4 Year Time Skip WW3 (to post your stories)

[Bops]

All umm organized nicely so no one needs to scratch their eyes out. Plz forgive the grammar an spelling, wrote it out in one go. Think it's done, but with me I know I'll think of stuff later lolz, so may add.

Hope y'll ejoy the read, lemme knw what y'll think. Cheers ~!!!

The dry autumn leaves crunched beneath his bare feet. He had never worn to cover them, opting to feel the earth beneath them. They had gotten rather heavily calloused, but he didn’t mind that.

The shade of the tree beckoned him. The soft breeze under the long branches, with leaves falling down slowly with the evening sun in the background…. it was mesmerizing. It temped him more into thinking back… he was in the mood for it already. Closing his eyes he let it all come back to him. These last few years since he had woken up had been exhilarating.

The 4th was graced with a not so graceful guest. Setsunateki.

The entire division was to be trained by him for an entire year. Bhav had been drawn to him, even though their personalities clashed. He recognized the intelligence within Set and made sure to wring it out of him at every opportunity.

First came the knowledge of Shynpo. It had been very hard training, it had happened suddenly while sparring with his sadistic teacher. The difference in zanjutsu skills had resulted in him trying to avoid all the blows aimed at him, one day he just simply … flew away from cutting sword. The spars ad resulted in him getting a lot tougher, able to withstand higher levels of pain. This helped understand his patients and their wounds better, constantly having to heal himself.

The evenings had been spent learning strategy. He soon learned that Set though seemingly blood thirsty only moved forward with his brain rather than his heart. This fit Bhav’s motto of planning several steps ahead before he even entered the battle field. The year went by quickly, but not before he had absorbed everything Set had to offer. He only regretted not being able to mach the zanjutsu… but there was always the future..

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about his unwilling sensei… A bird chirping in the tree flew down as he extended a finger. It skipped on the extended appendage. He compared its petite nature to his taichou. Megumi was a powerhouse in that compact body; he had never let appearances fool him.

The following year had been spent helping his taichou with reorganizing the newly rebuilt division. It was this year that she had allowed him into wards he had previously been prohibited to. He assisted her in many complicated surgeries and helped psycho-analyze several patients who had varied degrees of brain function or lack of. Although everything had been new and his taichou moved at a very scary speed, he grasped everything. The control he had over reiatsu grew to surprising levels.

It had been during this time that he had learnt the name of the name of the soul lurking inside him. It had happened during meditation after one particularly harsh day spent with his taicou in her research lab. He had been trying to organize his thoughts in the calm of his inner self. The high mountain ranges with their thick jungles always provided the tranquility he needed.

“Follow me.”

A statement made in what could be mistaken as an ear splitting roar. Bhav was not surprised; he had known what skulked inside him. He had been sitting at the edge of a precipice, turning around he faced what was a tiger of the purest white, stripped beautifully with the black of the darkest night. As with last time, he felt a bit out of place with its size. Quietly he followed it across the mountain and into the lush jungle below and only stopped when his guide did as well.

The tiger had turned around and spoken swiftly.

“Deep within this forest is a tree. It’s called Panacea. Find it and you will learn my name.”

It then pranced out of sight in a very nimble leap.

“Panacea…. the source of eternal life and wealth…”

He closed his eyes and sifted through the life essences of the trees rapidly.

“There! ……. The only one emitting an essence of death….”

He ran in the direction of the essence, to find an opening with charred lifeless earth and a small and very bare tree in its centre. It was quite small only a meter in height and bore only one fruit. It felt hard like a stone when he took it into his hand. He didn’t hesitate for even a second; the palm grasped the fruit and crushed it into dust.

“Good!! Preserve life, don’t seek to prolong it.”

His back was facing the huge beast and he stayed still as it continued. His ears almost adjusted to the intensity of its voice.

“My name is BYAKKO, remember it kozzo.”

Then it had disappeared as quietly as it had crept up on him on the mountain. He had awoken from the meditation firmly gripping his zanpaktou on his crisscrossed lap. The creature had not spoken to him since.

The year had ended with more training with his taichou, higher level binding kidous as well one kidou which his captain had used in a very peculiar way to clean up rubble in the broken buildings. All the knowledge he accumulated this past year had still not quenched his thirst.

His dedication to his work and his patients grew in leaps, caused by the commitment and perseverance of his taichou. She had grown to be his role model. He was determined to exceed her.

