The two halfs train...

It would now be drawing toward mid – day as the sun would be shining brightly over head as a gentle breeze would be pushing Brink’s hair into his face as he would await patiently the arrival of his training partner for the day… Roland Ootsutsuki, he would have been the man that would be capable of truly keeping up with him in any manner other than the kazekage himself. As brink would lick his finger to turn the page of one of his many worn out books the edges of the book seemingly fading into the weathered cardboard that would have been the backbone that held the pages that seemingly was the only thing in Brink’s life that could truly put a smile on his face any longer, the characters coming to life in his mind as they would dance across the pages their actions bring emotion after emotion to his mind yet all these emotions would fade away when and if he could sense the man coming toward him so that he could finally see truly just what indeed they were going to train this fine day..

He would have been dawning a rather simplistic style of clothing today that being two black chackels that would have been the binds that held him in the prison that formed him into the monster that many people would have grown to fear, a black shirt to represent the emptiness of the soul that no longer seemingly inhabited his body, which was shrouded by a black seemingly leather hoodie that he would have had the hood upon his head to keep some of the sand that seemingly would be blowing out of his face as he would enjoy his peaceful read and part of what was his old mask hanging seemingly where is sideburns could be seen and slightly covering his bottom lip. The lower half of him would be covered by khaki cargo pants which was paired with his favorite pair of combat boots being a dark black in coloration though these articles of clothing seemingly would obscure his movements, he was so used to dawning them in combat before he would have gotten his skin tight body suit that they were almost as if his skin when he would train within them truly only helping to keep some of the weight he gained off him shedding far more drops of sweat in these than in his normal attire.

Therefore, as we would await his partner sitting under a tree his mind would be full of excitement and happiness, excitement for he was finally getting to know a little more about this man who called himself the bishop the first time they met and happiness for truly deep within his soul he felt relief that he would be once again finding a home for himself and finally he could even only for a moment escape the darkness that was shrouding his once wonderful personality in a layer of toxic emotion and disarray…

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TWC - 501

Bishop walked slowly to the training ground as he reflected on the previous events, he had grown so strong in such a short time and advancing ten years certainly hoped. He was still puzzled by that, upon awakening his Bankai, and learning his Zanpakuto's name 'Balingrad' he had advanced ten years, did this mean he had shortened the mortal coil upon which he walked, or no? Balingrad would not tell him, probably could not, and the other option, the newly sealed Yang part of the Chromei was the rudest being Roland had ever dealt with. Thinking of asking that Bug caused Roland to shudder visible as he walked towards the training ground. Today the Ninja wore few things, on his body naught but a pair of baggy cargo shorts with more pockets than fabric, the dusty khakis did nothing to hide the numerous tattoos placed on his entire body, most of them were in fact seals but a few had not been converted yet. Upon his face, a horizontal slash of purple fabric hid one of his eyes, the right eye to be exact, it was a new one and while even his Tenseigan was a secret he did not want to give everything away. The black and red eye would surely draw attention after all, he would simply have to master a way to shut it down but until then the cloth worked to stop at least the chakra drain.

Today he was to meet with Brink, the newer addition to the village, this ninja was to spar him today and hopefully receive some training. Roland, code named Bishop long ago, was looking for someone to teach the ways of Nen after all and this boy had already impressed it. Odd as it was to call him boy, as it was not long ago Roland himself was one, but it fit the best considering the current age gap. Roland shifted his feet, they were covered only by cork and hempen rope that he had made himself from Puff's bounty as it was called, and looked directly at the training grounds as the sun drew to mid-day.

It was there he saw Brink approach and decided to intercept the masked ninja, Brink reminded Roland of himself in many ways but appreciation of a mask was chief among them. Now it seemed as if they would share even more than the new addition of the Chromei, now they would share the art of spiritual energy, Nen.

"Hail Akarui, time to get these beasts in line and get your spiritual energy pumping" Roland would state in a loud, clear voice so it could cross the training grounds to where the other ninja was. There was a large grin on Brinks uncovered face, stretching from cheek to smooth cheek and widening the soul patch on his chin. It was a good day and Roland felt the vast amount of good energy flowing through the village, he was more relaxed than he had been in years.

