The Fourth Seat? Me? Send a note?” Keitaro wondered, trying to remember. “Maybe it’s that secretary again, casually accepting every mission without telling us.”
The shinigami looked at the other man, thinking of what he should do. Then, suddenly Keitaro saw the raised blade coming at him and his battle instincts immediately worked into action. His mind started analyzing his opponent’s moves as he observed the metal sword approaching him.
His royal blue-eyes turned into the color of the night, indicating that the shinigami was ready for battle. As his adversary’s weapon inched closer to him, Keitaro unsheathed his sword, drawing it from its scabbard. In one swift motion, he placed his sword in front of him, between him and his aggressor, effortlessly parrying the attack.
Another cutting motion came his way as his opponent turned around and delivered a side slash. Even so, it’s a futile effort as the blue-eyed shinigami quickly maneuvered his sword to block the incoming attack. Looking at the other man, the blue-eyed shinigami observed the determination in the other’s eyes.
“Maybe this isn’t a bad method of teaching,” Keitaro thought.
Since the blue-eyed shinigami believed that introduction’s a form of respect toward your opponent and was a crucial part of the battle, he said, “I’m Mizuno Keitaro, Fourth Seat of the Tenth Division.”
“And you?” he asked.
“I am Lucas Oliver Kane, but for adaptive purposes in Soul Society, I have adopted the name, Lok Ukaru. That is the name I wish to be called.”
Lok scuffed one foot along the cobblestone pathway in which he had so desperately followed before. He knew this battle was a lost cause, but maybe he could show this division officer that he wasn’t some lame *** junky from Rukongai. The shinigami analyzed his opponent’s maneuvers as well, for he could see that the officer had been doing the same to him.
The shinigami plowed forward once more, unleashing one horizontal slash at the officer. He anticipated the parry to come and immediately let go of his zanpakuto. Ignoring the whereabouts of his sword, the shinigami ducked and threw an uppercut towards the officer’s abdomen. He quickly pulled back and jumped to the left to retrieve his fallen zanpakuto.
Now with more determination than ever to show his true potential, the shinigami took a battle ready stance, facing his opponent. Hopefully the officer could see through the lowly exterior and see the intelligence that was wide-awake inside of the shinigami’s mind. He was ready for anything now.
“Officer Keitaro, I hope you can understand that I have great potential inside of me. It would be able to awaken if I had the right teacher.”
His eyes focused on the battle ahead of him. Courage, stupidity, and fear all swirled around in the pit of his stomach. Even if he was brutally injured, he had to show his true potential to this officer. He had to be trained by him.
After the introductions, it seemed that no time was wasted as another attack came towards the direction of the blue-eyed shinigami. Anticipating the slash, he prepared a parry and was stunned when he blocked thin air as the incoming sword fell to the ground. Instead, an uppercut quickly followed, and even though Keitaro could stop it with his sword or his hands, he wouldn’t do it, seeing that he’d injure Lok’s fist. After all, this was just training. There’s no need for Keitaro to inflict much damage.
Dodging the uppercut, Keitaro used shyunpo to appear beyond the other man’s reach. He could see the determination of Lok and Keitaro’s glad, as he liked that trait in people.
The blue-eyed shinigami heard the other man saying that he’s great potential. “Really?” Keitaro thought. “Then, if that’s the case, it’s impolite of me…”
“Since you have a potential in you,” Keitaro said. “It would be improper of me to hold back so be prepared.”
After saying that, the blue-eyed shinigami again utilized shyunpo but this time he appeared behind Lok, delivering a series of thrusts – Sakuganki. Even though he did say that he wouldn’t hold back, he still limited the force he exerted, just enough to inflict some damage and not be overkill.
Lok had no time to react at all. The second he felt the attack into his back he felt a rush of pain run through his whole body. He was forcefully propelled forward from the brutal assault, but recovered rather quickly. He turned to face the officer and started breathing rather heavily. Now there wasn’t a doubt in his mind.
“This… is a losing battle…. There is no hope that I can win.”
The shinigami took a deep breath and stood upright. He readied his zanpakuto for another attack and cleared his mind. There had to be something that he could do. There had to be something that he was missing. Finally, it dawned on him. He had to play defense. It would be the best way to show the officer what kind of a fighter he was.
So in compliance with his conscience, Lok stood still. His eyes focused on the officer, waiting for him to make his move. If he did, the shinigami should be able to barely dodge it before a critical blow could be sent. This was all the reassurance he needed.
“Come at me with everything you’ve got. I want to show you that I’m no push over.”
The damages were inflicted as Keitaro saw his attack connect to his target. He just hoped he didn’t overdo things. Then, he noticed that Lok readied his zanpakuto as if the other man has a plan in mind. The blue-eyed shinigami wondered if his enemy was really contemplating about battle strategy. Pondering on the next step that he would take, he observed that it seemed that his opponent was actually waiting for him to make a move.