The year after had produced a very interesting patient. The 2nd divisions captain Nicho, who had come in injured from a fight an Arrancar. While treating him he engaged the taichou in the several games Go. Where he learnt stratagem from his opponent’s moves, using his keen intellect and what he had learnt from Set.

When the captain had finished his treatment, he had invited Bhavahara to learn from him if he wished to. Bhav had accepted the invitation and had spent the rest of the year improving his control over reiatsu as well as learn a few techniques from the current reiatsu manipulation master in Soul Society. As a parting gift for being a diligent student, Nicho had thought him a single kidou during the month of the year.

Nicho's precise calculation and use of reiatsu inspired Bhavahara. It was something which he would need in his line of work over at the 4th.

The year end was marked by his promotion to Fuku-taichou. There had been no ceremonies, no speeches. It had happened in Megumi’s office where he had been summoned and she had simply stated it.

As he remembered this, he idly scratched the wooden badge with his division’s symbol tied to his arm. It felt ….heavy.

Confident he had decided to put all his skill and intellect to use by going to research with Anne. He had had a few ideas before, and now he waned to move forward with trying to implement them. There had been a lot of time spent in various divisions. Particularly the 13th, 12th and 2nd divisions. What he and Anne wanted to develop required in-depth research in science, kidou and reiatsu manipulation. The result would be something unique for the 4th division. They would not be victimized ever again. The horror of not being awake to help out his taichou during the attack on 4th had led him to not waste even a single moment away from research, he honed his various skills and learnt a few more.

Spending so much time with Anne had led to a closer friendship between them. They now shared the bond of having created something new together. He felt his habit of not being very verbal break around her. Like Kaisen she too had found a place among those he called Nakama.

Now back under the tree he had watched the sun set and was staring up at the stars. The research had been completed and he had finally allowed himself this one break. The bird he had held on his finger had fallen asleep and curled up with its head bent down.

Following it’s lead he too drifted slowly into sleep……….

[xXx Kenshin xXx]

Leo yawned and wiped a tear away from his tired eyes as he sat on the same building as Kaisen, he brought his hand back to his own zanpaktou that laid on his shoulder and began to tap it lightly against the cement of one of the back walls of a stairway shaft that led into the building from the roof.

There were many hollows around the small army of 7th shinigami that had gathered, He got up and stuck his zanpaktou back into his belt. He examined the crowds of hollows looking for the stronger and bolder of them and also looking for him. The sleeve on his left side fluttered in the wind as he searched for the grinning mask of the hollow that took his arm four years ago.

It had been a long four years, he had learned to turn his weakness into a strength and learned new techniques that helped him continue on to this point of his life. His mind began to wander as he scanned the groups of hollows that had grown and now started to fill more rooftops and the air with their screams.

Year one:

He began to remember things that had happened four years ago, the punishment ceremonies carried out on Kaisen, Jen and Axel and the countless hours he had spent with the man that shared his own name, Leonidas. Leo winced and grinned as he recalled the sheer amount of injuries he had sustained from that damn metal bokken over that year. He had known that the training that he had received wouldn’t be easy and knew that Leonidas wouldn’t have hold back on him but the bastard didn’t have to leave him that bruised after every session. By the end of that year he had gone to the medic station so many times he could’ve been mistaken for a medic as well.

At first he thought that Leonidas was going doing his best to beat him to a pulp everyday but he quickly found that he was wrong as once he was fast enough to keep up with the strikes of the bokken, he increased the speed and power of his attacks and challenged Leo once again to stop his attacks. During this time Leo began strength training for his remaining arm, Leo was handicapped with one arm but he knew he would face stronger enemies when he went back to the human world. Through much physical training and the constant training with Leonidas, Leo finally wiped himself back to the state he was in before he had lost his arm, at the end of the year he began to wear weights on his legs and arm to keep their strength up now that he had gotten back to his regular self he wouldn’t allow himself to fall as far as he had again.

Year two:

Leo had been sent out into the human world to destroy any hollows that he crossed, a world war had broken out soon after the 7th’s invasion and the sheer amount of wandering souls that roamed the earth was staggering. Their had been a massive jump in the amount of hollows in the human world, devouring these lost souls and adding them to their ranks.

