Tenma's Mindscape (Solo)

After a long day of training with his blade and kido Tenma decided it was time for a break. He seemed to have gotten himself into a bind and for some reason for the past month he wasnt able to increase his power whatsoever. He hoped this string of bad luck would end soon as he sat down for some quiet meditation.

Suddenly everything changed, his world transformed into some great battlefield. Mountainous plains and crags jutted from the war-torn earth all around him, as far as the eye could see. Pools of blood, reeking of centuries of fermentation and teeming with flies dotted the entire area like a rash. The buzzing of the flies wings created a low hum that remained constant. Tenma was at a loss of what to do, and began looking around, committing every minute detail to memory. Small spatters of blood splashed up around his shins when he stepped in an unavoidable puddle of the centuries old gore. The Shinigami would have continued his seemingly aimless run were it not for the whispers.

Tenma turned towards the noise and in the distance he saw a black cloaked figure holding a large scythe. The face was obscured by a hood, but a few pieces of white hair fell forth from its cover. The hand clutching the scythe was pale and thin, but young looking by how taut the skin was. The figure was taller then Tenma and kept himself hidden behind hood of the cloak. The figure then raised a finger toward Tenma and spoke.

"So you have finally come young one. Welcome to my world, my name is _______."

Tenma had known the creature had said its name but he could not yet hear it. It was then that Tenma realized where he was. He had managed to come into the mindscape. The figure before him was his zanpakuto spirit. He saw the creature clutch his scythe was he knew Tenma had not heard his name. He then spoke again in an icy voice that sent a chill down Tenma's spine.

"You are not yet powerful enough....Very well young blood, we shall begin."

Tenma heard the last words and ducked under horizontal slash the suddenly came from the figure. He suddenly felt the bite of a blow hit his shoulder hard and he winced in pain as the scythe blade drew back. with a spray of blood following it. Tenma knelt down painfully as he watched the figure come closer.

"So weak...so incredibly weak."

It said as it drew its scythe up for another blow. This time however Tenma rolled forward and drew his blade quickly. He then slashed as he the figures waist, only to find it the world suddenly disappear. Suddenly he awoke in his room to find himself panting heavily and his shoulder in a large amount of pain.