New position, Old tactics (NK)

Sayomi decided today was none other of a better day to train. Especially under her new captain and partner Sansuka Setsune. She stood there stretching herself out. The first time being here so fresh. Somewhat sad but also hilarious. How silly it was that she held in so much and held back what she could have been sooner. Even to the point of breaking down and crying. The immense pressure of his power alone crushing her to the floor practically. However despite still being quite far behind she had gained much strength and thus she felt ready. Ready to train and to gather skills she needed. Still despite it all she didn't want to kill, something inside of her may had but she didn't. The good thing was that she was able to fight at the very least. Knowing that it was difficult if not impossible to harm Sansuka. This gave her the ability to go all out without worry. Not to mention his carefulness which would easily get himself or herself out of the way incase of any trouble.

Finally she stood ready smiling kindly as always but not hiding as she was. Still something itched her mind. Something small but not insignificant or easily ignorable. Not a name or a face just a sound. She wasn't even sure what sound it was as she had never heard of it before. All she could think was to ask upon it when it becomes loud enough to hear. Until then she had no idea if it would even stay. Let alone be able to explain it. So muffled yet prominent.

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Sansuka stepped onto the field. His foot steps making the clacking noises as he kept his soft smile. Each of his arms were tucked into the opposite sleeve as he finally came to a halt. He would stand there facing Sayomi. San's Shihakushou began to flutter lightly at a breeze that seemed to roll in at the most opportune time. As they stood, basically squaring off, Sansuka would say nothing. It was training time. Time for less talk, and more action. His eyes closed as he allowed his sixth sense, Reiatsu sense, to guide his movements. He could see every living being with in the Seireitei so easily. So sparsely scattered across the Rukongai. He focused himself in on this position, and where they were. He could see himself with ease and the power of Sayomi as well. It would be easy enough as well. With his eyes closed he would stay standing, saying nothing. Instead, he was prepared for any attack, anything at all that she could throw at him. Hell, he didn't even need to dodge really.

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Sayomi waved over to him. Despite this supposing to be serious she still wanted to be kind. Soon enough she gathered out the sword of hers. Her face still unchanging from it's smile. She was gong to take this seriously, but her way to fight was her choice. If she wanted to do this while smiling then who's stopping her? Still as she readied and made a steady position she looked onto him. Gathering up a muster that she could she ran up to attack him. This time no flashy moves just straight up slash at him. Sure this was easier than anything but she wasn't trying out how to look cool. She wanted to see just how strong and fast she had become. As she'd slash forward multiple times, each time she planted her feet down. Each time she kept that balance with her. Occasionally she'd mix things up with a jab towards him. But generally she was aiming to hit him since she understood any less was pointless. Hurting herself would only hinder her capabilities. Especially now since she needed to get better faster. She needed to get to a higher position. She wanted to be able to protect him as much as he did to her. So in turn just as she was attacking she was doing this to ensure not only her safety but one day his.

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Sansuka watched Sayomi wave and then prepare herself for a barrage of attacks. Her movements seemed so slow and so barbaric compared to what Sansuka could do. In fact, as he watched her move his mind began to wonder to his childhood. The days he was learning to preform a Kido in fact. It was late in the day and he had already been training for several hours. His eyes were weak and tired. His teacher looked to him and spoke about how he was weak, useless, and nothing more than a hotheaded child. He was provoking him, and that was something that young Sansuka never took well. Young Sansuka had charged forth with his Asauchi and preformed a barrage of slices in almost every known direction fathomable with secret stabs mixed in to try and catch his teacher off guard. But of course the child missed every attack. It was his last thrust that his teacher pointed his finger towards Young Sansuka's shoulder and muttered something before suddenly he was thrown back by a force which sent him skidding across the ground. It was so powerful that some of the tiles themselves were torn form their placement as young Sansuka dug his feet int o try and stay standing.

That very attack was the simple first Hado learned by many who used Kido. It was this moment that young Sansuka knew what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to learn these mystical arts and preform these fantastic abilities by simply pointing or making hand gestures. The moment he felt that push of force he knew in his heart that this was what he wanted to learn. He wouldn't shirk his lessons on the other skills he had to learn, but it was this that he wanted to learn first and foremost. A gentle sigh came from young Sasnsuka's mouth as he grinned brightly and charged once more. It was this distant memory that he saw in Sayomi now. The memory that he himself had done exactly this move in an attempt to strike at his teacher but failed miserably. It was this moment that he learned his true calling in the ways of the Seireitei.