Leo learned that he was now a target of opportunistic hollows now that he had lost a limb; they all thought it would be an easy meal. Leo had heard countless remarks over the year on how easy this he would succumb to them; this was the same for groups of smaller weaker hollows who couldn’t protect themselves unless they formed groups. These hollows always fell to the steel if Leo’s zanpaktou. There were many close calls over the year as he moved from town to town trying to destroy as many hollows as he could find before moving on, he had been assigned to some desert region in the human world. If Leo overheard the human soldiers correctly he was somewhere in the Middle East.

He stayed in the human world for nine months before he was called back to soul society as they sent in fresh shinigami to take on the hordes of hollows and the now evolving menos, Leo hadn’t encountered a menos class hollow and felt lucky that he hadn’t.

Year three:

Leo spent several months back in the 7th division, preparing to head back out to the human world again he continued to wear the weights on his wrist and his ankles. He had forgotten that he had worn these to the human world and was now accustomed to them being on at all times. The day finally came when he was thrown back into the human world, this time he was with Axel, Kaisen and Jen. Axel, now free from his imprisonment in the soul society, quickly earned a nickname on the battlefield for his incredible strength that he displayed in every fight.

During this time, Axel trained Leo when they were not in battle with hollows. The training was meant to increase Leo’s strength and stamina, which it did well. This lasted for several months before Leo became separated from the group during a rather large fight with several Menos and multiple hollows. He found himself in a large forest after the battle and made his way through to a shinigami station on the front lines, the forest was much further north then he thought and winter set in, the cold was hard to fight through but he had no choice, it was either continue forward or die.

(Just decided to put the training in here didn’t know exactly where to put it if I need to fix it up a bit jus tell me.)

Year four:

Leo eventually was sent south, away from the frozen forests of the north, he eventually met with Kaisen who had also earned a nickname at the time for his amazing speed. After several attempts at getting Kaisen to teach him the sekkaku, or physical shunpo, he finally succeeded in getting him to teach it. The technique was harder to learn then he thought, it utilized every muscle in his legs and took a tremendous amount of strength. It took many weeks before his legs were strong enough to even attempt moving at such speeds.

He continued to develop the technique over the year and finally got it down to where he could move at shunpo level speeds and could use it several times in succession before he started to tire.

He now followed Kaisen in their missions around the globe and that led them to where they were now.

Leo shook his head and came back to reality, he yawned yet again as he turned back to the group, it had been weeks since he had gotten a good nights sleep and it looked like he would have to wait a bit longer.


(might edit stuff in later took awhile but finally got it done, put some paragraphs in spoiler tags later when i get up tomorrow well er... today)

[~Senso~]

4 years had passed it seemed like no time at all as he finally stepped his foot outside the academy gates. he had stayed there the extra 4 years to master his sword play as best he could there, He was now a Shinigami one of the great warriors who held the order in multiple worlds. He knew his next step would be difficult he had been told and lectured about it while in the academy. He must go threw a door and find his sword. Every ones decision is different. He was not sure at all what his would be like but he was excited to know that he would be able to meet his inner soul and learn more not just about himself but also about this being that lived within him a being he would be fighting alongside for the rest of his time here in SS.

A few of his teachers stood there at the door. Smiles on there faces they were proud of him he had finally left the academy god knows it took way to long. The door was a normal one it looked know different from any other door he had seen. Although he knew it would not be normal when he entered it. Saying Good bye to his teachers they all wished him luck as if some students had died doing this and he needed to be worried. Reaching his hand for the knob and turning it the door swung open and Masaru stepped in. The door slammed behind. Everything was black in this room. In the distance he could see a brilliant white light filling the void of his inner soul as if it were being created right in front of him.

Soon enough the entire void was filled with light. Masaru was still confused but decided to investigate the one sound he thought he could hear. -TING- -TING- The sound was clearer and more solid the closer he got to it. It was now extremely loud as if a blacksmith beating on a fresh piece of metal.
It seemed he was at the middle of the void. In the center stood a massive building made from what seemed to be thatched together mud and grass. -TING- It was extremely loud and a force threw Masaru onto the ground. Masaru got to his feet. Reaitsu flowing threw him like water for some reason he filled his body with it and charged the building. As soon as he got tot he door it opened slamming him in the face. Sliding back for what seemed to be forever he stood up holding his face. The pain wasn't too much but boy was it a surprise. Out from the building stood a 12ft tall man holding a long package
The man had black hair and was of well physique. He began laughing as the Masaru sat up. The large man took a seat in front of him.

