Yummei watched with a sick fascination as the red ball of compressed energy shot forth. A beam of beauty, a beam of death.

Striking through the unsuspecting town with a fierce might, the impact created a vacuum as the spirit energy released in a great wave from the point of impact. Everything within a hundred meters of the explosion was reduced to smoldering rubble.

Yummei bellowed, full of glee at his dark success. This time he would do it again but he would try to limit the size of the blast. And so gathering his reatsu once more he compressed an amount of energy into a ball at his mouth, but he decidedly made it smaller than before and again he shot it forth.

Mesmerized by its destructive arc, his eyes watched intently as it blasted away another chunk of this town, but this time the destruction area was noticeably smaller.

Grinning heartily he was pleased at his new measure of control.

I love your title, you seem to have a gift for such things. There is an element of poetry in your prose. The descriptions gain power from it. +1 *thumbs up*

Yummei had grown and advanced beyond all measure. He was stronger, faster, smarter and more powerful than ever before. But one thing he had yet to gain real skill in was mastery of his hollow powers.

His reatsu added a basic strength to his cero and Bala attacks but he lacked any real skill in them. This was a grave mater for Yummei who increasingly found himself striving for perfection in all areas. It was this determination that had him drenched in perspiration and gasping for air, his lungs heaved and his heart raced. But despite these things he stood with arched back and pulled with every fiber of his being, every ounce of energy he had was dragged from the dark corners of his being in which they hid and focused into the palm of his hand.

The high frequency whistle pierced his ears as the energy was called forth and condensed and refined into a dark red ball, cero was a beautiful thing. A thing of death and destruction, a form of death and violence compressed into the size of an apple. Well… that’s what Yummei saw when he looked at a cero anyways.

Holding one arm extended, the other gripping it near the top of the forearm he tried not only to gather as much energy as possible into his cero but he tried also to control it. The raging power inside of it was symbolic of his power but skill would come with taming that power into a more deadly weapon.

For Yummei training his cero came in the form of focusing the energy in his palm into a smaller more refined and condensed ball. Thereby compacting more energy into a smaller space. It sounded easy in his head but as usual the practical aspect was far from it….

It was a constant struggle, raging with your own reatsu that now had physical form. Fighting to contain and tame it, bend it to your will and harness it at its core. All in all it was a hectic ride in the palm of your hand.

For Yummei this culminated in a slim red beam that shot forth from the palm of his hand and blew apart a crater in the sand and let loose a shockwave that knocked the bollocks out of him. Going with the wind swept look Yummei just laughed as sand flew everywhere.

Approved + 2 to Kidou. ( You ain't beating me >_> lol)

OOC: ok if this isn’t even valid for points then I’m kool with that cuase I think the thread is a little flaky anyway.

Yummei stood swaying in the non-existent breeze of Hueco Mundo, his swaying was induced by his less than cohere mental state. He was how to put it, going loco!

He however was growing rather fond of his insanity, it was like a little pet… or an ever present friend in those cold night, no the real problem came with the unpredictability of his reatsu. It seemed to mirror the stability of his mind at the present time and was a little more than touchy, trying to control it was like playing with fire: Fun for a while but you knew your fingers where gona get burnt.

And this is what had induced his swaying, he was focused inwards… trying to peer deep inside himself and gain some measure of control on his own energy. Whether he was successful or not… well the proof would be in the pudding.

His red eyes snapping open, he breathed heavily through his nose and prepared to try to control his reatsu in a way he had never conceived before.

He summoned it up first, all of it. Every last scratch he could find he grabbed hold of and summoned into a physical manifestation, it blazed around him like a flaming aura. The deepest red, a red so pure that it brought laughter and sorrow to the soul in equal measures, a red so pure as to make blood look blue.

A red so pure as to burn… pain filled him as his reatsu raged out of control. He could feel its manic anger threatening to eat away at his skin and tear his life from out of him if he couldn’t master it.

