Building a Better Fighter [Week 1, Period 5]; Thursday 05/17

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

As the students settled into the Danger Shop, which looked like a suburban street in Tokyo, Kenpachi and all his massiveness came in with a billowing of his tattered, frayed captain's robes and stood before them with his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. His eye scanned over the group, and he sneered. Pathetic. Almost every single one of them. Some...could have potential, but that would be left to be seen.



"Building a Better Fighter," he announced, a bit hoarsely, and he cleared his throat, rubbing at the bandage wrapped around it. "You are here because you are weak. You are here because you hope to not be weak. But some of you will always be weak. Don't be one of those people." He grinned now, something as sharp as his features, as deeply cut as the scars on his jagged face. Something...more than just a little bit psychotic.

"I'm going to skip all the getting-to-know-you bullcrap because I don't care. I might, if I feel you're worthy, but, right now, I don't. Make me care. Make me feel like you were actually worth naming."

"This is Yachiru." As if on cue, the little pink haired poked her head out and she waved with a bright smile at all the students. "She's here to help you. Or make your life more miserable. Which is also to be determined."

"This is your first task." A great, looming monster showed up beside Kenpachi, its colours distinctly black and white, its limbs distorted. It tilted back its head in a strange moan of a roar and then turned its eyes, dark and hidden behind a mask, to the students. "This is a Hollow. None of you, I've noticed, seem to be Shinigami and might never actually have to deal with one of these in reality. However, one of you..." Kenpachi's eyes went to the boy; he should know who he was, "...have managed to encountered them before. With the strange magic that is this room, however, you do not need to worry about being mundane in spiritual things in order to see them. To defeat a Hollow, you..."

There was a pause. "You know what? I'm not going to tell you how to defeat it. See if you can figure it out yourself. Get yourself 'killed,' and you're done. Don't want to see you in this room anymore until next week, where you will make up for your failure. Manage to defeat it or at least survive, then you're lucky."



Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the first student to step up and take the challenge.



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Comments

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[imcalledandros.livejournal.com]

Andros' eyes narrowed, "I don't think so," he said as he tightened his grip on his weapon.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

The Hollow chattered its teeth again as it reached out to wrap its gigantic hand around Andros.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[imcalledandros.livejournal.com]

Andros saw the hand coming toward him and he dodged it. As he ducked he he aimed his saber at the Hollow's stomach and attempted to hit it.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

The saber sliced into the Hollow and it let out a sound to indicated a minor bit of pain,, but it seemed to be little more than an annoyance, this slice in its side, as it reached again for Andros.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[imcalledandros.livejournal.com]

Andros waited for the Hollow to be as close to him as he could without being grabbed and then he made another attempt to hit it with his weapon.

Re: Fight a Hollow -- 05/17

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Another slice, and little effect except for an annoyed Hollow who decided, if Andros was going to keep doing that, it would just punch him and see how he liked it.