"Well Masaru I was wondering when i would see you down here." Masaru smiled his inner spirit was awesome...

"Yea sorry it took me sometime but i wanted to be the best I could before I left the Academy. I'm sorry."

The blacksmith smiled. "No worries Masaru if any thing it just gave me more time to perfect this. The large man laid the package down in front of Masaru. Masaru opened it quickly and in it he saw the most gorgeous sword he had every laid eyes on. It was a brilliant white. It's sheath pure just as the woven hilt of the sword. A long tassle came down from the sword. This was it this amazing sword was now his. It was durable it was strong it was his.

Placing the sword on His side Masaru stood up he still wasn't eye level with the man but it was good enough, I thank you..."Just call me blacksmith for now child" Blacksmith, i will be back soon as for now i must go an train my skills so that i can better use the amazing sword you have bestowed on me.

"Farewell young one if you ever need me just ask for Blacksmith, one day i will tell you my true name."

Masaru vanished from that world and appeared on the other side of the door. With a smile on his face he dashed off for the gotei 13 his new sword resting on his back.

[Martzu]

Four years of Kurogane Himawari

First year

When Hikage thought those four years she admitted that the first year of Shinigami Academy was hardest. There were so many new things and skills to learn. What also made it hard for her was flashbacks of her past that started to came suddenly. With out an warnings she saw glimpse of her past. And none of those memories were pleasant.

Second year

At second year she deepened her skill in arts useful to Shinigami. Studying hard, spending her time at training ground or at library. So much time that the librarian and her started to call each others by first name. It turned out to be strange and lovely friendship.

Time just seemed to fly by. She was still troubled by flashbacks of her past. They were like pieces in jigsaw puzzle. Sometimes she wondered did those pieces even belong to the same puzzle.

Third year

At third year she was badly injured during training. It forced her to stay long time at 4th divisions quarters. She felt bad for the time she lost at academy but tried her best to keep up with others. She didn’t want to bother anyone so she often sneaked to read into the Garden. She fell in love to the place, scent of the herbs and flowers filled the air, sunshine warming your shoulders or moonlight hiding you from the rest of the world. This peaceful haven hidden from crazyness.

Fourth year

When her last year at Academy started she headed question to what division she should apply. It turned out to be easy one. After spending so long at 4th to recover she had truly started to understand how valuable work was done inside of its walls. Being part of it turned out to be her dream.

Her hands were trembling and her heart was pounding heavily when she opened the letter from 4th division. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She had been accepted!

“I know it will be hard work too there. Nothing is gained for free. But still I am happy to made this far. I will do my best to learn more and study hard.” she looked up to the old librarian.
“Hikage, I am sad to see you go. But also I am happy for you.” librarian squeezed her shoulder gently to encourage her.
“Thank you, for everything.”

She walked out of Academy to start her life in 4th division.

[superbob]

His hollow loved this type of training, the type that forced him to not only kill, which he had no problem with, but to also survive. Because of the conditions that he was training in, he was forced to drink blood, eat raw meat, and a various assortment of other things. This did have one great advantage though, and that was with every day of training, he was becoming more primal and savage in the ways he was killing the animals. This was exactly what his hollow wanted. So, as the months went on, not only did the conditions of survival get worse, but he was also facing more dangerous animals. He quickly moved up the chain of predatory animals from the human world, so he was then forced to fight and consume other hollows, starting off with the weaker ones, then moving up to those that were just short of the Gillian level. The great thing about consuming the hollows was that he also got more powerful because of it, forcing more constraints and limits on his body as the torture continued day after day.

Then it finally happened, on one completely normal night in the room. Otto lay in the shadows, completely concealed from any senses besides smell. The darkness enveloped him, blocking him from sight. He was to good to be heard, and the hollow he was hunting wouldn’t feel him until it was to late. He would taste the hollows flesh, not the other way around, and his smell was masked from mud and dirt, but also from the carcass the hollow was consuming. This hollow was alert though, something most of the others lacked when he consumed them. Otto found out the hard way that this hollow was fast, which was probably what forced him to become this alert. The first night, he found this hollow asleep, something that was a rarity to see since it was a free meal for anyone who stumbled upon it. But, when he went for the kill, he somehow missed, causing it to be wounded, but still able to easily outrun him. This time he wouldn’t miss the kill.

