Remedial Classes[Bishamon]

"This is just bad..." Hyuei couldn't help but feel terrible. To think that he had to take remedial classes. If he couldn't get through these training lessons then he could be held back...Again. He was already the bottom of the class when it came to everything that he did. But now...He was being given remedial courses. Embarassing. It was so very embarassing.

Hyuei, hang held low, walked towards the meeting place upon an open kido course. There was a strong rock made of some sort of tough stone that was commonly used for target practice. He was going to have to go through these courses, by someone choosen(or told) that he'd never met before. How bad was this going to be? He just couldn't find will to even look up at someone in the face that would teach remedial classes. Wouldn't they think he was stupid.

"Hyuei reporting..." He said, weak and sad as he stopped infront of a pair of legs. Someone in a shinigami uniform. He didn't look up at their face though...He just didn't have it in him.

Bishamon always managed to get into these sort of boring situations; this time he bumped into a shinigami carrying a vase, causing him to drop it and of course smash it into a million pieces. But who walks around carrying a vase, it was almost like the guy wanted someone to bump into him. And of course it was going to be Bishamon. The man he bumped into had a sparkle in his eye; it turns out he was meant to teach a student some kidou. Bishamon saw were this was going, and he was right. In payment for this ridiculously overpriced vase, in which this man was just carrying around, as people do (apparently) Bishamon would have to take over this man's duties and help out this kid with some kidou. He wasn't particularly gifted in kidou by any means, but he knew enough to get by. And this kid who he was meant to be teaching was a hopeless case, or so said this man.

Bishamon turned up early. He looked around; quite an open area, a few targets around and then a large rock which stood in the centre of it all. The sun was getting to that awkward angle in the sky; when it gets right into your eyes. Luckily Bishamon brought his trusted hat; which he wore on occasions such as this. He titled his hat just his brow, leaving a shadow over his eyes. Now he could see better. He then caught sight of a young shinigami approaching, this was probably who he was waiting for. The kid held his head down as he reported in. He was probably embarrassed or ashamed to be here; Bishamon wasn't one to make someone feel worse than they already were, so he wouldn't patronise him. "Alright Hyuei. I'm Bishamon Saitou, vice captain of squad seven. Pleasure to meet you!" He smiled and then turned around so he was facing the targets.

"So, I hear that you need to work on your kidou. Why don't you show me how good you are. Hmmmm, let’s see. A White Lightening is an academy level kidou, try that. Any target you want." Bishamon took a few paces back so he was standing behind Hyuei; just in case the spell went a bit out of control.

"Alright Hyuei-"
Hyuei was a bit surprised by the voice. It was a little different than what he had expected. The words were enough to draw up those hesitant and reserved eyes up to see just who it was that was speaking to him. Just as Hyuei looked up the man was introducing himself, to which Hyuei was completely taken back by. Surprise engulfed him to the point that he shook a moment before tensing completely up.

What did he say!? Vice Captain!? A Vice Captain was sent to teach me? What do I do? What should I say? And I was so disrespectful! Hyuei's thoughts were running 100 miles per hour as he was trying fully understand everything he had been thrown into. Looking at the Vice Captain, Bishamon Saitou, Hyuei couldn't help but think he looked very cool. Young too. He wasn't like what Hyuei would have ever thought a Vice Captain would be like. He was someone that Hyuei honestly wished he could be like. That awesome sun hat too...Why hadn't he brought something to block out the sun? So stupid. Hyuei forgot something so basic...

Hyuei gulped as he was looking up to Bishamon. His eyes were darting about as he was bombarded by thoughts. He didn't give his greeting back to Bishamon, as he should have, because he was still in a minor case of shock. Realizing that he hadn't said anything back only made him feel even more stupid. Taking a step back he shot his hands to his sides, "I apologize!" He exclaimed, yelling, "Vice Captain Saitou-dono. I didn't mean to be so disrespectful! I just, well, I, erm, uh..." He was at a loss for where to go next. What had Bishamon said?

"Oh yeah! Sorry!" He apologized, turning as he closed his eyes. So stupid. He was here for training and he was moronically stuck staring at the more talented shinigami. Someone that probably didn't need silly remedial lessons...Someone that wasn't a complete and utter failure. Hyuei sighed, dramatically even, as his head hung for a short moment. He felt like he tripped up all over his feet already.

"What lightning..." Too hard. So freaking hard. Not only was it a destructive natured Kido, it was one with a slight elemental attribute. He would have to concentrate and focus his ability to give it the life and form that it needed. Just...Concentrating was enough, right? Speak the incantation, nature your energy, and let it flow out.

"Ugh.." He couldn't remember the incantation. Well, maybe he didn't need it! Other Academy Students could cast it without. It didn't matter that much. He was sure he would have to try. If he couldn't at least fire one off, or if he said he didn't know the incantation he would just look even worse. This Vice Captain already probably thought he was a fool. Just like everyone else...But, Hyuei just wanted to be able to at least do it now.

"Fire!" Hyuei exclaimed and he pointed his finger at a target, though his eyes were closed, and a small light appeared at the tip of his finger before it discharged like a static shock. "Ow!" He would yell, recoiling his hand as if he had poked a hot stove. It looked like lightning...But it definitely wasn't a lightning bolt. A little, tiny, non-threatening static bolt and he jumped back as if he almost had his finger cut back.

Dang... Just like last time. And the time before last time. And even the time before that. A failed spell. The inability to even half cast it. To even build up his spiritual energy. It was a fail all around.

Bishamon chuckled as the kid appeared to be at a loss for words; he probably should have left out the whole vice captain part. He didn't want the kid to feel like he had to impress him just because he was of high rank. But he did decide that he wasn't going to patronise him, so he thought he would try and add abit of pressure. Although he didn't care an awful lot for teaching someone, now that he was here, he might aswell try his best to help out. He knew that this stuff wasn't easy, so he would help the best he can. "No worries" He calmly stated, as he watched from a few paces behind Hyuei.

He watched carefully as the kid seemed to be lost in thought, or perhaps he had no idea what to do. Was it possible that he had absolutely no skill in kidou whatsoever, Bishamon thought that he would at least know the basics. It would just be the harder, more advance kidou's he would need to work on. Although he was simply jumping to conclusions, for all he knew he just got distracted. But the way he reacted once Bishamon told him to perform the hado white lightening, didn't fill him with an awful lot of confidence.

He eagerly waited to see how good or how bad this kid was. Hyuei answered that question. He couldn't even remember the name of the spell; instead all he said was 'fire' although it was possible to do a kidou in such a manner, but that way was of course very difficult. Bishamon himself had never really tried one in such a way before, the whole remembering the name and incantation of the spells never really bothered him a lot. It was clear that Hyuei had been put in this sort of class for a reason; he lacked even the basics of skills when it came to kidou. It seemed Bishamon was in for a long day.