With this in mind, Sansuka would watch Sayomi finally close to with in striking distance. As expected she began wildly swinging her blade in swipes. Every slice Sansuka would take a single step back with out even getting his clothes clipped. He barely moved at all in fact. His arms still tucked into the opposite sleeve as she began to mix in stabs as well. When a stab came towards Sansuka he would simply side step and avoid it with ease. His speed would make it seem like to Sayomi that her attacks were merely passing through him with out even causing harm. As if he wasn't even there or just a ghost. Every step kept Sansuka the same distance from her. Finally she neared her last slice. As she began to preformed it Sansuka seemed to instantly be to the right of Sayomi with his right pointer finger on her shoulder. It was then that he uttered a simple sentence.

"Hado no Ichi, Sho." His words would echo through the area and Sayomi would most likely only now realize that a Kido attack was being used. Because of his strength he scaled the attack back far enough so that it wouldn't kill her. In an instant she would be flown back with enough strength to force her body into a spin in such a way that as she spun around her body would turn horizontally and continue spinning at great speeds before finally striking the ground and rolling back towards the wall. By the time Sayomi would have gathered her senses and stood up Sansuka's arms would be back in their opposite sleeves and simply stare at Sayomi. A simple stoned expression on his face.


((Learned Sho))
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Watching him dodge the attacks so flawlessly drove her further on. Not to beat him or even out rank anything he did. Rather it let her know she could push her limits without ever worrying to accidentally hit him even once. She could go to the point of pure determination and it still wouldn't hit. This let her take all odds on head first. She could try out just about anything. Test just about any kind of possible move. His reaction and dodge would still be the same. Continually she striked toward him. Her moves didn't seem to be bashing or barbaric. If anything it was like the grace of a spear and less like a sword. She still had the sword in hand but her technique was made proper. The elegance going forth wasn't for show however. It indeed was a true way she fought. Fighting blindly with frustration never solved the attack. It was too sporadic and could damage herself rather than her enemy.

As she watched the blade seemingly go through him it was always noted no blood ever was spilled. He always seemed to dodge it whether her eyes could see it or not. Soon enough perhaps a bit out of amazement she felt something on her shoulder. Just as her head turned towards him the sound of the words came. Another one of those, was all she could think in her mind. Soon she was sent flying back, rolling and tossing. Once hitting against the wall to stop a groan came from her. she took a moment to wobble for a moment before getting back up and holding the sword tightly in grasp. Despite still feeling a bit dizzy she gave a grin once more. It was then she thought back to what he said. What he did she couldn't quite figure, other than the single finger used on her for it.

Taking that into consideration, she'd somehow have to learn it by being able to not only focus and have her hand on him but she'd have to recite the words. She already had her struggles with this language barrier. But she wanted to learn to do this right. But first thing was first, she had to somehow be able to put a hand on him to channel it. It occurred to her in thought that he had plenty of speed to dodge anything she could toss to him. But perhaps rather than having to get near him she could think of something to use it on. She looked to the Asauchi for a moment then held it out in a manner pointing towards him. Her hand holding the handle to aim while the other pressing to the back end. She focused a stance to hold herself down. Finally she had to say the words right. Knowing that she didn't have to yell it, just say it.

A small breath taken in as she begun to try to repeat the wording. "Hado no Ichi, s-slow...so...?" He shook her head and began again. She could remember the first part due to what she had learned many months ago. "Hado no Ichi show...snow..." She paused giving out a sigh with all the whispy tones. It was then she took up arms once more and focused again. This time she felt ready. "Hado no ichi, Sho!" She spoke which caused a pressure to form into her hand before she let go of the sword and drove it forward with the hand pushing it. Like a gun it could burst forward towards him, still slower than him but still a unique way to use it. Of course the ricochet from it had her needing to step back and bare grounds. But even so with it and her stamina training she had confidence in the move being useful perhaps in the future.

Grabbing it or having it miss would just serve for her to call it back to her hand grasp without movement. She was learning to use her environment and not just herself or opponent. Many would have felt defeated or enraged by being slammed into a wall but somehow she felt excited. She was learning more attacks, more ways to get better. Once it was finally back in her hands that small sound resounded in her mind. It had gotten just a little bit louder. Of course she still couldn't make it out yet. With being able to do the Kido she jumped up in joy cheering on.  "I did it! I did it! Did you see that? Oh my gosh I did it, I made it do what I thought it could!" She exclaimed in some joy. A cheerful smile with a slight blush of excitement.