“That’s a good strategy if you’re a defensive fighter.” Keitaro thought. “But for most people, defense isn’t really their forte.”
Then, what he heard made him changed his mind.
“Everything I got?” The blue-eyed shinigami smiled. He couldn’t believe the arrogance of this man. Even Keitaro knew that he, himself, has limits. Trying not to be rude, he said, “Sorry, but you’re not there yet. But since you asked me nicely, I would take the level of this battle a bit higher.”
Sheathing his sword back, he prepared for a sequence of assault. His midnight blue eyes gleamed with battle fury. Holding the scabbard in his hand, and placing his other hand loosely on the hilt of his blade, he readied for the attack. Moving in a sudden burst of shyunpo, drawing close the gap between the two of them, he timed the drawing of sword, delivering an iaidou.
However, he didn’t stop there. After the initial attack, Keitaro jumped and performed Baizou Tobigari. Preparing an aerial assault, he slashed his way downward, using the momentum of his downward fall as an additional force. He didn’t even looked at his opponent as he used shyunpo again to appear behind his target, using the speed of the motion to execute a back slash. Only after that did Keitaro stopped his attacks and shyunpo’ed away from Lok.
Lok saw the attack coming, but the speed of the officer’s movements were amazing. The shinigami lifted his blade slightly and lightened the impact of the first attack. After that, he used the blow’s momentum to help in his avoidance of the next attack. This idea was good in theory; however, now that it was in practice it was quite noticeable that it wouldn’t work against a fighter of this officer’s magnitude.
Clearly this wasn’t working. The shinigami saw the officer disappear and within a split second, reappear about ten feet away. He felt the blood from his chest and from his back. The wounds were not too horrid, but the pain was incredible. This fight could not continue. Doing so would result in this shinigami’s death.
“I cannot fight you any longer. I feel that continuing to do so will result in my death. I do hope, however, that you will take me under your wing perhaps. I wish to be a great fighter. It’s something inside of me. It desperately desires battle.”
Lok was bleeding pretty badly now, but nonetheless, he staggered over to the officer and knelt down on one knee before him. One hand was on his blade, the other on his pectoral wound.
“Please. I will do anything.”
Just then, the shinigami passed out from a mixture of exhaustion and pain. His head hit the ground and he heard nothing.
Mizuno Keitaro (shy_kyoichi)
WC: 2437
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FIELD MISSION: WHAT A BAD DAY!
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FIELD MISSION: WHAT A BAD DAY!
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"****!"
It seemed like endless pathways among winding roads in a deserted area that couldn't possibly be the right location. The note Lok had received earlier this morning showed the address of some meeting that he was supposed to attend. He was already a couple hours late, but he didn't stop running.
The air left his lungs in a graceful pattern. This kept Lok from getting too tired, a simple technique he learned in gym class while he was still alive in the mortal world. He reached for the note again from his sash, where he had placed it for safekeeping. Of course, in doing so, he lost sight of the road and tripped a on a stray branch from a shrub.
Lok tumbled about five feet forward and laid on the ground, panting. His lungs felt like they were bleeding into throat.
"Why.... Why would they want to see...want to see me?"
This definitely was a puzzling affair. Lok had not even graduated from the Academy yet and for some reason he was being offered a training session of some kind. But, enough was enough. The Shinigami rose up from the floor and continued on his path to the correct meeting location.
When Lok arrived, he opened the bland wooden doors to reveal a giant room surrounded by ordinary white walls. He sat himself down next to where the portrait of a Hollow fight had been hung. It seemed that no one was here, and there wasn't any way of knowing where they had gone.
"Maybe it would be better just to wait. I shouldn't rush into anything that I'll regret."
This is a bad day, a really bad day.
That was the thought that running through the mind of a certain blue-eyed shinigami. He’s too preoccupied with so many things that he didn’t know which one to finish first – paper work, training, and some other duties. It’s not that these things bother him; it just seemed to him that there’s always too little time to work with things.
Walking through the halls of the Tenth Division Headquarters, Keitaro was trying to think whether he have forgotten something that he’s supposed to do. There’s nothing listed in his daily schedule that’s of utmost importance but there’s a possibility that the note keeper forgot to add some things.
He continued walking, not knowing that there’s something that the note keeper did forgot to write.
The air was stiff and dull. It made the shinigami’s mouth dry and his composure was made uneasy. He leaned forward a little and stared at the floorboards. They weren’t that interesting and became boring after a few seconds. Now a steady feeling of uneasiness turned into impatience. Lok couldn’t stand it anymore; he had to find who had invited him to meet here and why.