It was a fierce battle, a scary one. Yet he battled one with the knowledge that this was his power, it was a battle fought without a field, not even in the recesses of his mind even… it was hard to explain it just was…

A battle for control that seemed to last for ever, it was like riding the waves of a torrential storm. Violent and unpredictable, the thing that kept him going though was the thought that it was his own energy that was doing this. If he could master it then… then… the possibilities where endless.

Slowly, he won. Seemingly sheer determination was a good resource in this battle, and so inch by inch he pulled the reatsu under his reign. And after a seeming age he had it all, condensed and seemingly docile blazing away in the palm of his hand.

That was the hard part over, now for the fun stuff lets see what this baby can do. With a small breath of apprehension he thrust his hand forward and released all the energy in a great torrent of flames. No heat, no fire, yet the raw power given of scorched the sands for tens of meters in every direction and left everything smoking with an angry hiss.

Note to self: never piss self off.

Thats a +1 to Kidou.

He had to some degree gained a good control over his reiatsu and a basic skill at manipulating it, but this was an inferior knowledge he knew. He was still a savant when it came to this area of expertise and this frustrated him to no end.

So with a fuming dedication he decided to get down to work. The best way for Yummei to learn was for Yummei to do and do Yummei would.

Ripping open a girganta he emerged into the real world, supported in the sky by his reiatsu he was a hundred meters or so above a packed motor way.

The cars moved around the relatively traffic free road with a good speed, perfect he thought to himself. Moving targets what more could I ask for eh? He pinpointed a big car that was heading along the motor way at an average speed.

And gathering his reiatsu in his palm he focused in building a cero, the cero formed and he poured more power into it while judging the speed of the car. Wait for it…wait for it… Now. He shot the cero with a fierce power; it blazed through the sky leaving a red trail of light as it went at a fearsome speed. It however was not accurate, and it pounded into the cement motor way with a might explosion of red light and rubble. The car however was caught in the blast but for Yummei that was not good enough, he had aimed for the car and had missed.

The explosion had caused a road block and left him now with stationary targets. Gathering his reiatsu again he simply charged up a simple cero and took aim at one car below, waiting for the cero to hit a plateau in power he held it for as long as possible and when the tension built up to a great height he let it loose with a last look at his target.

Again he watched the red streak blaze through the sky, and with a building pleasure he watched as it arced towards the car he had sighted to hit dead on and explode in a destructive red light. The area around the blast was incinerated, a crater torn in the motor way and dozens of humans killed.

Chuckling he laughed at the pandemonium he had caused, watching the newly dead souls gasp and shriek at their terrible fate. He decided for his next attempt he would take aim on some of the fresh souls down their, raising his hand he took a breath and grasped his reiatsu. Holding it tight he forced into condensed balls and shot them from his hand one after the other; each one moved with a deadly speed. Like a bullet racing towards their targets hungry to end lives.

Watching from his high vantage point, he saw his Bala crash into the souls. Tearing into them with a vengeance, ripping them apart and ending eternity for them prematurely.

He laughed savagely at his success, time to try something just a little different. A cero with a big fat twist.

Gathering energy into his hand as was usual with a cero, he focused hard on forming a great ball of energy. This was all rudimentary but the twist reared it’s ugly little head when along with the primitive force he put into the blast he added his own twisted, sick little nature. Corrupting the attack and turning it into something nasty, slowly it formed. A raging mass of energy, charged up and violently shaking in his palm.

Laughing hysterically at the violence he knew was about to commence he pushed it off, pouring in energy all the while and powering it onwards. A black cero, it shot through the air. An intense sound, the sound of air being pushed roughly to the side as it passed… and then it struck the motor way an erupted in a massive wave of dark energy.

Reaching out the energy spread until it engulfed even Yummei in it’s dark wave. But slowly it subsided as all things must and out of the darkness came the sight of pure chaos. The motor way was simply gone for a radius of roughly fifty meters where the ball had hit, and all life (physical and spiritual) was ended.

Shaking his head in amazement at his new breakthrough Yummei tore open a girganta and stepped through into Hueco Mundo.

+2 to Kidou, stay off the M8 folks XD