Awaiting the Tutor [Kaiyo]

Hinsshi quietly sat on the edge of a Sparing circle, his mind had finally gotten over his depression as his eyes drifted upwards tword the sky, He recalled about thirty minutes earlier quietly, how he had asked the Ninth Squader Teacher to go and find him a Zanjutsu and Hakuda Teacher, He wondered who he would find for him that would be willing to waste time on a Trainie. As these thoughts floated around his mind, the smells of freshly picked flowers and gardens quietly rolled around him as he aimlessly brushed the rose petals out of his hair, but they always seemed to return, he never understood why they just did, one of those random oddities it seemed. He sighed and his eyes slowly drifted downward once again honey brown calm eyes scanning over the students, everyone was avoiding him ebcause of the Rumors that only he survived his Field trip down to the hollows on the field trip. Rumors he ha done on a rampage of killing, killing hollow and trainee alike, total bullcrap of course but noone was going to listen to him sadly. He closed his eyes quietly before he took a breath and stood up, causing a few of the closer trainee's to skitter away, he didnt care anymore his only goal was to get strong to protect those that mattered to him. but god he hoped he could avoid combat and isntead talk his opponents into just stopping their violence, the power he would gain was purely for protection, not mass slaughter and he would never allow himself to do that. He took a steadying breath before he slowly walked out into the sparing circle and began his basic movements, the bright pink hilted Zanpaktou with a green-tinted blade, the hilt itself having spikes sticking out like that of a roses thorns.

The pink designs going down the green tinted Zanpaktou's edge, glowing softly with his reitsu as the blade moved at rapid speeds blurring softly at each movement and attack. However what was odd, was he was fighting Duel-Weild for on his Waist where there should be a Sheath, there was nothing. In his opposite hand was the sheath glinting like bright pink metal covered in green Vine-like designs as he lashed rapidly left right over under barrage, he moved between the attacks but this large man, amusingly enough lacked something incredibly needed, sheer power. For all his speed and movement, his Ambidextrous skills, he lacked sheer power and force behind his attacks, granted they were not weak, they would cut into someone, but an attack that should remove a limb would only cut into the limb isntead from the way his attacks and Movements were flowing and acting while in Combat. He sighed and slowly shifted his feet back into place as he watched his arms and hands sighing a bit. "It's not enough ..." He murmured, he needed to work on his power more, his speed wasnt enoguh against that hollow, He almost beat it but it wasnt enough, he needed more skill, more power and destructive force in his attacks. The thought saddened his gentle soul, but he knew he had to deal with it, he had to if he wanted to get stronger. He closed his eyes taking a breath before he flashed forward and began all over again blades lashing out over and over left and right over and under the sheath always following up with a defensive strike, obviously his style aimed around his main hand injuring the opponent, and his sheath deflecting counterattacks by targeting the limbs to cause crippling movements isntead.

Kaiyo eyed the man suspiciously, unable to even guess his eye colour as he remained glued to the floor in front of her. Politeness markers were formality, as such, so was bowing to a Captain, but the man hadn't even looked up once. The temptation of punting the stranger was quickly abandoned; others may judge her. For a fleeting moment, Kaiyo glanced out the window, caught by the clouds; imbued with glistening tears that were swept along in it's breeze. 'Captain...' The nervous 9th squad teacher stammered, his head still so encapsulated by the floor that he couldn't look up. Perhaps it would be equally beneficial for the Captain, she'd been kept busy by the mirage of a meritocratic system- red tape especially was starting to invoke such a coloured emotion.

Her hand slowly tugged away from it's resting point on her blade, the cool air rushing against the skin as it tingled; sweeping through her golden hair lightly. 'I'll see what i can do' she smiled politely, not wanting to be too tied down by imperative words that promised results. It was almost foolish how much she'd been having to watch her words recently. Pressure did that to people though- or it turned them into diamonds, she couldn't quite remember which it was.

The man's head whipped back up though, his apparent shock strewn across his face as he stammered a thank you. Leaping to his feet to salute the Captain. Kaiyo had already been half turning away when he'd saluted her; the awkward motion catching her off guard as she stumbled a pace. Her cheeks flushing bright red as she smiled nervously, doing her best salute back to the man before quickly turning away. 'He better be worth it' she called behind her, smirking to herself as the man audibly froze. It was still better than punting him though.

