We take up a blade...
Who: Kuchiki Rukia ( snowwhitesoul ) and you~
What: Sparring practice!
Where: Her Place of Solace, Mount Koifushi
When: Early Afternoon of February 2nd.
Warnings: Potential violence/sparring.
It had been weeks since she'd arrived in Promenade, and between the chaos of Ichigo's capture and the efforts to plant the seeds of rebellion between Jarlaxle-san, Stark-san, and so many others, Rukia had neglected her training something terrible. So she rose with the sun, fixed her mask to her face, summoned up a small breakfast and left Ichigo with another coded message to let him know that she was going to spend the day training. She would be in her Place of Solace if he needed her and still reachable by PORTAL.
She'd burned through the early morning with kidou practice, turning standing targets and moving ones alike. Every hour she'd push herself into newer spells - Rikujokoro and Soren Sokatsui - rolling the incantations off her tongue till they flowed through her mind without effort, the imagines and the swift mental twist of reiatsu becoming second nature. After a brief break underneath a long, leaning tree, she picked Sode no Shirayuki up from the reverent place she'd laid her against the tree and began with simple sword katas. It felt good, to just feel the strain of her muscles moving and burning in time with her breath. To move with the assurance of long-remembered steps, the feel of the grass under her heels and the springy earth yield to the weight of her foot. To shut down all irrelevant thought and just become the motion and the poetry of movement.
Sunlight sparks on the cutting edge of her zanpakutou as it splits the air with a keen whistle, invisible enemies cut down one after another as she moved.
What: Sparring practice!
Where: Her Place of Solace, Mount Koifushi
When: Early Afternoon of February 2nd.
Warnings: Potential violence/sparring.
It had been weeks since she'd arrived in Promenade, and between the chaos of Ichigo's capture and the efforts to plant the seeds of rebellion between Jarlaxle-san, Stark-san, and so many others, Rukia had neglected her training something terrible. So she rose with the sun, fixed her mask to her face, summoned up a small breakfast and left Ichigo with another coded message to let him know that she was going to spend the day training. She would be in her Place of Solace if he needed her and still reachable by PORTAL.
She'd burned through the early morning with kidou practice, turning standing targets and moving ones alike. Every hour she'd push herself into newer spells - Rikujokoro and Soren Sokatsui - rolling the incantations off her tongue till they flowed through her mind without effort, the imagines and the swift mental twist of reiatsu becoming second nature. After a brief break underneath a long, leaning tree, she picked Sode no Shirayuki up from the reverent place she'd laid her against the tree and began with simple sword katas. It felt good, to just feel the strain of her muscles moving and burning in time with her breath. To move with the assurance of long-remembered steps, the feel of the grass under her heels and the springy earth yield to the weight of her foot. To shut down all irrelevant thought and just become the motion and the poetry of movement.
Sunlight sparks on the cutting edge of her zanpakutou as it splits the air with a keen whistle, invisible enemies cut down one after another as she moved.