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{Learned Sho}

Sansuka stood there as Sayomi began doing something, odd. She seemed to be muttering to herself. Sansuka paid no mind but kept his body ready and still. It was then that a sudden burst of Reiatsu came from Sayomi. The burst had been a Sho? Sansuka lifted an eyebrow in intrigue as the sword sped towards him. As it neared his body he would simply sidestep to let it pass partially by. It was then he'd grab the hilt of the blade, preforming a total three sixty spin to bring the blade barrelling back towards Sayomi's feet. He timed it perfectly that it would strike the ground, standing up, between her feet with out hitting her. Sansuka would then speak up finally.

"I'm surprised you managed to reproduce a Sho with out teaching you the technique. You're quite skilled at Kido. I'm quite happy about that. But this is not the time for celebration. You must celebrate later, when we're finished. Because now, is training." He said as his eyes narrowed slightly. His body seemed to glow with just his raw pure murderous intent. It was then he started walking forward, his body keeping in pace so slow and elegant almost like a Lord from the feudal era. Sansuka would continue walking his slow pace as his mind hearkened back to the day he learned Shunpo. Oh how amazing that was. He was fighting with his teacher in brutal combat. His own skills being tested just like Sayomi's. The teacher her had was a brutish man for Zanjutsu and Houhou. He was very strong and buff looking. He was perhaps intimidating to most simply by size alone. Sansuka was determined however, and wouldn't let something as silly as a large bestial man stop him.

Sansuka was always determined in such a way that he could tear the world asunder to make sure he did what needed to be done. And when all else failed, he knew he could switch off his moral compass with ease if it meant saving the ones he loved. It was this determination that allowed him to burst through and learn all sorts of things normally impossible for someone of his meager strength. That was back then, when he was taken to learning everything and being gungho about it. Ah the old days of partying a little and then training nonstop for the rest of the time he wasn't being taught something. To some he didn't live a very good life, it was filled with training for most of it. But then again that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to become the strongest person he could and so that was what he set out to do. Lucky for him, he managed to make it pretty darn far. Sansuka was now basically in front of Sayomi when he'd preform a simple knee strike to her stomach. If it connected it would send her flying high into the sky. He'd then walk back to his spot and prepare for another bout. Partying would come later.


[40/165][Utsusemi]
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Watching the sword cling to the ground she paused her party but was still slightly giggling in joy. Hearing the appraisal didn't help this. It just served to make her smile wider. Even if the celebrating was over it still meant she did it nonetheless. Seeing him in a murderous scowl let her know another attack was coming soon. All she knew to do was brace herself for impact, there'd be little to no time to grab the sword anyway. Soon enough it came without a second to blink. A knee to the stomach, why'd this feel so familiar? Still she was ready and had braced for impact as it sent her flying. This time however she wasn't practically choking up her gut from the sheer power. One she was able to grasp her boundaries she seemed to fold out to reduce falling speed. She kept her eyes towards him awaiting his next attack soon to come. Her body facing down and her arms and legs outstretched. She almost looked like she was gliding, but naturally she was indeed falling. She shook her head and gave a small wheeze of a laugh. It was somewhat hard to breath with being kneed in the stomach to the sky after all. But she was able to catch her breath soon enough. She almost seemed to be having fun. Not that she enjoyed pain, but rather she was happy to be learning. She always loved an active life, even if this wasn't what she had been expecting. In a thought to her mind maybe making an easy slow moving target wasn't a good idea for training. So instead with the height she still had left to fall she decided to tilt her body the likes to a bird which cause to her swerve left and right. She tried to make the pattern mostly scattered and despite still being slow she tried to give no room to follow. Of course in her mind she knew he'd easily keep up, but she still wanted to try what she could to be better than just giving up. So many times she did such and it only made things worse, so it was time to shake things up and really get the ball rolling.