The blonde girl wandered slowly through the sparring grounds; like most battlefields, the lingering remnants of combat clung to the air; thick and heavy as the ghouls of such battles were inhaled into the girl's lungs. Unlike other places, the academy sparring grounds always seemed to hold so much more emotion, perhaps it was kaiyo's own ties to the place, but the festering competition and anger had always seemed to spark more aggression in the girl. She shrugged it off, crawling out of her own thoughts as she caught sight of the student in question. It seemed they shared certain embellishments over their past events. Not their own obviously, but around Soul Society rumours spread like wild fire, and few were ever true. Though she could relate to any bugger unfortunate to be syphoned into the group of such rampages.

Kaiyo watched silently as the man paused, and regained himself. Returning to a series of fast slashes and strikes; it was rare to see a student who involved any form of defensive moves into their practice. In fact, it was refreshing to see. Catching herself smiling, the Captain couldn't help but dive straight in. The blonde girl appeared from her shunpo in front of Hinsshi; her own Zapakuto half out of it's sheath to block his colour blade and her open palm catching the sheath gently. The girl smiled up at the man, 'Not bad, but don't try and cut me, try and cut through me'. Her voice was calm and soft; not even bothering to seem aggressive; though she was expecting she'd have to explain her appearance first.

Instinct is all that reacted, last time someone appeared infront of him the attack had meant to kill it was hardly his fault but soon as the blade met another blade his instinct screamed he was under attack, It took him Miliseconds before his foot came down to stamp her own while in the same movement his sheath rose up to slam into the back of her sword-arms elbow as he shoved his blade forward meeting the block head on and spinning behind her using his speed with his lack of power so that after the sudden clash he would be behind her, in a normal opponents blindspot, however he stopped suddenly ... shrugging the instincts off he blinked seeing the Haori and then facepalmed mentally as he shifted into a defensive, but calm stance. "Gomenasai Taicho ... Did the Sensei i asked actually come and bug you? ... I didnt think he'd go so far as to bug a Taicho, I apologies, but thank you for coming." He bowed a bit, then immediately shifted back into hi combat stance ... eyes scanning the girl over, showing he wasnt just using instinct but his head too. *( She's smaller then me ... Her reach is shorter, but that also means she's faster then me ... and if she's Eleventh Taicho, she's probably far stronger and more endurant then me. It doesn't matter though ... Im here to get stronger, even if I get pummeled down after all. )*

He narrowed his eyes before he shifted himself back a bit to Gain some space "Cut through you ..." He murmured and frowned, then flashed forward though slow to her he was still quiet fast for a Trainie, his blade lashed out to nail into her sword-arms elbow, while his Sheath rose up int he predicted normal pattern where a coutnerattack would come from her fist or leg so the sheath would take the hit instead of himself, marking that he likely cant take a punch very well ether yet. All at the same time Hinsshi spun with his attacks, using grace and speed over power, however at the same time his blade went down the attack actually had some fury in it now ... he was at the least, attempting to follow the Taicho's advice, but it was hard to when he physically lacked what was asked of him, but the effort itself at least was there. His blade dashed left and right falling and Rising, moving in an attempt to clash blades with her and sheath with her to get a steady rhythm to help feel out her pwoers she was holding back against him so he knew how to reacted in the actual Sparing session.

His blade rose left and fell right, but his Sheath rose Right and fell left, his style was obviously meant to throw off his opponents rhythm utilizing his Duel-wielding attacks which would normally be an incredible pain against soon with a single blade unless they had the power to outmatch both blades at once, As he moved his blade and sheath the weapons began to make a sort of pattern if the Taicho kept up the pace and allowed the constant parries and blocks of her blade, she'd notice that an almost pink and blue blur of designs of vines seems to wrap around him with his combat as if forming a garden around him, this effect was not helped by the powerful smell of roses and flowers flowing off him and the occasional petals that fell from his hair and always seemed to be immediately replaced. His blades rose, fell arched and danced as one the energy radiating off his strikes as his speed shone through any form of actual combat and skill, he was graceful and speed, but his strikes didnt have the heart of wanting to cut. He was afraid, ad she'd begin to notice it as the spar drove on, she'd feel the fear in his blade, not of death or of combat, he was afraid to hurt someone else, she could feel his inner conflict, he hated it and was afraid to cause harm but something else was driving him against how he was naturally, this combined caused his desire for combat to dull and as such, his skill to dull with it. "Im ... Hinsshi ... Niaga ... by the ... Way ... Taicho ..." He murmured as his weapons moved with his feet.