Bishamon approached the young shinigami, and placed his hand firmly on his shoulder. "Not quite" He laughed. "Well first off, you probably should try and remember the incantations and names for kidou's otherwise it will take a considerable amount of energy to perform it successfully" He paused to make sure the kid was following. "Although some of these spells don't require an incantation, such as this one. Which is why I picked it" Bishamon then walked in front of the boy. He slowly raised his hand; pointing his index finger at one of the targets. "Hado 4...White Lightening." He said nonchalantly. A small white beam shot towards one of the targets, the blast tore through the air, and then crashed into the small target in the distance, blowing up the small wooden circle into hundreds of small pieces.

"Oops..." He didn't think that would happen. He put too much energy into it, he only wanted to cause a small crack, it appeared that Bishamon was getting a bit rusty. "Okay! Now, you have to keep a few things in mind when performing a kidou, energy control and, erm, something else...Oh that's right and focus" Wait, is that right? Energy control and focus do sound pretty similar... Bishamon wasn't really teacher material, which didn't really help, considering the situation he was in. "Anyway, try it again...First start off by trying to pour in a small amount of energy and then if it doesn't work try using a bit more, and so on..." He once again took a few paces back to watch. Maybe it was energy control and patience...Yeah, it was probably that.

"Wooah-" Hyuei watched in awe as his teacher easily fired off the beam. So cool. This was definitely a cool instructor. Probably one of the coolest Shinigami that he'd ever seen. Everything about the way he fired off that kido looked awesome. Hyuei was struck by a wave of admiration that even made him flush slightly. He looked down embarrassed.

I wish I could do that. He couldn't help but wish he was like Bishamon. The Shinigami was even giving him sound advice. Not many even bothered to do that for him. Everyone just treated him like a lost cause. Some even said he brags too much. Hyuei never bragged. What did he have to brag about? Being shrugged off? Ignored? Insulted? Alienated? He was always treated like the 'special kid in the class' and it wasn't a good kinda special either. But, this Vice Captain was great. A real cool guy.

When Bishamon started explaining again Hyuei looked up to him quickly. Nodding constantly as Bishamon was giving him tips on casting kido. "Control and focus." He repeated, his weak little eyes focused on Bishamon's. There was hope in those eyes now. If someone like a Vice Captain was teaching him then maybe he could have some hope. Even though Hyuei had heard "control and focus" so many times before, it felt stressed strongly now. It was like it was the first time he'd ever heard it.

"R-Right, Vice Captain Saitou-dono!" He said, nodding before he quickly moved back into position. Despite what little confidence he held after the explanation, he felt nervous up there. So terribly nervous. As he pointed his arm was shaky and his palms were sweaty. His stature was far too erect, he looked like a wooden-board. "A-a lit-little bit..." He repeated, a whisper before swallowing loudly. He was going to fail. He knew it. He felt like he couldn't even properly grip a little bit of energy. Standing there as he was he just felt at a loss. Was there pressure? Did he feel a little bit of the weight from expectations? Hyuei was just wasting Bishamon's time. That's what he felt like.

"Ah...Dumb ass," The words came out hoarse and deeper. It wasn't the same tone from the person that Bishamon had explained the instructions too. It was a little more mature, yet had a sharper edge to it. His position changed. He relaxed his shoulders and calmed his breathing almost instantly. His eyes weren't so weak looking. They were focused with his brow angled in such a way that he looked obviously annoyed or angry by something. His arm wasn't shaking anymore.

He started to gather his power. Almost overmuch even. He was pooling his energy, causing it to erupt for a moment, and it swirled around his hand. Excellent control. It was control that was probably above average for an academy student. He made a fist, where Bishamon had pointed a finger, and the energy started to gather there. Shortly after, his reastu would calm down and settle. It wouldn't be so easily visible anymore. It was nature'd, focused and completely in his control.

A grin appeared on his face.
"White Lightning," He said, was there a cocky undertone to his words? Almost like he was about to show off.
Opening his palm, the energy shot out backwards with his palm as the base. The straight beam that was the lightning energy was flying straight for Bishamon's chest. It was fairly big too. It had to be the largest he could make with his amount of spiritual power, which wasn't fantastically large. Despite the amount of spiritual energy, the likely unexpected attack would probably still sting quite a bit.

"Whoops~" He said, smiling. There wasn't even the slightest once of compassion in those words. They were either sarcastic or a joke all on their own. He would drop his hand just after firing that backwards shot, his head looking of his shoulder after it would have impacted. He'd look forward shortly after his first peak at whatever possible damage the caused.

Bishamon didn't feel like he was intimidating the kid or anything like that. But despite this, Hyuei was noticeably nervous; he could even be called terrified by the way he was acting. Visibly shaking did imply such. The kid took his time, which was understandable; this was training after all, no sense in rushing things. For all Bishamon cared he could take as long as he needed before attempting the spell, there was something about standing there in silence, letting the wind brush delicately against your face. And then his mind (as it often did) began to wonder. Thinking of what he would do after this, thinking about what he would do tomorrow. Pointless things, which had no real importance at the moment, but he was always like this. If he was left alone, he would either sleep, drink or relax, thinking about the most pointless things.

He then snapped back into focus, as he felt Hyuei spiritual pressure increase. He was ready to attempt the spell. It seemed that he wasn't going to take his advice about starting small and working his way up. Bishamon didn't really care, he was just giving him tips that may or may not help him, after all he wasn't a teacher, so for all he knew his advice was lacklustre at best. Although that's the way Bishamon trained, so it couldn't be all that wrong, probably just a harder way of doing it - strange how that works; Bishamon was someone who would try and find short cuts, and do as little work as possible, as quickly as possible, but it always seemed like he only made things harder for himself. Once again, his mind was wandering.

But not for long, as he noticed Hyuei gather up a fair amount of energy into his hand, Bishamon watched closely to make sure he was doing it correctly; although he wasn't exactly sure how to check that. But from where he was standing, he did seem to be doing it correctly; in fact it looked quite close to perfect. Hardly something he expected from someone who had been forced to take extra kidou lesson. Now all he had to do was pick a target and then fire the spell at it; which was also a difficult part of kidou, probably not as difficult as using the spell, but tricky none the less.

Hmmm, maybe this kid was just fooling around before. There was something different about his energy, more powerful, confident; nothing like he was a few moments ago. Bishamon smiled as Hyuei continued to gather energy, now it was at its peak. He was just waiting for him to release the energy, and if successful destroy one of the targets.