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Sansuka watched as she slowly floated down to the ground. How odd that she decided to act all, odd and bird like. It was almost amusing to him. But he shrugged the muse off and focused on the training at hand. If he was going to properly train her he'd need to beat her into the ground. Well, not literally but still. He sighed slightly as he positioned himself at the perfect space. It was now that he was remembering the day he was fiddling with Shunpo. It was that cold day where he was being beaten into the ground much like Sayomi. It was odd how her spunk and natural talent reminded him of his younger days so much. Perhaps it was just the fact that he was an old codger and liked to think back on the old days. Or perhaps it was the fact that someone needs to reach a certain level of combined dots to reach the eclipse of what is needed for Sansuka to remember how to preform a simple attack. Either way, his mind wandered endlessly to the day that he was trying to use Shunpo. After he was flown into the sky by shear force at least twenty stories high he managed to force his body downwards by using Shunpo. Of course he couldn't cover as great a distance as he'd like so he had to use it multiple times. He needed to remember that moving with Shunpo wasn't easy. It was a balance between Reiatsu, speed, and control. It was something he rarely got to use. Simply because he was so strong normally now that his standard speed was sufficient. His eyes would close as he remembered the technique that his teacher used.

His teacher had seemingly not moved at all. It was odd, but yet, in reality he had moved behind young Sansuka. It was almost as if he used a type of technique to create a kind of clone. It was that technique that made Sansuka realize how Shunpo could be used. It could be used for all sorts of things but that was something he never realized before. It was astounding to say the least but mind boggling at best. Sansuka had remembered what his teacher said about using Shunpo. He remmebered that it took exquisite control to be able to use shunpo to it's fullest. Something that even Sansuka now wasn't able to do all that often. It was something that was rare for his own ability to manipulate his speed in such a way to create clones of himself. Well, that wasn't true. He learned that back when he was still so young and inexperienced. Back in his day he learned so many techniques that he wouldn't use for a long time simply because he had no need for them. It was only now that he was stretching his mind as it were to use older techniques to not only teach Sayomi but remember them himself. Sansuka's body was old, his mind was wise, and his body was as strong as ever. Sure, he didn't look all that old but he was. Being of eight hundred years or so was something of an accomplishment for some simply because most Shinigami died so young from fighting. It was now that Sansuka opened his eyes to see Sayomi was now falling slowly directly next to him. With a swift movement he would plant the top of his foot into Sayomi's stomach once more. This would send her flying backwards and into a wall with enough force to actually create a crack and recess in the wall. He wasn't trying to kill her but he was definitely going to shake her up and push her to her limits. There, he'd stand where he was. But of course he wasn't an unfair teacher. He'd walk over to her Blade and fling it back at her so that she could catch it.

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Gliding down just seems so pleasant, seeing the sights that surrounded her. More new students coming in to the school she had recently graduated from. Many of the old students she knew who unfortunately didn't quite make the cut. But it was all in good mind and thought. Those who couldn't pass were obviously not ready for a true battle, just as she once was. Hiding all those secrets behind a false smile. Not to trick anyone but herself back then. Of course now with many things coming to light she felt better. Stronger and happier, that was just the tip of how she felt now. Soon as she finally reached the end of her fall to hit the ground she was kicked right back into the air. Not quite as high but definitely far. Straight into another wall but this time harder. The cracks and thud surrounding her ears. A cough came from her as she stayed in the wall for maybe a moment to get a sense of balance. Soon enough she came too and moved her head to look back to him. A smile returning again though it seemed somewhat tired. It's not like getting kicked in the stomach twice feels any good. But seeing the shine of the blade tossed toward her caught her attention quickly. Grasping the handle she pushed herself from the indentation shakingly. She shook off some of the rubble hunching over from her back. After a moment of breathing and somewhat rest she went on to run up to attack again. Sayomi striked on and on. She didn't want to use up all her energy using Kido left and right. After all she wanted that for her speed. She wanted to get faster, maybe even one day keep up with him.

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Sansuka could see her smile. Ah the smile that made him so happy. When ever she smiled it just light up his world. But he wouldn't show it during training. No, training was mean San time. He sighed lightly as she came in for more melee attacks. It seemed she didn't want to use her Kido that much. How odd. Every strike was dodged with ease. It was as if the movements were going so slow they were just, well, slow. Every dip, every dodge, every single attack was so easily dodged that Sansuka felt maybe he should try to get someone else to spar with her for a little bit. But of course, this allowed him to critique her stances and take advantage of any mistakes she made. Ah the joy of being so strong and training someone. With ease his body lifted up his right hand and barely extended his right index finger out. As he turned to face the other way Sayomi's attack would bring her to stand directly to his right where that pointer finger's knuckle came gently tapping into Sayomi's left shoulder. It would be enough force to send her rocketing backwards. If she was smart, she'd clamp her feet into the ground or maybe even her sword to stop her from skidding across the ground. Sansuka's eyes would close as he didn't say anything. Instead, he simply prepared for the next onslaught of attacks. He wanted to show her exactly what it was like to get stronger. And so far, she was doing extremely well. His eyes stayed closed as his memories picked up. His mind began to wonder and remember the old days. It was then a voice broke his memory.


