Post by Osamu Shimazu on Jun 18, 2017 13:08:39 GMT -5
His stride was speedy, each step overflowing with purpose. He was, as much as he didn't like it admit it, in trouble.
Despite his extensive training in swordplay and his ever evolving battle experience, it wasn't enough. His mind would never be capable, he feared, of drowning out that wretched spirit of his. As it were, he'd only just recently gotten accustomed to the nightmares that refused him sleep; now, any time battle diverts conscious thought, he falls prey to the paralysis even while awake! These occurrences drove him bad and hindered his abilities in all wakes of Shinigami life. Something had to be done about it. Either he would learn to drown out the nightmares, asleep or otherwise, or he would learn to function independent of them. Either road he viewed as the long one. This was an uphill battle no matter how he looked at it.
Drowning out the nightmares, as his recent interaction with the female Quincy from Karakura proved, was beyond his current skillset. Naturally, the only option left was to learn to cope and function through an episode. The only way that would be possible would be to not only to induce an episode through combat, but to force himself to fight through the terror as best he could until eventually, the action proved second nature. Who better to help him with such a task than anyone from the Fifth Division? The combat experts! If all went as he'd envisioned, the expertise of the Fifth Division would not only induce an episode, but keep him on his toes and "in the moment," with enough urgency that his only option is to fight through what would otherwise render him immobile and unconscious.
Off duty, Osamu opted to don his uniform nonetheless. This was his free time and he wanted to set an example for anyone that may happen upon this impending training session: a Shinigami's road to self improvement never stops. Osamu, certainly, seeks always to improve himself. To master swordplay, combat tactics, conversational tact, planning, and anything else vital to daily functions of a Shinigami of the Gotei. He would stop only when he was in optimal shape. When his blade is finally conquered.
"Oi, what are you doin' here," came a rough and particularly unwelcoming voice a few paces from Osamu, "huh?! "
He stood at gated entrance to the grounds of the Fifth Division. He explained that a few days prior, he'd send out a bulletin looking for someone in the Fifth to sponsor an official Fifth Division training. He'd wanted to test his mettle against the famed fighters of Seireitei. They snickered to themselves, granting him entrance to the grounds, teasing that they'd next see him carried away in a stretcher to the Third's grounds. Osamu himself almost laughed.
He made his way through the Division's grounds, taking little time to explore the unfamiliar territory. As expected, the grounds were of simple design, nothing complex. With his sense of intuition, then, he managed to find the expansive training grounds in no time. He'd never met his combatant before, so he chose to observe the going-ons until his training partner was prepared and present.
Yamato Kameyama, the name echoed in his head. We'll just have to wait and see what you've got, won't we?
Despite his extensive training in swordplay and his ever evolving battle experience, it wasn't enough. His mind would never be capable, he feared, of drowning out that wretched spirit of his. As it were, he'd only just recently gotten accustomed to the nightmares that refused him sleep; now, any time battle diverts conscious thought, he falls prey to the paralysis even while awake! These occurrences drove him bad and hindered his abilities in all wakes of Shinigami life. Something had to be done about it. Either he would learn to drown out the nightmares, asleep or otherwise, or he would learn to function independent of them. Either road he viewed as the long one. This was an uphill battle no matter how he looked at it.
Drowning out the nightmares, as his recent interaction with the female Quincy from Karakura proved, was beyond his current skillset. Naturally, the only option left was to learn to cope and function through an episode. The only way that would be possible would be to not only to induce an episode through combat, but to force himself to fight through the terror as best he could until eventually, the action proved second nature. Who better to help him with such a task than anyone from the Fifth Division? The combat experts! If all went as he'd envisioned, the expertise of the Fifth Division would not only induce an episode, but keep him on his toes and "in the moment," with enough urgency that his only option is to fight through what would otherwise render him immobile and unconscious.
Off duty, Osamu opted to don his uniform nonetheless. This was his free time and he wanted to set an example for anyone that may happen upon this impending training session: a Shinigami's road to self improvement never stops. Osamu, certainly, seeks always to improve himself. To master swordplay, combat tactics, conversational tact, planning, and anything else vital to daily functions of a Shinigami of the Gotei. He would stop only when he was in optimal shape. When his blade is finally conquered.
"Oi, what are you doin' here," came a rough and particularly unwelcoming voice a few paces from Osamu, "huh?! "
He stood at gated entrance to the grounds of the Fifth Division. He explained that a few days prior, he'd send out a bulletin looking for someone in the Fifth to sponsor an official Fifth Division training. He'd wanted to test his mettle against the famed fighters of Seireitei. They snickered to themselves, granting him entrance to the grounds, teasing that they'd next see him carried away in a stretcher to the Third's grounds. Osamu himself almost laughed.
He made his way through the Division's grounds, taking little time to explore the unfamiliar territory. As expected, the grounds were of simple design, nothing complex. With his sense of intuition, then, he managed to find the expansive training grounds in no time. He'd never met his combatant before, so he chose to observe the going-ons until his training partner was prepared and present.
Yamato Kameyama, the name echoed in his head. We'll just have to wait and see what you've got, won't we?
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