But another surprise occurred, instead of the blast heading towards the targets, it was heading straight towards Bishamon. He was completely caught off guard at first. But quickly flared his spiritual pressure, and instinctively stuck both of his hands out. The spell smashed full force into Bishamon's open palms, he was forced back by the strength of the blast, but his guard, or stance didn't falter. Once the spell ended Bishamon stood there, with his hands held out; looking quite badly burnt. He quickly clenched blew on both hands. "Hot...hot." He continued to blow on them for a few minutes until the worst of the pain subsided. The smartest thing to do in that situation would have been to dodge, but he was standing quite close to him. He was surprised that he was even able to raise his guard in time.

His head shot up to look at Hyuei, "Well, I gotta say, you have terrible aim." He said laughing. He wasn't one to think that the kid done that on purpose. But regardless he found the funny side in it. "But that kidou was very nicely executed. I couldn't have done much better myself" He continued to laugh, although now that he thought about it, that could have gone horribly wrong. Luckily Bishamon possessed the greater spiritual pressure of the pair, which did help him out a considerable amount.

"So I take it you've got the hang of it now? Except for the aiming part of course" He snickered once again.

"Aim?" Hyuei asked, blinking before turning completely around at Bishamon, "But I-" he started, completely confused. Hyuei was shut up completely when he was complimented. That almost never happened. Ever. Especially when it came to Kido. Had Hyuei performed a Kido? He couldn't remember.

"I did?" He asked, pointing to himself though he didn't want to be told no and that Bishamon was just joking. It felt good to be complimented, "Well, uh, hehehe" He said, scratching his head embarrassed. It felt really great to be complimented. "Thanks, Vice Captain Saitou-dono. It was thanks to your advice, I think," Hyuei clenched his fists and nodded. Bishamon was...Far away. That was a lot of distance just to watch Hyuei shoot a Kido, wasn't it? Oh well. Hyuei wasn't going to complain. Bishamon had to be a genius to help Hyuei perform Kido. Hyuei wanted to try and get more out of this.

"Could you, well, I mean...If you want, help me with a more difficult one? I could really use the practice and, well, err...I think, uh, you could help me, Vice Captain Saitou-dono." His eyes darted about and he gulped noticeably after asking. He didn't like asking for something from someone like Bishamon. It was like asking for something from a celebrity. As far as Hyuei was concerned, Bishamon must be an incredibly amazing and hardworking Shinigami. Someone excellent and loved by everyone. Hyuei wanted to be someone like that. Someone just like Bishamon. Great and smart and strong! Cool looking too!

"Maybe, well, a Binding one?" Hyuei asked, though he didn't know the forms, name or nature of a single one. He would probably need a short explanation if he was going to even try to cast one of those. It really wouldn't help that Hyuei was even more attention deficit than Bishamon.

Bishamon was pretty confused about the whole situation; it was almost like the kid didn't even know what he had just done. Was he being modest perhaps? Bishamon didn't really get that feeling however, it did seem like he generally had no idea what just happened. Not even a sorry for burning his hands. The feeling in his hands was more annoying than painful at this point, they were throbbing, he should probably take another look at them just to be sure they weren't too bad. He had been able to deflect kidou's before with his bare hands in battle, but when he did, the adrenaline was pumping, so the pain was almost none existent, but he always felt the drawbacks of it after the battle.

Then Hyuei asked about the way of binding, a Bakudo. It was only natural that once he learnt, or well attempted to learn a Hado, he would follow by wanting to learn a Bakudo. In Bishamon's opinion Bakudo's were more effective than Hado's. Hado's were useful, but they were flashy, and didn't really suit Bishamon's style of fighting. Although a Bakudo, which would result in holding someone in place, or blocking an attack or two, was much more useful.

Bishamon threw a smile at the kid. He might as well teach him a bit of Bakudo, considering he had already started. Perhaps his greater knowledge of Bakudo will help him out when he's trying to explain it. "Yeah, no problem..." He thought of the easiest way to do this. "Okay, I take it you've been taught Bakudo number 1 Sai?" That was a presumption, but when Bishamon was in the academy, that would be the first one he would learn, so hopefully it hadn't changed too much. "Okay, well first let's see what sort of skill you posses in Bakudo's. You can use me as the target" Bakudo's weren't really meant to cause damage, so being the target wouldn't be that risky.

"Whenever you're ready. Remember it's all about how you apply you're spiritual pressure." Bishamon didn't really expect much, but he at least wanted to know what he needed improving on. And then hopefully Bishamon would know how to address it.

"Ah..Ok!" Hyuei said, confidence slipping away and his usual pessimism was starting to creep back into his heart. Hyuei really didn't know that Kido. Bishamon may not have realized this yet, but Hyuei wasn't exactly attentive or adept when it came to Kido or even the studies related to the learning of Kido. He didn't even know how to start the Kido. Hyuei didn't know a single Bakudo. It wasn't that he chose not to learn them. Really, he tried to study. He tried to memorize the material and he tried to see how to do it by watching others...But, it just never worked for him. Just because you can watch someone bench 350lbs doesn't mean you will ever be able to do it just like that. Hyuei was just like that. He was a scrawny, inexperienced, no-talent, soft-bodied boy that was trying to lift a 350lb bar.

Realizing his ignorance, he couldn't help but panic. His ignorance turned to fear. Hyuei looked at his hands a moment then over at Bishamon. It would be alright, wouldn't it? "Errrm." He mumbled confused. Bishamon knew exactly what he was doing. The Shinigami helped Hyuei actually use a Kido at that! A Kido that he'd never cast before! If Bishamon could help him there, then following the Vice Captain's advice now should present the same, right?

Hyuei closed his eyes and aimed his right palm at Bishamon. He had his fingers bent and his left hand held tightly over his wrist. He was trying to calm his breathing-which really only made him think about why he was trying to calm his breathing-which caused his heart to race and his breathing to grow out of control. He started to sweat and could feel this nervous shiver run up his back at the possibility of failing. What if he hit Bishamon with something? What if he hurt the Vice Captain? Worse. What if he made Bishamon angry? Disappointed? Hyuei could feel the pressure on his back. It was so heavy. So cold. Something that he was so used to carrying. It was all self inflicted, but he didn't know what else to do with this situation. He didn't know what else to do with that weight. The weight on his back was probably the very anchor that harbored his progression. Afraid. Uncertain. Lacking in both confidence and concentration were all the resons that all he could do was fail time after time.