501 WC

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As not only would he feel the presence of Roland appear on the grounds that would be sacred for getting closer with your fellow ninja and surpassing your current limitations, brink could hear his distinct foot pattern walking toward him from some distant away it would be hard for him to exterminate the smile that would have been cascaded across his face since he could hear that peculiar ringing within his ears his excitement would have seemingly been ready to explode at the thought of finally being able to enjoy a little training once again though there was something in him pushing his emotions also into being excited for the possibility of gaining a new comrade and that being the light known as chromei seemingly a beast of nothing more than compassion and forgiveness emotions that brink had long lost in the past after many tragic events that lead the man to never truly believe in those words or that anyone was truly capable of having them truly embedded within their soul. However, as Roland would have finally stopped moving toward the other edge of the training ground and would have shouted, Akarui’s eyes would have already been on him and his legs moving to get up placing the book safely aside the tree he was once sitting by though he knew it wouldn’t get damaged in this little training exercise he couldn’t be to causes with his newly found abilities not fully mastered yet… there were to surely be many surprising events that would transpire throughout today.

“Ah I couldn’t agree more Roland, it has been to long since I was able to enjoy a little training and these beast truly do need to learn their place wouldn’t you agree.”

With that Akarui would have cleared his mind and his face becoming once again the emotionless expression that it usually was as if he wasn’t quite yet entertained. Though after seeing him beat the beast that now resided within the two he still couldn’t quite feel if the man was strong or not yet for if the beast was under the control of that weak master than who truly knew how strong the beast actually was capable of becoming or how strong it was to begin with… However, none of this would matter for brink would have already seemingly made the first move as soon as Roland would have begun shouting the tree that was supposed to have been behind him would have been speeding toward the man at an astonishing SS rank speed & power spiraling like a football headed toward the intended receiver, the wind that would be coming off it would be enough so that it would seemingly be causing a tornado like effect at the tip of the tree as if it was ripping through the air itself as it would fly toward the man that would have truly been the first greeting that the man would have sent Roland to show an example of his ability for what was making new friends if not a great memory to remember them by…

Therefore, with that the book would have been sitting next to a twenty meter wide hole where brink had uprooted the tree to have thrown it using his right hand to launch it after taking a mere step to increase a little balance for him to use so as to give it a sharper form when thrown. His left leg firmly planted as his right one would have twisted with his hips giving him a pivot like stance as he would watch the object spiral toward the man his grin indeed was still on his face for if the man would manage to dodge this it would prove he was worthy to be in the small circle that brink was developing and if not well it would have at least been an interesting man while he lasted… Therefore, brink would take a split second to readjust himself into a rather relaxed stat as the twenty meter long and wide tree would fly toward the man. His body and mind ready for a battle if it were to begin with this action and prepared to laugh at the end of the day for truly this was his childish manner and it would show that there was indeed hope for the man to change even if only slightly…

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TWC - 1,232

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Roland would look quizzically as his mouth was open, his words would continue coming out however, as he brought his hands together at a speed two ranks higher than his sparring partner's mind could process. While he knew that he would eventually register this, it would probably be too late as a blue portal winked into existence in front of the middle of the tree, the portal was quietly made and was smaller in diameter than the tree itself, the tree was about twenty meters tall, it was a squat one with a trunk twenty meters in diameter as such the other ninja would not even notice the portal opening until after the tree had passed through it, well, part of the tree. The core would fly through the portal whilst the rest of the tree continued on wards towards Roland. As Roland moved at the same speed as the tree he had ten meters, or about a word to jump up behind the portal he had created. The portal was about twenty five meters in front of him, seven feet in diameter allowing Roland to easily run and talk through the tree keeping pace with the tree and being careful enough to keep pace with the portal through the tree.

The split second that Akarui had relaxed the portals were made at an insane speed in tandem, the other one of course being two feet above Brink, angled to hit the ninja in the back of the head with part of the tree he had thrown. Roland would have done it from directly above but that would have squashed him, so he settled for behind the ninja and angled downward. Roland doubted it would kill the other ninja, but he also doubted that he would not feel the lump. As the tree fell behind him Roland would dismiss the portal and hop from the edge of the thrown tree back to the ground. The Ootsutsuki would mockingly dust himself off and look at his opponent, if he was still in a position to speak Roland would politely wait for him to finish and reply "A bit more warning next time." If he did not speak of course Roland would react differently, wary of the strong boy who launched foliage at him without warning. Roland would be sure to land in the same space, forty five meters away from Brink.

