Tree top brawl.

The late afternoon breeze swayed, the dense branches of this very ancient tree. The giant Shinigami swayed with the branches, this monster uses the trees. To train improve his freakish sword style; but this afternoon felt different, Dage felt someone very powerful spying. From a distance Dage could not tell who it was, or what their purpose was; the creaking bark sang in to the crisp air. A song that could only come from a chaotic wasteland, Dage needed to stay open to the fact that the power coming from the spy, was beyond a student it felt more like a caption? But a hit of blood rammed its self into Dage's nose, could this spy be a killer like Dage him self, Dage took four steps out toward the edge of the branch.
Turned to the trunk of the tree, his left foot was about fifteen inches from his right his Knees bent at a almost perfect forty five degree angle. He slowly lowered his massive center of gravity, about five inches lower to the ground. Griping the scabbard, withdrew it from his side. Shifting his upper body to increased his over all power.

Though Dage was a brutal killer he was also a swordsmen. Dage quickly grew from his time as a berserker, into one that mastered many styles, but battōjutsu was one that Dage built his style from. It was this ideal that drawing ones sword, was meant for attacks that one should not have a moment of weakness. But this style had weakness ones that Dage, could not have so he evolved it. From an execution tool to a weapon of pure war.
Dage slowed his breathing, closed his eyes. his left hand floating above the handle, his right hand griping his scabbard. This was the very moment where, the world around Dage became dead quiet nothing seemed to be alive. Dage lower his left hand on to the handle, Harumagedon was warm to the touch. Dage's grip on Harumagedon was tight, as for the attack called for it, any looser and the wrist would be broken. Time seemed to slow to almost a crawl, Dage stepped as he drew Harumagedon from his resting place. cutting the air as Dage charged forth, stopping only four feet from the massive trunk. Reshelthing Harumagedon, slowly till the click echoed through the woods; as Dage walked away from the trunk of the tree, anther sound was soon in ear shot, at first a creaking but was chased closely by a sound. Of what only could be described as a thousand bones, snapping at once. Twenty five feet of tree fell to the ground; Dage still felt the spy lurking, he was about twenty five feet away. Though Dage didn't have the speed to flank him, Dage could lower his reatsu to appear behind the spy.
Dage slipped out of sight, almost as if he vanished; the trail of reatsu was barely noticeable enough to follow. If a fight was to ensue a battle of true swordsmen would cut scars into the world around.

Ahh, what a bright and Ravishing morning, a great time for some tea a Croissants or Maybe even a Scone, It was up to Shenkai. Shenkai thought it would most likely be a great evening to go on an nice stroll along Seiretei and The glistening rays emitting themselves from the Milk colored full moon brought Peace and Justice to the Soul Society and warm feelings to hearts all over the place. Shenkai slowly seeped out of his Division quarters, he was making sure everyone was done for the day and Clarifying that all of his paper work was done. Shenkai closed the door to his Division and Placed his hands deep down into his smooth silky material pockets, Slowly beginning his evening walk down the lovely Seiretei.

His feet hit the ground with smooth footsteps, not making even a fracture on the smooth, Seemingly marble floors that made up the beautiful Sereitei. He walked by a few women that were having tea and winked at the two, Showing his affection towards their beautiful looks and The two women giggled, Liking his affections. Shenkai then passed by two Shinigami training with each other and he greeted the two with a caring smile, Taking a liking to the fact that they were spending some spare time training instead of goofing off.

“Great Job guys” He said, congratulating the two for training. He showed the two a few techniques and brought quick smiles to their faces, After all, Many Shinigami admired Shenkai and thought he was either the coolest, smartest or nicest Captain within the Gotei 13, with some admirers thinking he was all three. Shenkai then passed by some vandals that were trying to cause trouble within Seiretei. He quickly Shunpo’d in front of them, showing his mastery with Shunpo and taking the vandals back to the gaurds and having them thrown out of Seiretei, pretty much sparing the two buffoons and watching as they were thrown out by the righteous and respectful guards. The two guards apologized for not paying attention to the vandals. “It’s no problem Gentlemen, next time though, just try to keep an eye out. Hell, even I make mistakes doing my duty sometimes.” Shenkai replied with a smooth, calm smile. He continued to allow his feet to tap abruptly back and forth on the grounds of Seiretei as he continued to walk along and continue to feel the cool night breeze.

As he continued to walk he came to an abrupt stop, tipping his head up and looking into the blissful skies of the Soul Society. He then flash stepped onto the top of his Division quarters, Crossing his legs and sitting down, Beginning to enter the inner world of his Zanpaktou. As he entered into the world, he saw nothing but space. “Welcome” a voice said, booming across the fields. It was Hisaki, His Zanpaktou. “Hello Hisaki, Good to see you." ”Shenkai replied. “Ah you to Shenkai, it’s always good to have a visitor here, So, What brings you to thy Presence today?” “Ah, Just coming to ask you for a little advice.” “Really? What would you like to know?” “A Kido, I want to create my own, how can I do it? I’ve tried several times, but they were only failure attempts, And I have no idea how to perform enough Reiatsu? Energy? Flash Steps? In order to do so. Im just sort of lost” Shenkai explained to his Zanpaktou. Hisaki brought a graceful smile across his face and walked calmly to Shenkai, in a heroic type manor. He carefully placed his paw onto the Area of Shenkai’s Heart and he looked him in the eyes.

“Use your heart Shenkai, Use your mind and most of all, use me” Hisaki replied with honesty and trust within his deep green eyes. Shenkai agreed with him and returned back to his body within Seiretei and as he kicked up his leg and got back onto his feet. Shenkai then hopped off of his Division quarters building, going inside so that he may fix himself up a lovely spot of tea. He prepared the bubbling hot tea within a kettle and he poured it ever so gently into a tea cup, the brown liquid dropping out of the kettle with intense speed and seconds after making him stop pouring the tea. After he was finished he placed the kettle back into a safe place and sipped on his tea, taking a moment to remember what Hisaki had told him. Flames began to arise as the moonlight began to shine in an even brighter manor and it seemed as if the blistering moonlight shined upon Shenkai, as if he were the Hero of the story of his life, Oh wait, He pretty much was of his life that is.

The Moon began to set and The Sun slowly began to rise, as Shenkai took a small morning flight with some wings that he had smoothly created out of fire. It seemed as if he was flying for a while, which he was. It came to be bright afternoon time, he then landed down to see another captain on a treetop. “Hey Dage, up for a bit of training?” he asked, eager for a fight.

The question seemed to sing in the ears of Dage, a fight was a time killer and would offer some type of fun out side of blood shed that seemed to follow Dage like clouds hiding the sun from the world. with almost a demonic smile Dage did not speak a word for words were pointless and actions were deadly with out changing his stance Dage drew in a attacking slash at the midsection of Shenkai Soterro but quickly changing grips to follow up with a massive downward slash that held more force the a falling bowling ball. An attack such as what Dage used was nothing but a big counter, both strikes and land if the one is blocked also if they both are blocked three other strikes can be employed in a chance to draw blood.

"lets see your fighting spirt shall we."