It was always a good sign to have combat instincts, too many academy students would literally screamed at the appearance of a new opponent and Kaiyo appreciated such fact movements. The Captain smiled playfully as the man stamped on her foot, using his weight on top of hers, the girl crouched down to avoid his strikes, twisting around in time with him as she finished; staring straight at him. Kaiyo dropped her blade as it slid back into it's sheath, no doubt she'd need it again soon though.

Her smile opened up further, her soft expression lit up as she revealed her pearly white teeth, 'Heh yeah that's the guy, quite into rules' she pondered, her mind trailing off the man who refused to even look up at her, of course by rules she meant that perhaps he was just a little overly-cautious with Captains...Though most people were. Kaiyo wasn't yet sure about such applicable perimeters in regards to her newest sparring partner but he seemed friendly enough to not flag up any nastiness.

It would have been a severe disadvantage for most to fight a man who could dual wield so well; Kaiyo was fortunately, not most. The Captain's haori fluttered around her swift movements as the girl unsheathed her blade at an equal speed to the first strike. Holding a reverse grip in her right hand as she knocked aside his first strike, leaping to the air with the agility of a cat as she arched her back over the sheath of his blade, not offering a counter of her own as she continued to block Hinsshi's strikes; dancing around him with a childish smile as their blade collided gently. It was, by definition a light spar but the 11th squad Captain was a little more observant than she seemed.

Their interchanges continued at a fast pace- faster than most students, bit a comfortable one for the Captain. Twisting and turning with ease as she passed her blurring Zanpakuto from one hand to another; inhaling deeply as the sweet floral smell drifted through the sparring grounds. Perhaps that was the reason for why she felt so calm, so at ease at the moment. There was so little aggression behind the man's strikes, and yet he didn't seem to falter in his precision or power. It was very different to the usual fights of her squad members at the very least.

It felt more like they were dancing together, which in fairness, was what their fast spar looked like. Their movements fluid and graceful as they danced around eachother, Kaiyo reacting perfectly in time with Hinsshi. Her smile waned though as she began chewing on her bottom lip gently. A blushed pink petal caught in Kaiyo's hair as she twisted around, bringing her blade around horizontally in her right hand as her left swept over the shimmering metal to block the sheath. Trying to stop the fighting for a moment; if they could even call it fighting.

The short girl tilted her head to the right slightly, her blonde hair tumbling down onto her shoulder as it tickled her neck. The Captain smiled politely, 'You fight very different to most other people' she mused. Dropping her stance as she carefully sheathed her glistening blade. Taking a short step back from the student, to get a better look at him. Kaiyo giggled to herself, 'You're Shikai's gunna be fun' she pondered out-loud, meaning nothing behind her words, simply what she said. The calming nature of their spar was lead with flower petals and blurred mirage of a garden; of course it was rather juxtaposed to the Captain's own trails of sparking golden light that tended to follow her blade around. To watch the two together though; it was intriguing to say the least.

'Hinnshi Naga, I'm Kaiyo Saiyouko, Captain of the 11th squad' . Kaiyo was silent for a moment, trying to find a good way to phrase what she needed to say. Of course the man's dual wielding ability was very impressive, as were his general movements and speed. Very advanced for a man of his level as well...but the quaked moments of doubt that had rippled from his own blade to hers were too glaring to be ignored. 'You seem kinda peaceful' she began, ruffling the back of her hair gently as she spoke, 'So i think you're gunna have to learn fighting a different way to other people. In skill alone, you're really good but...' The polite girl lowered her gaze slightly, taking a moment to surpass her doubts of being so bold. 'What happened to make you afraid to hurt other people?' It was a guess, so Kaiyo could easily be wrong, but fighting with someone gave a greater wealth of knowledge about them than anything else in the world. Behind the strike of a blade lay the conviction and morality of ever fighter, and in more intense fights, Kaiyo had sensed beyond such things as well.

