An ounce of bleeding spirit (Solo Training thread, Fighting skill)

(Orange=Auryuu)
(Yellow=Nenshou)

A violent shredding wind was the first thing he heard as Auryuu opened his eyes to see his Zanpaktou's world. He remembered holding his blade in his hand as he sat at his desk studying dilligently in the arts of kidou, finding his recent talent for bakudo he decided to invest more time into his efforts. It took him only seconds to realize that he had obviously traveled to this world accidentally, most lilkely because of him ignoring the calls from his zanpaktou for so long.

Nenshou was not pleased as he growled off in the distance. The veil of the blizzard surronded everything in site, as soon it evaporated revealing a bright pillar of light as well as the lion and man standing aside to one another. The lion leaped forward with recklessness as he landed close to Auryuu's feet. Auryuu almost took a step back but decided to stand his ground as he raised his eyes from the lion to the man looking him straight in the eyes to see his predator like glare. A king in his own domain, even though he had no subjects except Auryuu, but he was no doubt his owner as Auryuu had made it evident that he would not back down on things that belittled his moral codes or values. Auryuu lived his life free of commands and choose to keep it to that as close as possible. His stubborness was seemingly reflected in his own zanpaktou.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Auryuu's voice finally came from his mouth which parted gradually to utter his statement as he gave them definition with a somewhat stern tone. He couldn't be commanded by his zanpaktou. The lion simply did not answer which prompted Auryuu to draw his sword. Almost at the same time the lion reacted, soon drawing his own sword already in the form of shikai. Auryuu met it with his own shikai as it now turned out to be an eventual clash of close range fighting. Although Auryuu had kido, but on the other hand the zanpaktou obviously had to possess a great understanding of his own weapon and combative abilities.

Their muscles tensed as they shot a glare at each other. A clang of blades echoed in the large space like a kind of auditorium. Auryuu edged his blade further to Nenshou as they both put furious strength on the hilts, creating bright sparks from the meeting of the opposite forces.

"Not good enough"

Nenshou put his hand on the blade as he pushed it further brushing Auryuu's blade off of his own forcing his hands o the side as a large scratch now presented itself on Auryuu's chest. It stung for awhile as he tried to ignore it. The blade Nenshou possessed left a kind of burn on his body which felt worse as he had come to realize that it was the worst aspect of the wound. Auryuu took a leap back soon touching earth once more as he brought his unused left hand to his chest. Only a second he touched it gently as the blood stained his hand. This only further pushed him to the precipice of his ferocity. He would show the lion what he was made of.

Auryuu leaped forward in as Nenshou met him as he was still in air their blades connecting as Auryuu was forced to the ground from the overwhelming strength of his own zanpaktou. Their blades seprated finally as Auryuu planted his legs back on the ground. There was little rest as Nenshou continued his onslaught tossing a barrage of knife thrusts at Auryuu as he sloppily dusted them off. He noticed the speed increase as he noticed minor cuts mark his body as a sign of Auryuu's own slowness even with such a light blade. It did no good against a blade of the same caliber held by an experienced swordsman.

Auryuu was losing ground. He had to think, fast. With a jolting springing motion he lay he kick on Nenshou's arm, barely affecting him as Nenshou landed a fex extra cuts on Auryuu's body then took a few steps back still using the same burning look he had given before to torture Auryuu. They were eyes of hatred. Eyes of passion. Eyes of misunderstanding. For those eyes did not understand it's holder. Which was why they contrasted so much when it came to fighting. Auryuu who fought much more than he used to now, could not feed the lions amassed hunger for battle and bloodshed. Absolutely vicious and intimidating to his own shinigami, who was supposed to make the zanpaktou somewhat submissive to obtain bankai.

Auryuu stood weakened. He inhaled and exhaled heavily trying to catch his breath . His zanpaktou showed no sign of physical stress. Discouraged he still tried his best to intimidate his own zanpaktou, not wanting to lose an inch of pride to Nenshou who itself had pride. A riduclous show of determination was taking place as Auryuu gathered himself finally. With a swift run which transition to a lunge he gave a reckless styled assualt. Only to meet his blade once again with Nenshou's whose light was growing even more intense as the pillar of light surronding them grew more intense with it.

"Not good enough!"

The light envoloped the scene as Auryuu saw nothing but an intense blinding yellow. Forced to close his own eyes because of it's sheer luminescence. In turn all he felt was his skin ripping to pieces as he gripped hard on his zanpaktou enduring the painful burning sting of his own blade all over his body. Within seconds it ended. He once again opened his eyes as he coughed up a small amount of blood. The lions back turned to him now. The ultimate sign of humility.

"Your grasp is strong"

Was all he said to Auryuu, who lay helpless on the ground. His body torn as he refused to turn his gaze or much less couldn't move his eyes because of the distraction of pain. His eyes watered as the lion looked back slightly and then turned back almost piting Auryuu.

"Be more agressive"

Nenshou said finally as he walked away turning to a golden outline which eventually faded. Auryuu tried to speak to him, but couldn't utter a single word. He would've said Nenshou, but it came out as a sluggish muttering. The world around him turned to darkness as he closed his eyes drifiting off back again to reality.

He raised his head from the desk he had fallen asleep on, quickly sitting up as he realized he still had a firm grasp of his now morphing shikai, which turned back to its sealed form. His book lay open and his body held no signs of injury. A truly strange experience had just happened to him. As he realized he had learned much from his zanpaktou in how to use his blade. He took a few minutes to reflect, but let go of blade tossing it on the bed nearby. Exchanging it for his book once more he looked upon the literature still distracted by the memorie of his recent loss. Which felt like it happened only seconds ago, which from what he knew it did.