Silently picking up a small rock, he threw it to the other side of the hollow while slowly moving towards it. This would require timing and a bit of luck. Stopping in the next shadow, he threw the next rock just to the left of where the last one landed. The prey was alert, a good sign since his attention was in the other direction. It was now or never, and he chose now. Straining a little, he picked up quite a large rock, something that was quite hard to do silently. Then, he threw it with a lot of effort to the other side of the prey and he darted forward. The rock he threw came crashing to the ground, and then it happened, his luck came into play. Without taking it’s eyes off the point where the rock came crashing down, the hollow darted the other direction, right into his outstretched arms. With one clean sweep of his hands, he ripped out most of the hollows neck, causing blood to go everywhere and the hollow to stumble and fall. The dry earth soaked up the blood as it spilled like a drug addict getting his morning fix. Lifting up the torso of the hollow, Otto looked into its eyes to see the little life remaining in them. Placing his mouth on the open wound in its neck, he was like a vampire, drinking all of the blood in its body while it rejuvenated him at once. Then, he started to consume it, tearing flesh off of bone with every bite, the occasional sound of bones broken to get to the really tasty stuff inside.

Then suddenly, after he got his fill of the hollow, the lights turned on and the arena returned to normal.

“What is it now?”

You have done well, really well. It is time to return to the surface to rule your kingdom once again.

“How long have we been down here”

Almost 3 and a half years and there’s something going on in the world that requires your attention.

His hollow then disappeared and he felt all the power he once had return, and then some. Consuming all those hollows did do something good, it gave him power while it caused him to become more primal in his fighting style, unpredictable.

Walking to the edge of the ring, he opened a door that was the entrance to an empty room. He kept walking straight through the wall on the opposite side from the door and appeared in the compound, underground in the dungeons. Disappearing from the spot, he reappeared back up in his war room, where all his generals seemed to have gathered.

“It’s good to see you all once again” he said to their looks of shock, adding, “What’s the situation?”

Sir! War has broken out in the human world, causing a massive influx of souls. While we would mostly consider this a good thing since it would also mean an influx of new hollows, something’s happened. A new group of hollows are feeding on all of these souls, causing them to reach the menos level faster then before. While odd, we could consider this a good thing, if it wasn’t for us being constantly under attack now. These hollows are under different leadership. They follow a fanatic, someone or something that wants to conquer everything, Hueco Mundo, Soul Society, and the human world. Although he’s nearing his dominance of Hueco Mundo, we are one of the last remaining defensive outposts, his expeditions into the human world are met with resistance by the Shinigami, and he has yet to come close to breaking the threshold into Soul Society.

“What do our forces look like?”

While most normal hollows have joined his side, we’ve been lucky enough to keep our forces strong, while gaining a fair amount of arrancar from the conquered lands. His methods require that the defeated arrancar are consumed by his forces to get stronger, so we’ve got a fair amount of refugees, of which we’ve used to our advantage. Our defenses are quite strong, repelling most of the attacks that have come our way, but, we all grow weary of this battle and the toll it’s taken on us all.

“It is time to plan for this war. We are going to stop being on the defensive and attack key points. We need to press our advantage in the human world also, even if it means fighting alongside the shinigami, we need to stop this flood that threatens to engulf us all.”

Sir, there are other reports, that of a shinigami in Hueco Mundo, a shinigami that is powerful enough to cause the lower arrancar to fear his name.

“Ah yes, I was wondering when you would get to hara. I could feel him the moment I stepped out from training; he’s gotten stronger, quite stronger. For now we’ll leave him along, but I’ll watch him for the time being. The time has come. We must plan for our first offensive.”

The time has come indeed. Over the next half a year, his forces gained some key victories, recapturing strongholds and passes. Otto always joined into the battles, leading his troops from the front lines, testing his new strength and ferocity. But, while they did make successful offenses, they also lost battles also. Some strongholds were lost almost right after they were won. This war was taking it’s toll on his forces, but, he had to keep pushing back, otherwise, they would all be consumed.

[Interpreter]

After the training in the forest had been completed Zakachi resumed his training with miagi sensai. He worked some with fritz and eli, but most of his training consisted of one on one. He worked on every aspect as evenly as possible but favored Zanjutsu the most. His days were long and tiresome he worked hard to become stronger everyday. If he wasn’t training with miagi he was elsewhere training. He cut the year into three sections. Six moths he worked on zanjutsu. Between Hohou and Hakudo he split the next six months in half. His free time was scarce, but spent most of it resting and reading, his interaction with most of the students outside of training and sparring was little.