He got up quickly and threw the sliding wooden door open. There was another cobblestone pathway out the back of the meeting area, so he decided to try there first. A slow and casual stride shifted into a faster pace, and then finally into a full out sprint. The impatience and anxiety was taking over the shinigami’s legs and their movement. He had to find out who had wanted to train with him so desperately. This could be his big moment and he couldn’t mess it up.
Finally Lok came upon a blue-eyed shinigami who looked to be quite powerful. He pointed his finger and started waving it around as the words of a child came through his mouth.
“Was it you? Draw your sword!”
A voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the attention of the white-haired shinigami. Looking at the sound’s source, he observed that the command came from what seemed to be a young man. With puzzlement apparent in his eyes, he could simply shake his head. Being judgmental wasn’t a trait of Keitaro, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking, “Is he crazy or what?”
“Did he demand that I draw my sword for no reason at all?” Keitaro thought. He tried to identify the other person, hoping to, at least, demystify the situation. However, it was to no avail, as he didn’t know any one who bore any resemblance to this man.
Nonetheless, it would be quite rude for him not to speak to the person and simply ignore him. Looking at the other person, Keitaro asked, “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
He was unsure of himself. There was a huge possibility that this white haired officer could have just been innocent, but sitting here and doing nothing wouldn’t conclude that statement at all. This had to be dealt with immediately and efficiently, whatever way that may be. So the shinigami took a stance and opened his mouth letting out a few words for some small talk.
“I received a note not too long ago from an officer in my division. He’s the fourth seat and made sure that I knew it. He invited me to a meeting area so that he could see how I operate under combat. I believe that man is you.”
Lok drew his zanpakuto and raised it in front of him. The blade shimmered, reflecting half of the shinigami’s face in its metallic alloy. He smiled slightly and readied himself once more. After that speech, this officer might just have the nerve to attack him, but the man didn’t move. He simply stared. Finally, the shinigami had had enough. He charged full throttle at the officer and slashed once with his zanpakuto.
He had no idea if he had hit or narrowly missed his target, so while following through with his assault, the shinigami turned around and slashed once more, hoping to catch the officer slightly off guard. Although confidence showed outwardly, he knew that this battle was a losing war. This officer outranked him immensely and one battle wouldn’t prove otherwise.
“The Fourth Seat? Me? Send a note?” Keitaro wondered, trying to remember. “Maybe it’s that secretary again, casually accepting every mission without telling us.”
The shinigami looked at the other man, thinking of what he should do. Then, suddenly Keitaro saw the raised blade coming at him and his battle instincts immediately worked into action. His mind started analyzing his opponent’s moves as he observed the metal sword approaching him.
His royal blue-eyes turned into the color of the night, indicating that the shinigami was ready for battle. As his adversary’s weapon inched closer to him, Keitaro unsheathed his sword, drawing it from its scabbard. In one swift motion, he placed his sword in front of him, between him and his aggressor, effortlessly parrying the attack.
Another cutting motion came his way as his opponent turned around and delivered a side slash. Even so, it’s a futile effort as the blue-eyed shinigami quickly maneuvered his sword to block the incoming attack. Looking at the other man, the blue-eyed shinigami observed the determination in the other’s eyes.
“Maybe this isn’t a bad method of teaching,” Keitaro thought.
Since the blue-eyed shinigami believed that introduction’s a form of respect toward your opponent and was a crucial part of the battle, he said, “I’m Mizuno Keitaro, Fourth Seat of the Tenth Division.”
“And you?” he asked.
“I am Lucas Oliver Kane, but for adaptive purposes in Soul Society, I have adopted the name, Lok Ukaru. That is the name I wish to be called.”
Lok scuffed one foot along the cobblestone pathway in which he had so desperately followed before. He knew this battle was a lost cause, but maybe he could show this division officer that he wasn’t some lame *** junky from Rukongai. The shinigami analyzed his opponent’s maneuvers as well, for he could see that the officer had been doing the same to him.
The shinigami plowed forward once more, unleashing one horizontal slash at the officer. He anticipated the parry to come and immediately let go of his zanpakuto. Ignoring the whereabouts of his sword, the shinigami ducked and threw an uppercut towards the officer’s abdomen. He quickly pulled back and jumped to the left to retrieve his fallen zanpakuto.
Now with more determination than ever to show his true potential, the shinigami took a battle ready stance, facing his opponent. Hopefully the officer could see through the lowly exterior and see the intelligence that was wide-awake inside of the shinigami’s mind. He was ready for anything now.
“Officer Keitaro, I hope you can understand that I have great potential inside of me. It would be able to awaken if I had the right teacher.”