Standing there...Hyuei was just frozen in place. Minutes would have came and left. His spiritual energy wasn't even readable at this point. That was typically a skill reserved for some of the most talented Shinigami, but it was really because Hyuei just couldn't tap into his insignificant amount of Spiritual Energy and there was so little of it that it would take additional hardware just to detect a smidgen of it. His control was so bad, that he would never be able to cast something as he was. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot! Hyuei wanted it to just go. To fly out. To cast the Bakudo. But, even if he did have the control and energy necessary, he couldn't nature it. Bakudo were a little different than Hado and he wasn't one that was capable of using one and the other. He couldn't fine tone his energy to be a Bakudo. It was different than just blasting out his spiritual energy. There was a little more finesse and if there was one thing he was severely lacking it was finesse.

Hyuei just made a mental push and then opened his eyes.
Nothing.
"Bakudo...1...Sai?" He said, unsure, and there was still nothing. Dropping his hands defeated he hung his hands down and looked to the dirt. Not even a spark this time. It was even worse than when he tried the last spell.

Hyuei's confidence began to drop once again, it was quite a sight to see it change in such quick succession like it was now. Again Bishamon waited, hoping that now he could do a Hado somewhat, he would have an easier time performing a Bakudo. But this might not be the case, Bishamon knew plenty of shinigami's who had great knowledge and ability in using a Hado, but lacked the basic skills of using a Bakudo; and vice-versa. Bishamon wouldn't say that he possessed greater skill in using Bakudo, but he did focus the majority of his kidou training (which wasn't a lot) on Bakudo's only because that complimented his fighting style more than a Hado. But Bishamon did consider a Bakudo to be harder to learn then a Hado; with a Hado it was all about pouring how much energy you saw fit, and then dispersing it without much control over it. With a Bakudo you had to raise you energy on the point of impact, and then quickly you need to raise it once again to ensnare your opponent. That might not be the best way of doing it, but that's how Bishamon learnt and trained for it.

Bishamon stood awaiting the Bakudo, hoping that he would perform it successfully so that would be that, but by the sounds of it, he also had no idea what he was doing. He decided to think ahead whilst waiting. A better way of explaining how it worked would be beneficial, although it was hard to do so, it was like breathing, you just do it. You don't really think about it, and explaining how to breathe to someone is no easy feat.

The kid seemed ready, or well prepared to try it. Someone who was ready usually looked confident in his attempt, but this one appeared scared of even attempting it. And finally he spoke the words of the spell. Naturally Bishamon tensed his arms, he didn't really think about doing so; just a reaction really, but he didn't feel any pressure on his arms, the kidou didn't even make his arms twitch slightly. It seems that Hyuei was even worse at Bakudo's which Bishamon expected, but having this much trouble with one of the easiest Bakudo's would be troublesome to improve on.

Hyuei was visibly upset by his failure, he didn't even look like he wanted to continue, he was utterly defeated by the failed attempt. However, either out of pity or obligation to teach him, Bishamon wouldn't give up on him yet. "Pretty good first attempt, I definitely felt something!" He was lying, but boosting the kids confidence was quite important, so he didn't think he would do any harm. "I take it you haven't learnt any Bakudo's as of yet." Bishamon took a second to think how to explain this, he obviously done something wrong, but it was hard to tell what that was exactly. "Hmmm, okay try it again, but now trying to focus what you're locking in place; in this case it would be my arms. Focus your energy on them, and then try and disperse it evenly on both arms. Then try and raise your energy on the point of impact...Got it?" Bishamon nearly confused himself with that.

"Erm, okay, so try it again. Remember it'll take time, so don't be disappointed if you get it wrong quite a lot, we've got nothing but time" He said with a reassuring smile. He hoped his overly complex explanation would help, even if it was a little...

Somehow, through all his self-pity, Bishamon's encouragement reached Hyuei and cheered him up. He hadn't though he could do anything, but when Bishamon said that he definitely felt something the boy couldn't help but become a bit pleased with himself. He didn't feel so pathetic all of a sudden. That one white lie had a grand affect on Hyuei's short self-esteem.

"Really?" He gushed, an innocent smile on his face. "But it wasn't the full thing," He reminded himself, frowning after he made that clear. It wasn't a success yet. He was closer than he'd ever been though. He was happy with these results. He was happy with his instructor. "Thanks. I wouldn't even be close without you," He said, his words kind and generous. It wasn't like Hyuei to take charity lightly. He would have to make this up. One day...

The lesson was still in session. Hearing the advice and trying to make sense of it was a bit of a challenge for Hyuei. Spells and Kido was already his weapon point. He could definitely concentrate on something, like an object, if that was what Bishamon was asking. But just staring at something wasn't going to put it in a Kido...Right? Hyuei had to be misunderstanding. Looking up at Bishamon he couldn't help but feel that anxiety from before. The feeling that if he got something wrong that it could all backfire in his face.

"O-Ok," The confidence was lacking again, his eyes darted about and clenched and unclenched his hands. After a few seconds of mental preparation, he decided to try it again. Bishamon implied that it would be alright? Who knew better than Vice Captain. All Hyuei had to do was stare really hard and for a longer period. To concentrate. To focus. That was all that he had to do. If he could do that, then-The thoughts started to fade away. Slowly, all he was thinking about was Bishamon's figure. From the figure he saw a silhouette then from the outline he saw just the outline of the arms. Focus. Focus. Concentrate. Concentrate.

"Heh," A pleased chuckle as the young student tilted his head slightly. "Sai-" The boy said, his target Bishamon's arms. It was a quick cast at a stationary, welcoming target. There was hardly any chance it would miss. The partially cast spell was right on point and full powered. Bishamon would probably feel the low level Bakudo restrict both his arms and the restriction was slightly complicated. Almost like they were more than paralyzed. That his hands were being held by a dominating pressure.

The boy pointed a finger at Bishamon and, in an instant, a bolt of white lightning was fired for Bishamon's chest. After the energy was shot out, without a calling incantation even, the boy would name the spell, "White Lightning," He said, intending to strike down Bishamon with that attack. His voice was cocky. He was practically laughing at Bishamon after he fired that White Lightning. Pleased and enjoying the potential suffering that this Vice Captain was about to go through...It was great. Hold them down then fire. It was the perfect combination chain.

Bishamon wondered if Hyuei could make sense of the explanation he gave; it was fairly obvious that Bishamon wasn't the best at wording what he wanted to say, and that Hyuei's wasn't the brightest of students, which didn't make the best of combinations. But none the less, he waited once again for hopefully the last time, but he knew that wouldn't happen after seeing his first attempt. He tried to think of any other advice which would speed up the process, but then he would be contradicting himself, and he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he just hoped that Hyuei would be able to use what little knowledge he had on the spell to do it without much more assistance from Bishamon.