During his second year he trained with Gi improving on his Reiatsu and Kidou. The training was not near as intense. He left himself open time to train his other skills and keep improving on them. He had sparred with many of the students of the academy resulting in losses and wins. He had sparred with eli on one condition and it ended in a draw his hand to hand skill had improved enormously. Later on the academy had a riot though it had not lasted very long, for a member of the 6th had halted the riot with ease.

Although, his goal was to join the 11th, if he didn’t get accepted, he’d probably join the 6th. The third year came around fast. He starts going to the edge from time to time. To hone his skills as a whole. When he is visiting the edge if he is not fighting he reads books in the silent peace that it sometimes offers. As it is more peaceful than the academy, the number of student that have joined it became more crowded and it was hard to find a peaceful place to sit back and relax from hard training.

During the fourth year the time to graduate was approaching. Eli graduated a month before himself. When his time came to graduate he readied himself. A day ahead of time spending most of the time resting and reading. The other short time he said goodbye to his teachers spending some time conversing with each of them talking about the past briefly getting a few good laughs. The next day came he as he walked through the door.

Walking into his spirit world it was a vast field tall grasses and trees surrounded the area it was peaceful and serene. He closed his eyes and sat down to be momentarily greet with a tap to the head. With his zanpakuto, The shape was different than the ones he had seen. It’s blade was slightly shorter and the blade curved a bit more back and the width gradually grew as it neared the tip. He stood and accepted the zanpakuto. Unsheathed it the blade was light and well balanced. He fell into a flash back when he first received his weapon in the real world. It’s feel was so familiar it almost seemed unreal to him. He came back to his senses and left with a bow to the blacksmith. Heading towards the 11th. To hopefully be accepted.

[Q.Diff]

Alright Its Ya boy, Royal Bankai aka Roy B aka Roy Beezy. anway

heres my time skip post for Royal seeing how Gi wraped up the edge of soul society thing we were doing so here it is hope you enjoy.

Royal had enough of being in the fuckin academy he had it as far as a hollow height. His classes were getting harder, although it didn't bother him being that he had a IQ of 138 still it irked him, his skills were better but no one seemed to notice. he was going to find a way out, even if it killed him.

Royal looked at the gates....took a deep breath...and walked out...he had applied for the 2nd Division, he thouht about the 6th but he never liked cops, in the real world, and in soul society....what about the 11th, naw, their just a bunch of overego suma bitches...although he was one too one was all he could take... He had his back pack on his shoulder his scarf around his mouth, for some reason his zanpuktoh was in his rings and not on his hip...he asked his spirit but it never gave him a straight answer.
'Damn bastard' he thought as he ran for the 2nd division HQ, it was quiet a distance from the academy but he was determined to get there within the next 30 minutes no matter the cost...



He stopped and looked at the building in awe..

'This is it Roy, your afterlife begins, lets make it hot'

He stepped in through the gates and made his way inside..

It was his one year anversity and he was spending it i na bar spying on two criminals...

'Damnit i should be out partying not working' but he knew his job came first... He order another drink... He slightly pulled down his scraf exposing the lower half of his face.. the wolf marks were still under his right eye o the right side of his face...they would never go away...no matter what he did...


"Aye you ready Man" one of the drunken cirminals said to his friend.

'Bingo, thats the sign to engage' royal thought time for some fun... (You can figure out the rest he gets the bad guys ect ect.


yeah its short but i dont feel like posting all what i had in mind sry
Now back to posting.

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[Raven Eyes]

The first year of training was hard for Affion. The only thing the Affion wanted was to become the most powerful zanjutsu student in the academy. So he worked everyday, just on his skills with a sword. He only stopped when he was satisfied that he had grown as a swordsman.

Soon, Affion began using two boken. It just felt right, like he was ment to use two swords. He soon had progressed to the level that he wished to be at.

Zanjutsu stats: 120

Kidou defense. The entire second year, Affion was bent on protecting himself against Kidou magic. He never learnd a single ability, but he grew to the point where his body could withstand the weaker Kidou abilities. But his swords could defend against attacks that his body could not.

