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Log: Ongoing
When; December 18th
Rating; PG-13 - R
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo and Shihouin Yoruichi
Summary; Training time for hollow-boy. And with the appearance of the kitty, it's just like old times.
Log;
Again! It'd happened again, and he hadn't been able to stop it. Not only had he been beaten again, but it had been twice in a few days. Both Aizen and Grimmjow had become his opponents, and neither had found him much of a challenge. He'd taken some condolence in the fact that he'd not been given the opportunity to fight the ex-captain, but that had been lost the moment the fight between he and the Arrancar had been decided.
Even Bankai hadn't been enough to hold him off for long.
Though the voice in his head had been smart enough to stay inside.
Eleven seconds. All that time spent training and he could still only manage those few seconds. It'd been enough to beat the ex-Espada, Dordonii, but that just wasn't enough for those that were still seated.
And yet despite that, he'd still gone ahead to Hueco Mundo to try and save Inoue. He'd gone alone, only to find that friends had arrived, regardless of his words, their families, and their orders. Even if they hadn't shown, he would've gone alone.
...what use would he have been?
And now, he was in another world (or so people had said). A city that he was unable to escape from. Admittedly, that wasn't so much of a problem just then. Aizen, and two of the Arrancar were there. It increased the chances that the other four would be able to rescue Inoue without him. Three enemies gone in exchange for his own disappearance. Not only that, but it gave him time.
Those eleven seconds would grow, grow and become minutes, and if it were even possible...hours. If it was possible to do it, he would find a way, no matter what it took.
"This is the place," he muttered to noone. During a random reply from Nell, he'd learnt about a desert that existed within the city. It'd have to do. Either the desert, or the forest, and judging by how often it seemed that people ended up in there, the forest was out of the question. He had no clue how his 'other half' would react to the fact he had no opponent when he called on him.
His body had been left at his apartment, locked away in his room for the time being. Nell was staying with the Shinigami she seemed to have become friends with. And people had been informed. So...
A hand raised to his face, a mask slowly sliding into place as his energies gathered together; both his reiatsu and hollow energy combining to force the mask into existance.
...and barely eleven seconds later, it had disappeared again.
Again and again, he tried, until the point his body decided to give out on him. Almost collapsing onto the sand, Zangetsu's blade was stabbed into the ground, before he collapsed back into a seated position, staring up at the blade that had fought with him through so much already. He'd relied on it for so long, and yet again, he found himself taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone in his newest step.
Rating; PG-13 - R
Characters; Kurosaki Ichigo and Shihouin Yoruichi
Summary; Training time for hollow-boy. And with the appearance of the kitty, it's just like old times.
Log;
Again! It'd happened again, and he hadn't been able to stop it. Not only had he been beaten again, but it had been twice in a few days. Both Aizen and Grimmjow had become his opponents, and neither had found him much of a challenge. He'd taken some condolence in the fact that he'd not been given the opportunity to fight the ex-captain, but that had been lost the moment the fight between he and the Arrancar had been decided.
Even Bankai hadn't been enough to hold him off for long.
Though the voice in his head had been smart enough to stay inside.
Eleven seconds. All that time spent training and he could still only manage those few seconds. It'd been enough to beat the ex-Espada, Dordonii, but that just wasn't enough for those that were still seated.
And yet despite that, he'd still gone ahead to Hueco Mundo to try and save Inoue. He'd gone alone, only to find that friends had arrived, regardless of his words, their families, and their orders. Even if they hadn't shown, he would've gone alone.
...what use would he have been?
And now, he was in another world (or so people had said). A city that he was unable to escape from. Admittedly, that wasn't so much of a problem just then. Aizen, and two of the Arrancar were there. It increased the chances that the other four would be able to rescue Inoue without him. Three enemies gone in exchange for his own disappearance. Not only that, but it gave him time.
Those eleven seconds would grow, grow and become minutes, and if it were even possible...hours. If it was possible to do it, he would find a way, no matter what it took.
"This is the place," he muttered to noone. During a random reply from Nell, he'd learnt about a desert that existed within the city. It'd have to do. Either the desert, or the forest, and judging by how often it seemed that people ended up in there, the forest was out of the question. He had no clue how his 'other half' would react to the fact he had no opponent when he called on him.
His body had been left at his apartment, locked away in his room for the time being. Nell was staying with the Shinigami she seemed to have become friends with. And people had been informed. So...
A hand raised to his face, a mask slowly sliding into place as his energies gathered together; both his reiatsu and hollow energy combining to force the mask into existance.
...and barely eleven seconds later, it had disappeared again.
Again and again, he tried, until the point his body decided to give out on him. Almost collapsing onto the sand, Zangetsu's blade was stabbed into the ground, before he collapsed back into a seated position, staring up at the blade that had fought with him through so much already. He'd relied on it for so long, and yet again, he found himself taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't alone in his newest step.