His eyes focused on the battle ahead of him. Courage, stupidity, and fear all swirled around in the pit of his stomach. Even if he was brutally injured, he had to show his true potential to this officer. He had to be trained by him.
After the introductions, it seemed that no time was wasted as another attack came towards the direction of the blue-eyed shinigami. Anticipating the slash, he prepared a parry and was stunned when he blocked thin air as the incoming sword fell to the ground. Instead, an uppercut quickly followed, and even though Keitaro could stop it with his sword or his hands, he wouldn’t do it, seeing that he’d injure Lok’s fist. After all, this was just training. There’s no need for Keitaro to inflict much damage.
Dodging the uppercut, Keitaro used shyunpo to appear beyond the other man’s reach. He could see the determination of Lok and Keitaro’s glad, as he liked that trait in people.
The blue-eyed shinigami heard the other man saying that he’s great potential. “Really?” Keitaro thought. “Then, if that’s the case, it’s impolite of me…”
“Since you have a potential in you,” Keitaro said. “It would be improper of me to hold back so be prepared.”
After saying that, the blue-eyed shinigami again utilized shyunpo but this time he appeared behind Lok, delivering a series of thrusts – Sakuganki. Even though he did say that he wouldn’t hold back, he still limited the force he exerted, just enough to inflict some damage and not be overkill.
Lok had no time to react at all. The second he felt the attack into his back he felt a rush of pain run through his whole body. He was forcefully propelled forward from the brutal assault, but recovered rather quickly. He turned to face the officer and started breathing rather heavily. Now there wasn’t a doubt in his mind.
“This… is a losing battle…. There is no hope that I can win.”
The shinigami took a deep breath and stood upright. He readied his zanpakuto for another attack and cleared his mind. There had to be something that he could do. There had to be something that he was missing. Finally, it dawned on him. He had to play defense. It would be the best way to show the officer what kind of a fighter he was.
So in compliance with his conscience, Lok stood still. His eyes focused on the officer, waiting for him to make his move. If he did, the shinigami should be able to barely dodge it before a critical blow could be sent. This was all the reassurance he needed.
“Come at me with everything you’ve got. I want to show you that I’m no push over.”
The damages were inflicted as Keitaro saw his attack connect to his target. He just hoped he didn’t overdo things. Then, he noticed that Lok readied his zanpakuto as if the other man has a plan in mind. The blue-eyed shinigami wondered if his enemy was really contemplating about battle strategy. Pondering on the next step that he would take, he observed that it seemed that his opponent was actually waiting for him to make a move.
“That’s a good strategy if you’re a defensive fighter.” Keitaro thought. “But for most people, defense isn’t really their forte.”
Then, what he heard made him changed his mind.
“Everything I got?” The blue-eyed shinigami smiled. He couldn’t believe the arrogance of this man. Even Keitaro knew that he, himself, has limits. Trying not to be rude, he said, “Sorry, but you’re not there yet. But since you asked me nicely, I would take the level of this battle a bit higher.”
Sheathing his sword back, he prepared for a sequence of assault. His midnight blue eyes gleamed with battle fury. Holding the scabbard in his hand, and placing his other hand loosely on the hilt of his blade, he readied for the attack. Moving in a sudden burst of shyunpo, drawing close the gap between the two of them, he timed the drawing of sword, delivering an iaidou.
However, he didn’t stop there. After the initial attack, Keitaro jumped and performed Baizou Tobigari. Preparing an aerial assault, he slashed his way downward, using the momentum of his downward fall as an additional force. He didn’t even looked at his opponent as he used shyunpo again to appear behind his target, using the speed of the motion to execute a back slash. Only after that did Keitaro stopped his attacks and shyunpo’ed away from Lok.
Lok saw the attack coming, but the speed of the officer’s movements were amazing. The shinigami lifted his blade slightly and lightened the impact of the first attack. After that, he used the blow’s momentum to help in his avoidance of the next attack. This idea was good in theory; however, now that it was in practice it was quite noticeable that it wouldn’t work against a fighter of this officer’s magnitude.
Clearly this wasn’t working. The shinigami saw the officer disappear and within a split second, reappear about ten feet away. He felt the blood from his chest and from his back. The wounds were not too horrid, but the pain was incredible. This fight could not continue. Doing so would result in this shinigami’s death.
“I cannot fight you any longer. I feel that continuing to do so will result in my death. I do hope, however, that you will take me under your wing perhaps. I wish to be a great fighter. It’s something inside of me. It desperately desires battle.”
Lok was bleeding pretty badly now, but nonetheless, he staggered over to the officer and knelt down on one knee before him. One hand was on his blade, the other on his pectoral wound.
“Please. I will do anything.”
Just then, the shinigami passed out from a mixture of exhaustion and pain. His head hit the ground and he heard nothing.