He didnt mind their blades collided over and over as they danced, sheath and metal footwork and grace it all flowed together perfectly as they Sparred lightly, golden light and flower petals flowing through the air as the other trainees began to gather and stare, as the blade finally clicked with his own signalling a halt from the change in her force of power behind the blade Hinsshi's footing shifted and he simply took a step back,"I do I suppose ... I dont see Fighting as Bloodshed, that may be why." He smiled softly before he sheathed the blade and held it in one of his hands encase the sparring returned he regained his breath taking a moment before rising up and dusting himself off a bit as the smell turned softer, more gentle and fluid then before in combat. He blinked a bit, "No idea about my shikai yet Kaiyo-Taicho ... but I dont think it would be fun." His eyes softened a bit and he smiled some, "It is afterall part of your soul ... I think It'd be a far deeper connection then just fun." He nodded a bit before he slide the sheathed Zanpaktou into his sash and crossed his arms watching her curiously. Before he leaned back some and shifted as he was Looked over by the Taicho, his stance reminded her almost of a Monk, his Hands were in his pockets now he stood strait and had an almost trained movement to him however it was gentle and soft, despite his massive height and larger size this man seemed far more like a Oak tree, strong and tall but willing to move and sway with the wind without complaint. His soft Honey brown eyes were ones of a Protector and lover, not of a heartless killer, or a trained soldier, he gave an aura of happiness, calming content, and a almost relaxing safe feeling combine with the petals and smells coming from him of the Gardens.

He arched a brow as he was looked over before he bowed a bit and then grinned some as she said that. "Hai I suppose Im peaceful ... peace and Clam are much better then chaos and Destruction no?" Then he blinked some and nodded, "A different way of Fighting ...? I suppose my style is a bit odd for most combat, but it is based around stalling time for someone stronger then me to win the battle, not for me too." He smiled a bit and nodded, blinked at the complement and chuckled weakly rubbing the back of his neck and even gave a light blush. "Eto ... Arigatou for the Praise Taicho." Then ... he stopped hearing that last comment, blunt may have been better but it was a bit of a shock for it to be randomly asked, his yes softened and almost seemed to shrink into themselves as he rubbed slowly at the back of his neck watching the smaller girl a moment then looking to the sky frowning softly. "I am supposed to protect ... I was supposed to protect ... many people. I thought violence was the way to do it at one point, or ... more so I thought Protection meant training, which required Violence and death. I was younger ... and stupider. And because of that my Wife, my children ... my Family are Dead, from the Rukongai. Torn to shreds because I decided Violence could save them. And now ... not but a Month ago I lost myself to rage and hatred on Earth, when a Hollow Tore my Platoon apart, and I held a Dieing young shinigami with so much potential as the light faded out of her eyes." He blinked and shook his head looking back to her, his eyes did not cry ... they just held a deep sadness, a Deep pain of someone who didnt really have a purpose with meaning anymore in life. "... I am Only here because I promised her I wouldn't Die. I would get stronger to protect ... not Kill." He ran a hand through is brown curls and coughed shaking his head and gave a weak smile.

"Gomenasai, I sort of trailed off ... Im sure you arnt interested in hearing ramblings from me, everyone has pain in their lives afterall ... Im nothing special." He nodded a bit, and looked back to the sky, waiting for her response quietly, memories filling his subconscious. He sighed and shook his head his eyes lowering back to her after a Moment and scratching at his cheek, "Is it that obvious in my style how little I wish to harm other's ...?" He asked curiously, his hand soon returning to his pockets as his eyes lightened just a bit as they met the Taicho's, he hadn't said a single word about ether incident, even giving a Brief summary had assisted him emotionally, even a little bit as he watched the young blonde Taicho, she seemed so young and unsure of herself to be such a high rank, he felt so old when he compared how they acted, she was unsure of even addressing bluntly an issue of someone so far below her rank, and yet she had the skill to perceive his emotions from his blade something only a seasoned warrior could do, he smiled a bit. "As far as we're guessing ... with respect ... Would I be wrong in thinking your quiet young by Shinigami standards Taicho ...?" He tilted his head a bit, though he himself looked only in his mid twenties, the well muscled young man was so old he had forgotten his own age long ago, he suspected his permanent youth came from the same source as his odd smell and the rose petals, but who knew for sure.