Kidou defence stats: 120

The third year of training Affion pushed himself to become faster. 365 days of running. Every day for five hours he ran around the acadamy track. Progressing his Hohou, soon he would be faster than he ever dream he could be.

Hohou stats: 100

Year four, his academy life is near ending. Affion spent the entire year medatateing strengthening his Reiatsu. During his medatation, he coped with his passed life. He remembered how he once lived.

Reiatsu stats:100

Affion was once the captain of the royal gaurd. A Muscateer. Some said that he was the best. He had been recognised by the King many times. He died protecting the King from assassination. The man who killed Affion was once a friend of his. But curuption, turned the man against his country. Affion's only purpose in life was too protected the King, and he did his job well. In the prosses of fighting the trator, Affion had sustained a deep chest wound, and died shortly after killing the trator.

Affion remembered the sword he used, it was his favorite sword, and it was perfect that he would die protecting the King with it.

The image of the sword had been etched into his memory.

Soon after waking from medatation, he received his zanpakuto. The blade was a exactly like the sword he used when he was killed. It was as if fate had chosen the sword to follow him into the after life.

[flame16]

(Will edit to seem that i only know one reslove later i was in a rush to post)

During the first year Tamkara continued his speed training. He trained regularly pushing himself to the edge. He also learned many new kidou and bonded with his zanpaktou. During this year Tamkara learned Hadou #63 – Raikouhou (Thunder Roar Cannon). Tamkara spent his free time helping out the young shinigami in the academy helping them grow stronger. Tamkara focused more on his hohou skills than any other aspect during this time of his life.

During the second year, after long sessions of training and hard work. Tamkara finally achieved his shikai. He learned that his zanpaktou’s name is Yuuhatsu meaning in english Induce. It’s shikai or in its released form it turns into a pair of red and black boxing gloves with a lion’s face on the face of the gloves. He was then moved up to the 6t seat of the 6th division. During this year Tamkara learned the kidou known as Binding Art 61: Bakudou no Rokujuu Ichi: Rikujyoukourou (Six Truncheon Light). He practiced and trained hard in controlling the perfect aim and targeting this kidou needed. He believed it would help him in the future. During the ending months of this year Tamkara learned his zanpaktou’s ability, which was to increase the speed and strength of Tamkara’s punches by pushing reastiu into his feet and hands and arms. Its first resolve was to release an amount of reastiu into the target when hitting him. The released reastiu would then flow into the target’s nervous system and stop the circulation of electrical signals being sent from the brain to the nerves. This would cause the person who was hit to move the wrong sides or parts of his body for a short amount of time this ability only worked for a short time when he first learned about it. Tamkara continued working on his hakuda to match his hohou skills.

During the third year Tamkara continued to expand his kidou knowledge. This year he learned the kidou known as Number #46: Tatsugaze (Dragon Gale). He continued to train with Yuuhatsu as he did so he learned its second ability or resolve. This is called Raion’s Hougeki (Lion’s Bombardment). Reastiu is released around the boxing gloves then become a thick hard shell. When the reastiu armor is complete around the gloves. Tamkara begins to punch his target quickly aiming for his targets weak points. The reastiu around the glove causes the impact to be greater, and the reastiu channeled to his feet cause him to move at a great speed.

During the fourth year Tamkara did not learn any kidou. He focused his time and efforts of training with his zanpaktou to master the two resolves he had learned. He also focused in his hohou and hakuda training. During this time he learned his 3rd resolve. It was known as Raion’s Dageki (Lion’s Strike). In this attack Tamkara would punch the ground with his left glove causing the ground to open and divide. He would then punch the ground again with his right glove as he did this he right glove would glow red and seem to be transmitting something into the ground. Moments later a lion would appear from the gigantic opening in the ground and attack the enemy. This lion would look red and black. It would be formed from reastiu. It is Tamkara’s ultimate shikai attack and for now can only be used once each day. Tamkara still continued in working on this new resolve.

[Nicho Kiennes]

Well for a start i'm not allowing any posts in this thread anymore as you say over dew so i don't want people taking advantage of the two year skip when they haven't been around at all. So rei plz remove it you can use the post as a come back post to start RP'ing agian but also remember that your character has gained NOTHING since you have been gone... but lost nothign either if that is your wish or you can do what some peopel do and work to regain your power so that you can build back into the RP.

Ok so finalized this thread is closed.