'Are you going to just beat her up all day until she breaks?' The voice echoed in his mind almost. Sansuka would respond in kind. 'No, she's nearly out of energy as it is. I'm going to keep pushing her limits until she gets too tired to stand.' His mind was now ravaged by thoughts of what he'd do after she was too tired to stand. A plethera of thoughts which involved hugs as well as caressing touches. It was this that send his mind ablaze with happiness. Now, he had to beat her down first. His arms would relax to his sides as he thought. His mind hearkened back to the days of training when he was beat down only stand up. He needed his own teacher to knock him out forcibly to stop him from training. Even when he couldn't stand he would find a way out of shear will to stand up. It was something he had that perhaps made him not know how to give up. But that was the old days. In his old age, kind of old anyway, he knew when to quit. But he never would. He would instead find a way to belay the inevitable and simply wait for assistance to arrive. His eyes would flutter slightly as his thoughts reached out of his mind. Several thoughts of training and relaxation. It was things that filled his mind repeatedly. But now, he spoke out to Sayomi, because it was nearing the time of which they were nearing completion of the training for today.

"Sayomi, You're getting quite fatigued. So, make one final push. Do the best you can in one last attack. Any attack you want. Put all of your effort, all of your energy into this attack. Make sure you push yourself to the limit." His body would turn to face Sayomi now as his eyes remained closed. He was remembering the one thing that his teacher taught him. Utsusemi. It was a technique that his teacher used on him. It was mostly a move to throw off the opponent. Sansuka felt it was a good time to use it, considering she had to pour her strength into this last attack. It was then that he pointed to his stomach, about where his belly button was as he spoke. "Strike me here with all of your power." His eyes remained closed as he started to gather his Reiatsu into his feet. It was more than a normal shunpo's worth. It was so much extra in fact that he would move at speeds even beyond his own normal ability. Considering how fast he was, it would do something fantastical and amazing. But then again, it would do the same for Sayomi if she learned the technique. That wouldn't be until much later however. A soft sight came form Sansuka's lips as he relaxed every msucle in his body. It was then he lowered his gaze and eyed Sayomi. He examined every bit of her and every movement. He wanted to make sure she was using her full potential at this last attack. Throwing everything she had at him. She needed to exhaust herself in this last attack. It was nearing the end of the training and Sansuka had but one goal.

This goal was to make Sayomi fall to her knees with no energy left to stand. Why would he aim for this goal? It was simple. In a sense, he was not only training her to fight better but he was training her to increase her stamina. By pushing her until she could no longer stand it was pushing her stamina to the utmost limits. This would increase it as well as give her something to work for and train. It was more or less a two pronged attack. Sansuka's mind once more faded to another thought. He thought back to the amazing time he had at the waterfall cave. Oh how he cherished every second of it. It had been quite a bit of time since he had told her the words he wished to tell her often. Perhaps too often that they would lose meaning. And so, he would take his time and say them only when he thought it was right. With this in mind he prepared for the oncoming attack. He would open his Shihakushou so that his stomach was visible. She had a pint to aim at now. A perfect position to strike and the perfect opportunity to do so.

171-Learned Utsuemi

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Sayomi continued her attacks, not one of them did she swing without reason. Each piercing blow meant to hit but knowing she could not. Perhaps she'd need someone of equal pursuit to aid her training. But she didn't seem to want that. She wanted to be trained by him, with him. Just as she always had been. She wanted to be closer to where he stood, not standing beside similar victors. She wasn't going forward out of the need to be the best out there. Sayomi went forward in her fight to one day aid him. She was struggling, but she never struck out of anger or frustration. Sayomi swung in a motion alike to a dance. No music just flow, nothing out of regret or sorrow. It was as if this wasn't torture, it was a dream. Even as he closed his eyes she continued to strike non-stop, not giving an inch of room to herself for error. However her breath was increasing in sound. She was becoming exhausted and it was very apparent.