Kaiyo lowered her arms as the man withdrew slightly, utterly oblivious (as usual) to the crowd of students that had gathered, their chattering whispers were like white noise to the Captain. Her focus remained on Hinsshi. Even the man's voice gave off a peaceful serenity, the vocal fluctuations of conversation calmer and smoother than normal people. The blonde haired Captain tilted her head to one side, slanted upwards as she squinted ever so slightly to avoid the sun's glare. Deeper than fun? To Kaiyo: there was no such thing, not necessarily because she was so simple minded, but because the girl saw the epicentre of such poignant things to lie within the pleasure it held.

'Heh, not that Tenrai's even fun' she thought to herself, catching her train of thought before it set off into full digression. Though Kaiyo had to admit she was struggling to follow this man a little, the concept of peace being better than chaos just sounded very droll. His tone of voice suddenly appeared more dulcet to the Captain; she shrugged it off. Rubbing her thumb against the hilt of her Zanpakuto as she held a polite amount of eye contact. Then appeared that final blow, the shred of hope for combat improvement fluttering away like one of Hinsshi's rose petals.

The girl's expression faltered there, her eyes appearing darker as she lowered her head. Instinctively, her hand moved along her blade to firmly grip the handle; she wasn't about to attack the guy it was simply a comfort move. Kaiyo couldn't help but shake her head slightly, her disapproval very blatant. Fighting only to stall would never win. Fighting to stall was just a bit silly, and far more dangerous in her opinion as well. Kaiyo raised her head, opening her mouth a-jar to respond before Hinsshi continued. Sweeping away the girl's train of thought with his own. Kaiyo's expression softened as the man began to explain, empathy welled up inside her, pounding against her chest as she stared, silently into the man's eyes.

She smiled, cracking through the reflected pain in her eyes with a complacent shrug. 'Doesn't make anyone's individual pain any less though' she mused. See, Kaiyo could be deep when she wanted to be. The girl nodded firmly, her soft hair bobbing up and down with the movement as she giggled lightly. 'Well, you more like fight dance than actually fight' she chuckled, finding the image of their own spar quite a nice one actually. At the very least, it was a pleasant change of pace.

Kaiyo took the last question in her stride, ruffling the back of her golden hair as she responded politely. 'Heh, it doesn't help being this short either, but yeah, for Captains especially, i'm kinda young' Even despite that, Kaiyo was considered one of the more senior ranking Captains; privy to even more private information. People would likely always under-estimate her though, and Kaiyo didn't mind that. It was in her nature to be more playful and considerate f others, so she would never find fault with such questions.

The Captain turned on her heel, pacing around the sparring area as she kicked up a small swirling cloud of dust. Kaiyo found it easier to concentrate when she didn't stand perfectly still; she was a pacer. With the lack of action the crowd had seemed to dissipate somewhat as well, no doubt they'd be back for the sound of a sheath in seconds though. 'I get the protecting people, i really do' she began, stemming from her own inspiration. 'But, you can't ever win a fight with someone without a killing intent, and that doesn't have to be an angry one either though, people kinda confuse anger for other stuff in a fight. You need to find what drives you, and push it behind each of your strikes, and your fighting spirit, because if you fight to stall...You'll die' It doubtful she could be more blunt, but Kaiyo spoke politely, and as kindly as she always did. The short girl stopped her pacing and turned back around to face Hinsshi, 'That's why i can help you, stop you being afraid of hurting other people...You just, i think...' Kaiyo paused for a breath, rubbing the back of her neck for a brief moment before moving her hands forwards again (she spoke with her hands quite a lot actually) 'You have to trust yourself more. You're opponent enters a fight willingly, any injury isn't your fault, because it's not really a blame thing.' Kaiyo could feel her words slipping away from her, nonsensical babble starting to replace her logic.

The Captain sighed, her shoulder's dropping as the bottom of her haori tugged along the material. 'You have to find a way to protect people by fighting i think.'

