Post by chrollo on Jun 27, 2012 15:24:39 GMT -6
A small quiet breeze rushed through the grounds of the 1st division. Koike sat in a cross legged fashion underneath the green branches of a lively tree. His spine positioned attentively in the direction its trunk. Meanwhile his slender face and white bangs were pointed into the open vastness of the first division. About 100 meters a head was a path that lead to a bridge perched over a large lake and beyond that lay the entrance to a heavily forested area. The ground was covered in the shadows of their over grown leaves and branches. A small light illuminated their tops but the bottom floor was pitch black.
Meanwhile Koike sat on a patch of short grass. The blades of green pressed against the skin exposed by his short uniform. Tenka Shiruetto lay still in front of him. The ivory sheath let off a sharp glare from the hundreds of candles that were strewn about several buildings around. They emitted a warm yellowish glow and hung from the underside of the rooftops by a weighty metal chain. Koike continued to hold his serene pose of silence, eyes closed, as he thought about why he had come here.
The truth was quite simple. While he felt to a certain degree he had become much stronger over the past 5 years he knew in fact he was exponentially far from the power of a captain. He had not even begun training his bankai, and his reikyoku was minuscule compared to his captain .Koike knew it would take him at least 10 years to find the strength to capture his bankai. The vice-captain was quite aware that in ten year’s time with constant training he would probably not only attain bankai but his reikyoku would be much stronger. However, he wondered if the flame of his revenge could last another 10 years. Since he had joined the first division as vice-captain Koike had begun to distance himself from his tragedy. He had begun to grow complacent while away from the memory of his former friend. When he first made the oath of revenge he was quite sure that he would never forget the pain that filled his body, and yet here he was starting to forget.
Koike stood up grabbing his zanpakuto as he rose. He violently drew the blade from its sheath and slashed at the air. The arced slash was accurate but lacked the impact of even non seated members. It really is pointless, he thought to himself. Koike had contemplated learning bankai since Ito-sempai's death. Unfortunately he knew he was extremely limited in style of weapons. If his bankai resembled anything other than that of a kusarigama he would probably be screwed. Perhaps his bankai would continue to be a kusarigama. However even so he would be cut off from the powers of his shikai. It almost felt pointless to have mastered them if he would one day learn bankai. This doubt and anxiety had plagued him. The short white haired captain slowly closed his eyes once again.
The gears finally began to turn and he knew what had to be done. He had made his decision. He would learn bankai. He would fight whatever fight he needed to make his dream come true, even if that meant starting all over from bankai. Although the young vice-captain knew even with bankai it might take him another 1000 years of training to be a match for Hitsugaya, but it would be the only way to surpass that genius of geniuses. It was the only way. Koike opened his eyes and shouted "I will learn bankai!"
Meanwhile Koike sat on a patch of short grass. The blades of green pressed against the skin exposed by his short uniform. Tenka Shiruetto lay still in front of him. The ivory sheath let off a sharp glare from the hundreds of candles that were strewn about several buildings around. They emitted a warm yellowish glow and hung from the underside of the rooftops by a weighty metal chain. Koike continued to hold his serene pose of silence, eyes closed, as he thought about why he had come here.
The truth was quite simple. While he felt to a certain degree he had become much stronger over the past 5 years he knew in fact he was exponentially far from the power of a captain. He had not even begun training his bankai, and his reikyoku was minuscule compared to his captain .Koike knew it would take him at least 10 years to find the strength to capture his bankai. The vice-captain was quite aware that in ten year’s time with constant training he would probably not only attain bankai but his reikyoku would be much stronger. However, he wondered if the flame of his revenge could last another 10 years. Since he had joined the first division as vice-captain Koike had begun to distance himself from his tragedy. He had begun to grow complacent while away from the memory of his former friend. When he first made the oath of revenge he was quite sure that he would never forget the pain that filled his body, and yet here he was starting to forget.
Koike stood up grabbing his zanpakuto as he rose. He violently drew the blade from its sheath and slashed at the air. The arced slash was accurate but lacked the impact of even non seated members. It really is pointless, he thought to himself. Koike had contemplated learning bankai since Ito-sempai's death. Unfortunately he knew he was extremely limited in style of weapons. If his bankai resembled anything other than that of a kusarigama he would probably be screwed. Perhaps his bankai would continue to be a kusarigama. However even so he would be cut off from the powers of his shikai. It almost felt pointless to have mastered them if he would one day learn bankai. This doubt and anxiety had plagued him. The short white haired captain slowly closed his eyes once again.
The gears finally began to turn and he knew what had to be done. He had made his decision. He would learn bankai. He would fight whatever fight he needed to make his dream come true, even if that meant starting all over from bankai. Although the young vice-captain knew even with bankai it might take him another 1000 years of training to be a match for Hitsugaya, but it would be the only way to surpass that genius of geniuses. It was the only way. Koike opened his eyes and shouted "I will learn bankai!"