With the tap on her shoulder which she had no time to expect she was sent flying back. Boy was she getting knocked flying so often one could mistake her for a falling leaf. Still as she was sent back she knew her feet would just trip under her. The only idea and solution she could come to was her sword. Those sounds becoming louder, still muffled though. It wasn't distracting, if anything it was trying to tell her something. That sound that she couldn't hear somehow connected. Her mind looking to the sword as she stabbed it into the ground, splitting below her. The rubble drifted aside as she finally slowed to a striking halt. She sighed for a moment dropping to her knees as she held onto the hilt. Breathing heavily she looked up to the blade. Then looked to Sansuka.

Hearing him speak as she was knelt down gave her a moment to breath. She then took in a gasp and pulled herself to stand. It wasn't as stable as before but she still stood. She knew she was fatigued, she knew she was tired. Still just as he said she needed to press on. One final push, a final attack before she could finally drop. She took a moment before giving off a nod and smile calmly. She pulled her Asauchi from the ground, it was only barely an inch deep seeing as any further and she would have flinged from her grip on it. She still wondered what the sound was but now wasn't the time to question judgments. She gathered up a muster of whatever she could. Holding the sword with both hands in a heavy hold. She wasn't willing to let it go now. It was then she charged forward, no wavering or any of the sort. No tricks or side line attacks. She followed to strike straight towards him. Right where he mentioned with no excuses. The way she held the sword was like a staff in hand, it was the correct position but she still had that sense the weapon wasn't the right form for her. Still that also would have to be situated later after this. She rammed forward and soon as she was able she'd use all her speed gathered causing dust from the line she was tossed from to kick up. Sayomi then jabbed forward in a single last attack, her speed immense enough to gather a wind against it to be tossed forward along with the dust trail behind her.

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Sansuka appeared to have not moved. For an instant, perhaps faster than visible possible, Sansuka's image seemed to flutter just slightly. It was then that Sayomi's blade pierced his image. It would slide in through his stomach with ease, the blood tainting the blade. It was at that moment that blood started to drip slowly from his mouth. After perhaps, a few seconds Sansuka would place his hand on Sayomi's left shoulder from behind her. He'd then speak out softly once more. "Where are you looking, Sayomi-chan?" He asked as the image would now disappear in an instant. Almost the moment she would hear his voice the image would have disappeared. It was not a cruel trick but a test. He wanted to see how she'd react to finally taking that hit she had been trying to achieve. Sansuka would then wrap right arm around the back of her neck as his left arm would sweep her off her feet by resting at the back of her knees.

Sansuka's eyes would close slightly as he would move her close enough to speak. "I apologize Sayomi. Oh and, Sayomi." He said looking at her in the eyes as he smiled brightly. "I love you." He'd say before gently moving in to give her a soft gentle kiss. His face gleaming brightly as he'd start to walk off towards home. Training was over and now, it was rest time. A good session of long tight cuddles was in order.

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Sayomi watched the blade pierce the target that was him. For a moment she paused mostly in shock. Seeing the blood she wasn't even sure what just happened. As soon as she heard his words she immediately dropped the blade. Oh she wasn't smiling anymore. She wasn't angry or frustrated either just in shock. Everything in her mind silenced at an instant. The image now stained as she just seemingly starred off. She even halted her breath from the gasp. Soon as she was picked up and carried she blinked maybe once. Everything just seemed so fast, or maybe that was her mind slowing things down. Either which way she felt dizzy and somewhat sick. She wasn't ill however, no her health was fine in that aspect. Rather she was just overwhelmed, using so much energy only to end up with that picture. It looked so real that she had to double and triple take it all. "San...s?" She said in a tired and croaked voice.

Just as soon as his apology was finished and he mentioned the next sentence everything seemed to return to normal. Or so she thought as her body went limp leaving her head to flop to the side. She had seemingly passed out. It wasn't the fact of blood, blood was normal. She's seen tons of it before even from her family and friends. Organs and tissue as well were fine. She's seen and worked on just about anyone she had to. No the reason she KO'd wasn't blood, she was both exhausted and shocked. After all she never had harmed someone on purpose, especially avoiding to kill them. So seeing the image just sent it far overboard. She needed to see this of course. But unlike her body which could take beating after the next, her mind was such a fragile piece. Certainly needed work to mend. First battle she was crying, and the second she had passed out. Perhaps third time's the charm. But for now she needed rest and recovery. Maybe some good consoling as well. She still have a long way to go. She was able to take down an enemy, but certainly not someone close like he was too her.

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{EXIT}