Hinsshi's eyes were still calm, but they remained sad even after all her words, he shrugged a bit and listened quietly as he slowly ran a finger along his Zanpaktou's hilt gently, he slowly knelt down and crossed his ankles, oddly enough as the Taicho was a pacer Hinsshi seemed to be more of one to sit and think, the exact Opposite. As the Taicho spoke he closed his yes but was obviously listening intently, hands resting in his lap the large man still likely was only a bit shorter then the Young Taicho sitting down, he held himself much like an Old man would she would notice, despite his Young body. At her words that he needed to learn to find a way to not be so afraid to harm others and why that was so, he smiled softly she was indeed quiet wise for her age, but she is also trying to teach an old dog new tricks, granted he is a very willing old dog, but old none the less. Hinsshi slowly opened his honey brown soft eyes and focused on Kaiyo, they were the eyes of an old sad man much like his body as he made eye contact peacefully with the Taicho, as she began to trail off he couldn't help but smile a bit and resist a laugh, she spoke much like his late wife had. He closed an eye in pain at that but took a deep breath and slowly placed his palms of his hands against his Knee's and thought to himself for a while once again, finally he spoke his voice was curious and yet soft and gentle. "I do protect other's by Fighting Taicho, I always have preferred Words over combat but I have always faught when need arose. However ... what your asking me to do is try to Fight and aim to win, to defeat my Opponent by my own power. Something I'm hardly of the level to even consider ..." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed a bit.

His eyes slowly looked upward for once looking at the clouds peacefully for a moment as he gathered his thoughts quietly, "I hate to fight now ... Im getting to old ... it is not my fear of the actual Fight, its the fact that I am reaching the point my Mercy ... is Drifting away. Your young so you are incredibly wise beyond your years ... but when you live for a long time ... and everything you know turns to dust ... even the most loving people find their hearts beginning to blacken." He frowned some, "I do not fight because I fear if I give in ... that lack of Honor, lack of Mercy and love is going to spread and become who I am. I do not fear fighting, I fear what will come from it if I strike the final blow." His eyes softened, it was hard to imagine this man as violent or cold and yet that seemed to be his fear, and it was the truth Hinsshi had felt his own rage, he had felt the heat and the desire to tear apart those in his path, he had noone anymore, Kuro was a good Leader, his fellow shinigami good people, but he had no lover he had no friends ... and he was scared to even try for ether, after all ... "Whats the point ..." He murmured the last of his thought aloud before he rubbed at his neck and slowly stood dusting off his Robes before he looked down tot eh Taicho. "Do not misunderstand Kaiyo-Taicho ... I know that I need to stop being afraid if I'm to grow further in my strength ... but I can't bear the thought that eventually I may loose myself. I do not trust my own Will ... I dont trust my own Heart." He sighed once more, a soft whips of a noise yet deep and sad, like the groaning of an old oak tree when a strong wind blows through its branches. The wind stirred Hinsshi's robes and hair sending the flower petals floating about lazily as he continued to gently caress his blade, "I dont want to loose myself." He said simply, "And I have noone to help me to stay as myself ... and I'm not so sure I could have anyone if I tried. I'm an old man after all." He grinned weakly.

Slowly he slid his hands finally into his pockets and his Gaze quietly focused on Kaiyo, he slowly tilted his head before he knelt down and bowed some, "Gomenasai ... Im rambling again arn't I ..." he chuckled weakly before he stood up some, motioning to the Cherry Tree's off to the side of the Academy, "Maybe we should move somewhere else as well, unless you wish to continue our Dance?..." His eyes soft still were watching her patiently and calmly, obviously not minding ether way but knowing others would wish to use the Sparring circle if they were done with it, as most of the crowd had vanished and dispersed with the Combat having faded, it was rather boring watching them talk about emotions after all. Hinsshi lightly traced his Zanpaktou wondering quietly to himself if what he had said was really true though, it was true he feared becoming a monster yes, but was it true he couldn't ever really have anyone anymore, was it true int eh end he would likely just become an old heartless man that did his job and got it done and then left to go train and sleep until the day he was killed? ... he wasnt so sure, maybe there was hope for him and he just couldn't yet see it. He sighed and placed his head in his hand for a moment rubbing his temples at his own internal conflicts before he straitened up a bit with a weak smile at the Taicho and awaited her answer on his comment on moving, "Oh ... I like your hair by the way." He said as an Off-hand complement, having intended to say it earlier, but they had been a bit distracted, he liked her hair it was a perfect blonde, but the way it moved and bounced with her movements and glistened with the light was what truly made him smile a bit, that and her bright eyes and the cute way that she pace- ... He shook his head, what the hell was he thinking, a Taicho? Not just that, a Taicho that was likely several thousand years younger? He shook his head at himself and muttered something about age needing to catch up to him as he coughed and refocused once again this time for a final time.

OOC: Since she is going to be gone for a bit, Im ganna end this and when she returns We'll continue it as a new thread in a more important area, as it will not just be a simple spar any more. =3

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