Wc: 901

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As Roland would have reacted to the man’s spiraling tree thrown at him brink would have been slightly slow to the gun in reacting as he would see the man seemingly spring from the front of the tree jumping on it as he would hear the whistling of the tree that he had just thrown swiftly coming toward him or so it would seem being able to hear the faint echoing of this before it could even coming out of the portal brink would rather react to this than anything else that would have been transpiring around him though he had truly no clue as to where the tree was coming from their was one thing that came to mind in the mere seeming instants that would lead the man to have been shrouded within a black seemingly plated armor with sharp edges toward the elbow area and that of his hips. Though brink wouldn’t truly have been able to avoid it or rather he felt it was unnecessary to do so it would reveal one of his secrets that he felt Roland was worthy of seeing, his body even though seemingly getting heavier would actually do the very opposite giving him a rather interesting sort of “enhancements” one could say.  

Therefore, as the seven meter wide tree hunk would seemingly fly out of the portal just at the same instant that the man would have seemingly erected his Corpse collector he would seemingly instantly close the gap between the two men as he would in the same instant that he would have activated his armor he would have leaped toward the other ninja, if he didn’t avoid the tree completed with the sudden burst of speed that he would have had it would be a rather tight space as to what he truly would have been  hit with for moving at a rather astonishing speed he would have stopped himself twenty meters in-between him and the other ninja, his breathing shallow and his eyes seemingly empty. The young ninja would have narrowly avoided a rather nasty clonk on the head simply because instead of relying on his sight like most individuals he was one rather that would reply on his other sense first giving him just the right amount of warning of the incoming tree to have avoided it for seeing as, as soon as the portal would have opened the wind noise that was coming off the tree could clearly have been heard slightly above him  instead of from the seemingly twenty seven meters that it was in front of his target to begin with making it easier for him to react to begin with and avoid the danger that was headed toward him.

“Well that was rather close Roland, you should give someone a warning if you are going to return their gift back.”

His statement would have been said after he would have avoided the danger that he was in or at least survived it if nothing else. Therefore, brink would await to see the man’s next move cracking his left index finger as he would await a reply if he would even get one from the man that seemingly would have sarcastically dusted himself off after avoiding brink’s first attack. This man would already be proving to be rather tedious and annoying to deal with though if it wasn’t like this it wouldn’t have been any fun for brink to begin with as he would have stopped himself with his left leg in front pivoting with his right digging it deep into the earth seemingly sending a boulder at the man moving at X rank speed as the original portal would have closed just before it would have begun to fly at roland spiraling ten feet off the ground at a steady pace it would have only been ten meters in radius, as this would have transpired after his leap that was lead with his right foot being the one he pushed off with his left foot trailing short after…


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TWC - 1,907

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The tree would solidly thunk into the back of Brink's head, the tough armor was up however and would shield him from most of the damage just knocking his head forward not even with enough force to think of whiplash and leaving just a few cracks. This of course caused the forward dash to be non-existent however the armored ninja would still be able to speak, his voice not even faltering. That of course meant negligible damage, of course Roland Ootsutsuki had expected this from his opponent.

"Tsk, It is what I do, straight forward power attacks will not work on me my new friend" Roland said his stern voice holding the hint of a smile, he was enjoying himself. Of course as he said this he withdrew his blade which was an odd opaque blue, Roland wondered if there was a sport akin to what he was about to do next. The sword was in his right hand, a firm forward one handed grip held the blue handle in place, the cross guard seemed to be melting into his fingers and his one eye glinted as the sun began to descend behind him. The blade's hilt had changed from the dark blue from when it was drawn to the red by the time it was readied in his hand, which of course happened at his locomotive speed.

WC- I unno
TWC - 1,236

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Brink would let out a slight sigh as he would draw his new found blade known as Yamato from its scabbard at his locomotive speed and would have it in his right hand with a solid one hand grip with his hand resting seemingly relaxed giving his blade a slight tilt in alignment with his body in front of him, his hand being placed perfectly within the center of the hilt of the blade giving him enough room for many different options when it came to fighting with this new found blade.
He would have his feet still spread quite evenly apparent as he would look at the man now standing still forty five meters away from Roland he would await the man’s next move after letting a single sentence exit from his mouth in preparation for the upcoming battle of the seeming swords…

“Well my friend it was more to test your abilities rather than truly hurt you. However, I hope this sword battle proves more fruitful than that of a simple tree throwing match…”

With this a smirk would come across brinks face with joy as he would eagerly await the next move of the man that was in front of him with his sword drawn there was so many possibilities it seemed to brink Brink into a frenzy of excitement and anticipation…

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TWC - 2,132