The airy silence once again fell, as Hyuei concentrated on the spell, but yet again his confidence was knocked in an instant. Bishamon sighed as he saw Hyuei confidence disappear in front of him. Maybe jumping straight into a Bakudo was too much for him, after all kidou's weren't essential to becoming a shinigami, even the squad eleven captain didn't use kidou's, although whether she didn't use kidou because she couldn't or she didn't want to, was up in the air. But thinking about something like that was a waste of time, he should probably be watching carefully to see what he was doing wrong, so he could help him out on his next attempt.

And then the young shinigami made an unexpected sound; a small chuckle. Not something you would expect from someone who was severely lacking in confidence. He could then sense that familiar feeling he felt not too long ago, when he performed the Hado. Was it the spiritual pressure perhaps? But he could feel a sense of callous coming from the kid, something which he wouldn't expect after seeing how innocent and nervous he was.

It seemed that this new presence greatly enhanced his abilities, as once the young shinigami said the necessary words, Bishamon's arms were locked in place behind his back, he tried to move them but it didn't give him much freedom. He smiled, it seemed he got it right, not only that, but nearly perfect. He was about to praise the boy, but then as he shot out a Hado; the one he already fired at Bishamon before no less. With Bishamon's arms locked behind his back he didn't have much means of defending himself, but he still had control over his legs, and that's all he needed.

Bishamon quickly responded to the attack; using shunpo he managed to get behind the kid, without getting hit by the Hado. As they were now back to back, Bishamon spun on the ball of his left foot, and then raised his right leg, and delivered a strong kick to the back of the shinigami. He concluded that either this kid was intending to do this from the start, or he had a split personality which would explain that odd feeling from him. But either one, he wouldn't let this slide unlike the last one.

"Huh," the boy said, realizing that his attack missed. There was no way that the Shinigami target was fragile enough to become dust after such a low level White Lightning. He slowly lowered his hand and he realized, through subtle sounds and flucuating shadows, just where the target had fled.

That information was grasped far too late. The kick was sent straight to his back tossing him forwards. There was some impressive power in that kick. He felt it deep in his back, but it wasn't anything to go crying over. A little pain wasn't bad at all. He landed quickly, rolling once and stopping himself as he was crouched low and skid. The boy stood up and cracked his neck with a quick jerk to the right. He rolled his shoulders together, as if stretching before a nice exercise. The boy didn't turn around so much that he just looked over his shoulder.

"Now, dumb ass. Before you give someone a class, you should be sure that you actually know what the hell you are talking about. Bakudo and Hado, I can use them both. Why don't you be a good little shithead and pass that on to whoever decided that I needed a remideal course. Maybe, you'll at least be a little useful today," He said, a white spark appearing at the tips of his index finger, which was the only finger pointed up. Another White Lightning? He could easily fire another, but that wouldn't get him very far if Bishamon could just dodge them, now would it?

"Can't believe they sent some garbage," He'd turn around and scoff at Bishamon. Was he seriously still bound by that kido? "You call yourself a Vice Captain, yet you carry yourself like a novice. You should have heard just how retarded you sound...Better yet, how you look!" He laughed, pointing the White Lightning at Bishamon. He wouldn't fire it, but it certainly looked like he was planning on it.

If Bishamon had the patience to wait, the white spiritual energy would vanish and he would have released the Sai that had been upon Bishamon's back. "Why don't you ask your Captain to find a real Vice Captain." A cocky smirk was on his face. Satisfied, even though he was the one that was kicked and had to roll in the dirt. Bishamon could attack him, even cutting him, and that smile probably wouldn't vanish for a moment. His opinion of Bishamon wouldn't get any higher. So stupid, ignorant, stupid excuse for a Vice Captain that would probably be dead in a year or two.

"I have things to do, I'm done with this unneeded lesson...Unless, you want more punishment from a Academy Student," He would start on his way, turning and about to start on his leave. His smirk became a grin and he would slip his hands in his pockets. Holding his head high, boasting infront of a power stronger than his own, and walking with the confidence of some superb student left this strange aura enshadowing the boy. There was definitely something different. He was the exact opposite of the nervous, respectful, stumbling student that Bishamon had first met. He was almost like a thug. A thug that could use Kido at or above academy level.

The kick connected a good connection with that. It did the job of grounding Hyuei, for a moment that was. Bishamon hoped that the kid would just stay put and reassess the situation, what was with this cocky, arrogant kid? He surely wasn't the same person from a few minutes ago. He heard about people having split personalities, but nothing this extreme. It was almost hard to believe, if anything they couldn't be more opposite, the kind, polite boy was now a cocky, arrogant, fucker. Bishamon wasn't one to be angered easily, but this kid was pushing him to his limits, he could usually take it from someone else, but not a student, who Bishamon had offered his time to, trying to teach him kidou. And he claimed that he knew Hado and Bakudo; which was painfully apparent, as Bishamon arms remained locked in place.

And now the kid’s insults varied, from the way Bishamon looked to his teaching style and even his skill level. Oddly enough a hint of anger could be heard in the usually calm, lazy shinigami's voice. "Well...That just won't do will it?" He stood tall and flared his spiritual pressure, with a jolt of his arms; he managed to free himself of the kidou which locked his arms in place. "A student talking to me with such little respect..." Truth is that wasn't what he was concerned about; he only wanted to give him a few punches and kicks right about now.

He didn't reach for his blades; he didn't want to kill the kid, just give him a good pounding. He wasn't concerned about giving him anymore lessons; he just wanted to blow off some steam. "Now here is an idea..." He cracked his knuckles, and kept his eyes fixated on the kid "Considering you're so proud with your skill in kidou...How about I give you an advanced lesson in it." He took a step forward. Bishamon then raised his right arm "Bakudo 14 Hanzennaseigen, binds the feet and the arms together. One of my favourites, let’s see how you like it." He stated with venom. "Bakudo 14 Hanzennaseigen!" This time he used the spell, and then darted towards the kid; not using shunpo now, but still gaining a fair amount of speed. If the spell did work he wouldn't need the assistance of shunpo to land a few blows.

He clenched his right fist, and with no finesse or style he attempted a right hook at the young shinigami's head, then he would follow up with a left hook aimed for the other side of his head; and then continue those two punches for however long time would allow. In any case Bishamon wasn't going to stop his combination of brawlers’ punches by his own accord, Hyuei would have to dodge, block or do whatever to stop the attack.

"Respect?" The shrill repeat of the question mocking. As if Bishamon had asked him if he would willingly swallow the barrel of a gun, "Are you retarded? Why would I repect a half-assed sword?" Laughing a moment as if Bishamon had told a hilarious joke. The spiritual pressure and even the threats were not taken seriously. Why should he take a half-assed Vice Captain seriously? Was a mouse ever intimidated by another mouse?

