Putting In Work [Training;Ryusuke]

Having first appealed to receive permission, Ryusuke had been granted Bankai-level training access in the Rukon wastelands. As long as nothing went wrong, the training for today would go over smoothly. Hopefully no stragglers come into the crossfire, it was likely going to get very messy as the minutes passed


" Well, it seems some of us were in some luck today. I'm permitted to use my Bankai against you, if I'd like. "

As he looked up towards Seishiro from his stretching, he wondered what that would cause him to think. Was he ready for a Bankai? Would Ryusuke need it? It was nice to think that he might be able to take on another Shinigami without that power, but his was a most modest nature, unable to genuinely believe that he could carry out such a feat against someone like Seishiro himself.

" So what are we to accomplish here today? Just wondering about your part, as well as mine. "

I need to use this opportunity to hone my strength in Kido, even if it's against a Kido mastermind.

Landing any Kido on him was a means to proclaim success within his training, but his Zanpakuto was now rustling with the anticipation of being released, Seishiro likely noticing the noise. Allowing his Reiatsu to swell up and bolster around their general vicinity, it would likely begin to seep into the very being of his opponent, should he not properly defend himself.

Ryusuke's entity was soon embraced by Seishiro's Kido, who had popped forth and sprung a quick trap upon the unsuspecting Taichou. He had began to address to Ryusuke the difference in their powers, even though they were equals in a sense. They were masters of their own trade, seeking each other's secrets. Unfortunately, there was nothing Ryusuke could do to really ensure Seishiro would ever unlock his Bankai. His soul was indeed promising, a being of such power was likely to attain hidden talent that was in need of a rude awakening.

But how rude?

Ryusuke's eyes loomed down at the ground before him during the entirety of Seishiro's lecture, his Reiatsu coming to a calm pause, as he was mulling over how to describe coming about his Bankai. It was no easy task, and at first he thought he was already dead before he woke up, realizing his victory on the inside. That's where the power of a true Shinigami such as Ryusuke resided.

" Tell me, as a Kidoshu affiliate, are you close to your family or friends, Seishiro? "

It was a question to start off helping himself better understand the type of person Seishiro was, whether he was cold and heartless, or if he wore such a false husk to hide the vulnerable fleshy being he was within. Following up on his part of the speech, Ryusuke tried to make things swift, to preserve as much time as he could.

" My father is the one who cultivated my skills as a Shinigami; as his son, his own blood. "

Moving on from that part of his history, he proceeded to inform Seishiro of the man's passing, which was not that long ago.

" A Quincy wiped his soul from existence. "

Leering back up towards Seishiro with an expression of disdain upon him, he would stop talking soon, allowing Seishiro to do as he pleased. Ryusuke would let him start their training with something beneficial to him, where Ryusuke would hopefully be put to the test.

" Everything comes with it's price. "

And the life of the Quincy who did this to him is my price to exact.

Listening to the advice Seishiro had to give, he felt it timely to make note about the interests of vengeance to Ryusuke. The thing was, he never wanted to hurt a single human, so this idea went against his very belief in that he was a guardian of souls.

But then why did the Quincy deserve to wreak their revenge so easily upon the Shinigami? Why did they inherit the power to destroy a soul?

To prove that even the holy commit to sin.

His Zanpakuto spirit murmured to him from the depths of his inner world, attempting to ease Ryusuke of his worries. He had achieved his Bankai with the death of his father, how could Seishiro not see the purpose in that? He was not a vessel, nor entity of spite. He did not wish pain nor torment upon his enemies; merely a swift passing.
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Nodding in agreement to Seishiro, who had now been incapacitated, likely awakening within his Zanpakuto's inner world, Ryusuke studied the two scrolls for Bakudo #81 Dankū [斷空, Splitting Void] , and Hadō #73 Sōren Sōkatsui [双漣蒼火墜, Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down]. He had little idea how he would even manage to perform the latter, as the 80's Bakudo was even more mortifying to hear instruction about.

However, Ryusuke was aware of the "Nijū Eishō (二重詠唱, Twofold Incantation)" style, permitting him to cast both within rapid succession. The only thing stopping him now was the fear that he would melt off his arms, or sap himself dry of reiryokou; either quite possible of leading to death without timely medical attention. Thanks to Seishiro, however, Ryusuke wasn't going to be warded so easily, plunging himself straight into the thick of things without hesitation. This was a must do.

" Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Bakudo #81 Dankū. "

Suddenly a clear wall manifested no more than 30 meters in front of Ryusuke, in a different direction than Seishiro had placed himself. It didn't explode or do anything catastrophic yet, allowing the second part of Ryusuke's plan to come to fruition.

" On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens. Hadō #73 Sōren Sōkatsui! "

As the two arcs of bright blue surfed forth into the transparent Bakudo that lay in wait, the collision between the two spells was colossal, an explosion taking place that raised into the sky with a column of smoke that could be seen from outside Seireitei's wall for sure. He could tell that the Dankū had very little effect on the 73 Hado, as it seemingly added to the explosion's potential, although they outright opposed one another and began to cancel each other out. He could feel the exhaustion that would begin to overwhelm him with each dual-cast he made, slimming his odds of getting this right with each try. But that wasn't all he felt.

His arms were burned, raw and red, feeling now an intense amount of pain within every nerve that had yet to go senseless due to his epidermis being singed. But Ryusuke couldn't just stop his pursuit of mastering the demon arts because of this little detour. After all, how could he? Seishiro was attempting to span his mastery over arts of combat he had yet to attain, so Ryusuke had to do the same, even if it meant pain. He had already experienced a type of pain, and with it came more power. Looking down at his raw skin, Ryusuke wondered just how much more he could take; if he could stand to do this until even his bones were being seared, and reduced to ash.