"An idea? Is that rare for you?" Interrupting with his disrespectful comment, before he listened to just what Bishamon was going to offer. A kido? A fight? Now this was going to be interesting. His grin grew into a broad, cocky smile. Normally, someone wouldn't smile when they were being targeted by a spell that would disable their movement, but what was even more strange was that he didn't bother even trying to evade. He knew better. The boy was an excellent sense of energy and character. Same with his talents. In fact, he knew what the Bakudo did before Bishamon gave his unwanted and unneeded explanation. This guy was just always giving the wrong information to the wrong people, wasn't he? He was practically an unwanted, dirty, used book that was better used for balance under an uneven table than reading.

The kido hit the boy and his arms would be bound and restricted. When faced with the Bakudo of his elder, stronger senpai, it was pretty much assured that he was going to be locked and captured there. Bishamon had a higher spiritual power, didn't he? Focusing his own spiritual power on the binding kido, the boy put his mind on the nature of the spell. Though there was a difference in power, there was also a slight difference in affinity and skill. Where Bishamon had spiritual energy, the boy had Kido.

The right hook came and struck home, pounding on the boy's head, to which he grunted painfully. Then, the next blow. The quick, demanding assault from the Vice Captain trashed the boy that couldn't fight back. He had his eyes closed as he was being puched and beaten. Blow after blow was just leaving the boy a mess as his skin started to bruise and split causing blood to leak from his face and wherever Bishamon's fury led his fists. Despite being pounded, pain wracking his brain, the boy was still able to concentrate. To concentrate on that spell holding him there. He was able to focus his own power upon the restricting power that Bishamon had fired upon him. Having never been in this situation, he had to familiarize himself with the kido.

It wasn't a strong surge of energy, nor was it clearly defined, but the boy was wrapping his own spiritual energy around the concentrated, binding kido at his arms and legs and making a "reversal" of sorts. To explain what he was doing clearly, if Bishamon's spell was a swirling current moving around his hands to keep the spell in place, the boys was a contradicting current beating at the larger wave. At first, Bishamon's spell would hold because there was simply a large difference in power, but...With time, that larger current would slow down until-

Bam! A heavy hook slammed into the boy's head. There was a crack that was either from his skull or his jaw or some bone inbetween. Something definitely broke or fractured. The bloody bruised face looked like it was a painted picture by some elementary child. However, shortly after that dangerous swing to the boy's head he cracked a single eye open, unable to fully open the other, and there was a wave of pressure as he released the Bakudo that Bishamon had cast. Not strong enough to instantly release it, as Bishamon had with his, but he still had managed to release a Bakudo of a higher ranked officer.

A cocky grin spread on his face. The world was spinning, it really was. The ground and the sky were inverted. He couldn't tell if they switched places or completely warped. Colors were changing and shapes were distorting. Bishamon wasn't what he once was. No. To this boy Bishamon had become a dastardly Oni; a horned demon with shark-like teeth, cat eyes, and crimson skin. This monster was matched by the shifting background that resembled a mountain landscape, to which the two of them were blanketed in snow. The snow under the boy was stained red by his own blood. He felt the cold, smelled the ice, and could hear the sloshing from it with each of Bishamon's movements.

As quick as a snap the boy's fingers were already at Bishamon, whom was directly infront of him, "Bang, bitch." He said, and the bolt of high voltage lightning ran free with Bishamon's chest in it's way. The boy had been lowered to being on his knees by the end of Bishamon's onslaught and it was a fair understatement to say that he felt woozy and like his head had been forcibly cracked open. The pain was everywhere, but it felt great. So good. He loved this pain. This agony. Why detest something that was so exciting? Something this enthralling? He couldn't help but smile, blood in his teeth, at this situation. Being beaten, by someone far stronger than him...It was wonderful. This snow painted land, which he wasn't even certain if it was real or not, was beautiful. It was all beautiful.

"That all you got?" He would say, expecting Bishamon to evade like a coward. Of course the Vice Captain wouldn't take the hit. He could dish out, but he couldn't take it. They were all like that. They didn't understand this feeling...This experience. They were dumb as shit, the lot of them. They didn't understand the joy of agony; the amazement in this borderline torture!

His fastest and best bet was White Lightning, especially against Bishamon's Shunpo. But, really, was that even enough? Drawing his sword was pointless. Bishamon would likely best him in half a heartbeat with the slightest amount of effort. Chasing after Bishamon's Shunpo was just as impossible. He lacked the training and ability to easily target Bishamon while his speed was this high. He would have to wait for the Vice Captain to slow down, or...He'd have to slow him down first. However, it wasn't completely at a loss.

He could at least combat Bishamon's Bakudo. Up to a point, he was confident in that attribute. However, he would likely be knocked unconscious before he escaped another unfamiliar bakudo, wouldn't he?

As he thought the first blow connected; it would have been quite impressive if the student did manage to break the kidou and then dodge or block the attack. But the kidou wasn't impossible to break, it would stay strong for a short amount of time, but like everything else it would weaken over time. However if Bishamon could finish the job quickly he wouldn't have to think about the kidou's strength, or how long it would last.

Bishamon had no regret or guilt in his calm expression as his fists kept smashing into the kids skull; perhaps he was going a bit over the top, perhaps there would be consequences to his actions, but he couldn't stop now, it was either a pride thing or he just didn't want to. He noticed something, under all that pressure from Bishamon's punches it was clear that the kids mind was elsewhere; could he possibly be thinking about a way to break the kidou? Despite this Bishamon didn't let up, he kept the power of his attacks the same, until. He heard a sickening crack of bone; did one of his punches break something? It wouldn't be surprising, he was getting a considerable amount of blows, it was quite surprising that he was still conscious.

It seemed that one of his eyes wouldn't open properly, unless he was doing that to look 'cool' although it looked far from cool. But suddenly a surge of spiritual pressure broke Bishamon's kidou, he broke it quicker than expected, but the majority of the damage was already done, by the look of the kid’s bloody face. Bishamon thought that now the kidou was broken, he would either run or go on the complete defensive, but neither happened in fact he went on the attack, a white lightening. He seemed particularly fond of that kidou. Not really surprising, it was in Bishamon's opinion the strongest Hado of the academy level kidou's, and the fact that it had the lightening element to it, gave it that 'cool' appeal.

Would Bishamon stay strong and just plough through the spell and continue his assault, or simply dodge the attack? Either one, the kidou wouldn't defeat him, and Hyuei probably knew this, true he got cocky and arrogant, but he was far from stupid. He probably knew that he didn't have much chance of defeating Bishamon, so why was he provoking him? To prove something, or maybe to test his own strength? It seemed odd. Bishamon decided he wouldn't allow the kid to hit him so easily, there was no need to get hit by something he could dodge, also there was no point giving the kid another reason to brag about something.

Once again Bishamon used his shunpo, to escape the white lightening. He re-materialized a few paces to the left of the student. Rather than attack once again he skipped back to get some distance between the two. He already blew off the steam he wanted to. Using the kids face as a punch bag did help a lot. Now he didn't really want to continue this, there wasn't much point, surely the kid would now either apologise or give up. But instead the kid’s cocky attitude remained, as he again began to provoke him, however the kid’s swollen bloody face took the sting out of the words.

Although the crimson red smile was kind of creepy, it looked like he was enjoying the sensation of pain. "You're one scary kid, you know that?" Now what else was there to do, could he really continue pounding someone that looked so beaten? No he couldn't at least whilst he stayed like that, he would have to wait for the kid to attack, his morals wouldn't allow anything else.

"Why don't you use that blade of yours? Surely you would have a better chance of doing more damage, no? Unless you're enjoying blocking my punches with your face." He said with a snide smile. Of course Bishamon didn't want to kill him, so he wouldn't draw his blades, but that was okay, he had plenty of experience of fighting shinigami's without his sword, it usually did make the battle more fun.

Bishamon glanced down at his fists, as they began throbbing somewhat, they were covered in blood, either from Hyuei's blood, or his own. Causing his own fists to bleed proves how hard the punches were. But what was more impressive was that the kid was still conscious. As he was doing before when he was teaching the student kidou, he was waiting, for either the kid to attack, run, defend, apologise or mouth off again.

He let his arms drop to his side, and his tall rigid stance took on a more slanted, relaxed one. He sighed "So...what's it going to be Hyuei? Run, hide, attack, do whatever, but hurry it up okay? I don't want to waste my time playing with a student who was placed in a remedial class, it would be pretty embarrassing for me, you know?"Truthfully he was secretly hoping that the kid would attack him, but if he were to run away, Bishamon wouldn't pursuit him. A vice captain beating up an academy student didn't look great, but it was for good reason, although a vice captain chasing a student through the seireitei would cause quite a lot of commotion and unwanted attention.

OOC: PM me if this isn't alright

IC: "Kekeke," A humor enthused chuckle. The horned ogre was calling him scary? With those saber fangs that were over his mouth, those black, leathery wings, and that lime green spiraling tattoos that colored his arms and neck and he, this boy, was the one to be feared? It was hilarious! Losing grip on where he was and what was once the truth, he was completely engulfed by his warped perception and took it for exactly what he saw.

Slowly, black little tree sprouts were growing out of the snow, each and everyone glazed with blood. They almost looked like glossy christmas trees, only that they were without the green spines that your typical pine had. They were withered, haunted black spires that were making this pure white land corrupted by their dark, bloody appearance.

The disgusting Oni dared to say that he needed his sword. Like he needed his sword to slay a demon. That was just luducris. Did a fisherman need a sword to gut a fish? No. He didn't need anything so extreme. Not to contuine this when it had become so absolutely amusing. His head throbbed in agony and he felt like his clothes were soaked in a warm, sticky unfamiliar substance. He couldn't see it though. Was it an invisible color? Looking down for only a an instance there wasn't any blood. It was only on his nose as far as he could tell. To think. This dumb ass demon only managed to break his nose. How weak. How feeble! There was no way that he would need to use a sword. He had more pride than that even if it were necessary.

The boy put his hand on the hilt of his weapon, a broad, bloody smile on his face. Almost too broad. As if he were holding himself back from uncontrollable, manical laughter. He would quickly withdraw the weapon and, if he wasn't downed right then, he'd throw it on the ground as if it were some unwanted trash.

"Don't need it." He said, covering his mouth as he stumbled forward a few steps. He looked like he definitely didn't have enough. A few broken bones? Possible concusion? His grip on reality slipping? This was just getting started. There was no way he'd lost his momentum and there was no freaking possible way he'd appologize to an idiot. He'd rather eat dirt than stoop that low.

"Hyuei? I get tired-" He said, interrupted by his having to hold his head and chuckling more as he stumbled a few more steps, "Of being called that. My name. Is Tataki," He would then slam his hand on the ground, "Reel," Hyuei said as he cast Hado number 2 upon Bishamon. The Kido was cast perfectly, right upon Bishamon's body with the intent to quickly surprise him and snatch him, and his quick footedness, directly before Tataki. It was probably not expected, with his hand being slammed in the ground randomly like that. As if he would do something completely different.

This was growing into an annoying game of chase-the-mouse and Tataki didn't like that game at all. He liked to squish mice under his foot. The Reel could probably be resisted with enough pressure and force, but that would supply a long enough distraction, wouldn't it?

Whether that Reel worked or not, Tataki crouched low, his hand still on the ground, and lifted up his left hand which was starting to emit a noteworthy amount of his spiritual energy. It was white at first, spiraling towards his palm where a red orb was quickly growing. Hot. It was getting warm enough to melt the snow at his feet. The non-existant snow, anyway. He was concentrating his power and focusing his ability to his palm. He was going to form a spell ways stronger than his White Lightning, though even he couldn't predict if that would have any major effect on Bishamon. He was only going to concentrate this one. He did still have to hit Bishamon and, quite possibly, Hado 2 may or may not be enough.

"Let the swallow chirp at its finest and emit its power: Hado Number 3 • Crimsion Strike," A Kido he had never performed before. One that he was casting completely upon memory and knowledge. It wasn't that he was the sort that needed extra practice to grasp a kido in the first place anyway. As that red, hot energy was building in his palm, in preparation for when Bishamon was within 4 feet of his body, he'd release it as his final trump. His body was positioned perfectly for the eventual throst towards the incoming Bishamon.

Being as capable with Kido as he was, he was still in horrible shape. His vision was blurring, probably because he really couldn't open that other eye or because blood was in his eyes, and he felt so light headed that he honestly thought the sky was spinning. But, still, with all that pain and all those factors, he pressed on. It was almost inhuman concentration and focus that guided him. As if the desire to win was so heavy that he honestly was pushing his body beyond it's limits.

Bishamon couldn't help but notice the kid’s strange behaviour, perhaps he did go a bit over the top. He wasn't going easy on him when he was repeatedly punching the kids face. It wouldn't be surprising if he had a concussion or something more serious. Although he still wanted to teach the kid some respect, he wasn't willing to dish out any permanent damage so it was probably best to end this little scrap now, rather than continue it until something really bad happens.

When the kid claimed that his name wasn't Hyuei this further backed up his worries. Maybe it was too late; maybe he had already inflicted too much damage on him. He should have known as soon as he heard that crack when he punched him. That must of broke something important; Bishamon was no medic, nor did he know much to do with it, but when something near your brain takes damage that can never end well.

So now Bishamon knew fighting back would be impossible, he still didn't like him, but killing someone over a petty squabble was a bit much. But how would he put an end to this, Hyuei or whatever he called himself didn't seem like the one to listen to reason, so knocking him out would be an option, but that would probably cause more damage. He could always run away, but against someone like him, that would be a terrible idea, he would never be able to live that down. He sighed as he couldn't decide what to do.

"Alright kid..." Before Bishamon could finish what he had to say, he felt himself being pulled towards the kid. He was too caught up in thought to hear what spell he performed, but it only took him a moment to realise. Well, there isn't too much point struggling. Bishamon didn't expect him to fire another kidou in such short amount of time, it was a good combination, so that would be the smart thing to do, the reason for him not expecting it was simply because he didn't believe that he had enough energy left. Regardless of that, Bishamon had to think of an appropriate counter. He didn't want to give the kid the satisfaction of laying a single attack on him, if he did manage to do that, Hyuei would never learn respect, well that's what Bishamon thought.

Just before the young shinigami finished his chant, Bishamon started one of his own as he was being pulled towards him. "The pillar of heaven falls, damn thy fate. Crush the wicked. Hado 17, Smite!" A large, purple octagonal block appeared, slowly making its way forward. It was a Hado although Bishamon found it more effective as a shield; considering its slow speed that's all it really could be used for.

The beam that the student fired clashed with the purple block, causing a loud booming sound throughout the area, also sparking a small explosion. Once the dust settled, there was a crater of considerable size where the two spells collided. It was impressive that the Crimson Strike cancelled out the Smite. Maybe Bishamon was holding back intentionality? Maybe the kid was more skilled then Bishamon thought? But that didn't matter, all Bishamon wanted to do now, was put an end to this. And he thought of something which might help.

"Now, let's end this shall we?" He said as he stood calmly quite close to the student; thanks to that reel that he used. He raised his left arm "Demons below limit the one before me in your arts. Hanko-Nensho!" He hoped that with his kidou severely limited that he would stop fighting, although nothing was certain with this one.

"Now, that spell has sealed off your spiritual pressure. That means those kidou's you’re so proud of have been quite limited. You could probably still cast a few more spells, but the power of them won't be worth my time." Just by looking at the young shinigami he didn’t look like he would be more effective in hand to hand combat, which was the only option he had left. And Bishamon preferred hand to hand combat anyway, kidou was good and all, but there was nothing like your fist making contact with another person’s face. “Now you should get yourself cleaned up, you’re a mess. I’ve got places to be.” He then walked straight past the kid, and continued to walk away. He didn’t give him a second glance, but he didn’t completely lower his guard. If he attacked he would be ready, and if he didn’t Bishamon would continue to walk off.

Bang! The colors and the crashing of energy was elaborated by his overactive mind. A wave of colors cloaked in a silky aurora that spanned out. The effect was broad enough to change the entire environment. The snow was gone, even the bloody portion, and they were standing upon the wet slosh of an enormous puddle that was covering an endless bed of green, crisp grass. The grass was only an inch or two in length, but it was the healthiest tone of earth-green that you could ever seen in a plant. The water ontop of it was a crystal transparent that looked cleaner than drinking water. The smells of cut grass, water, and mud replaced the frigid smells that he formally had taken in and where the cold once was he was left only numb. Numb of the current change in temperature. The numbness was, what he figured, due to the cold of the last environment...But that numbness was a great deal more real than the illusions his delusional mind played out for him.

That Oni or Ogre, he couldn't exactly tell anymore, was starting to get very blurry. All that Tataki could see clearly was the serene wet grass that soaked in it's warm bath. The blurry creature had managed to block his attack with an attack of it's own. Some large sort of stop-sign had been thrown at him. What color had it been? It was definitely red. Red just like a stop-sign.

"Tsk," The words in the spell that were cast by Bishamon were familiar to the younger student. Bakudo Number 2 and an effective one in this case. It worked exceptionally well on someone with less spiritual power than you before casting. Tataki prepared to cast the White Lightning before Bishamon finished his words. All he had to do was point...But, he somehow wound up raising his hand very, very slow. Almost as if for dramatic effect his arm was raised and the white spark of the building energy could be seen at the tip of his index and middle finger, the only two fingers extended, as he prepared to fire. If he would have just shot it up faster then he would have had a better chance but, with that sluggish raise, the Hanko-Nensho beat Tataki who was a league being in the spell casting process without even the intention of an incantation. The White Lightning was cut short the moment Bishamon's spell wrapped a dirty coil around his spirit.

It was impossible to cast now. White Lightning needed too much power to go fire off with a restricted ability. Tataki just dropped his hand. Coward. Sealing up his powers in a fight? Looked like this Vice Captain could only strike someone that was bound and restricted? A fair fight was too difficult for him, wasn't it? "Fuck..." Tataki said, moving his hand to his face, covering over both bloodied eyes, as he smirked. That smirk became a low, frustrated chuckle. Eventually, he was starting to laugh.

This fight was definitely lost now, wasn't it? "Hahahahaha!" He laughed, leaning forward. He felt like his brain shifted a bit by the quick jerk forward, "Ha!" He finished it with a nice, loud yell. He kept his hand on his face as he stood straight up and without looking, decided to compliment Bishamon's advice, "Better not slow down, Saitou." There was that sharp, confident air about his words. As if a possible threat was implied from those words. He would fall down into a cross-legged sit as he would put his hands on his knees.

Damn...I have to remove this restriction...But while restricted... He thought, a challenge that he did not feel up to at the moment. It was yet another spell he'd heard of, but didn't have any practice in. Once he removed the seal he'd worry about medical. It didn't look like he was going to attack Bishamon anymore. It had been a very smart observation to note that the boy's pride was his Kido. Throwing away his sword, allowing himself to beaten, and using spell after spell...He was a spell natured fighter. If it had came down to a fist fight it would have lasted seconds in his current state and he'd already thrown his sword aside like some trash wrapper.

Heh...That was fun. It was pure honesty. The violence, the blood, the Kido and even the banter; it was all too much fun! From the beginning to the end it was a match that he'd remember for a long time. Because, from here onwards he only had to improve. To improve more and more. Even with his head possibly broken or opened somewhere, he was completely fine with this outcome.