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When it came to Orchid Sky, there were many obstacles in the process of learning it. One had to have almost perfect control over their reiryoku while simultaneously gathering and molding the energy in order to execute the spell correctly. It was like a Bakudō in the sense that the one using it had to be calm and still at the beginning before springing the assault. A complete mastery of one's self is what it took.

Kagurazaka Shimesu, practically the only member of the Kidōshū, sat alone in the training grounds, contemplating. How should he go about the spell of the say, Tenran? His comparison, made not too long ago, about it being similar to a binding spell suggested that he warmed up with a few. Digging into his memory banks to fish out the spells he forced himself to memorize, he pushed himself up onto his feet, making his way toward a sand-filled training dummy hanging from a reinforced wooden post. He was glad his organization had invested in more modern training equipment. It was a step up from the stick and straw dummies they used to have to practice on.

Placing his left hand on the center of the dummy's torso, he began gathering reiatsu into his palm before shouting, "Bakudō no Ichi: Sai!" Upon activation of the spell, he paid keen attention to what was going on. The assembled reiatsu coursed through the dummy's lifeless body and into its arms, abruptly jerking them behind its back, locking them into place. Dispelling the technique, the boy removed his hand, taking fifteen, one foot long steps backward away from his target. It was time to move on to the next spell.

Crawling Rope was another spell that one unconditioned in using it had to calm themselves and concentrate before unleashing; the only difference was: it was an actual Bakudō. Bringing his hands together in front of him as if to pray, Shimesu began gathering reiatsu once again, encasing both appendages with his energy. "Bakudō no Yon," he started, watching as yellow energy slowly built up around his hands, forming a small, wild spiral when it was complete. Pivoting his left foot back so that his body was turned at an angle, the Kidō practitioner took a brief moment to transfer all of the acquired reiatsu into his right hand before launching the spell. "Hainawa," he exclaimed, parting his hands, throwing the right in the direction of the dummy. The yellow spiral ripped forward, in a jagged, thin stream, crashing into the target before wrapping itself around it, choking the dummy with its increasingly tight grip.

The ebony Shinigami didn't let his consecutive first time success go to his head. They were low level spells, fairly easy and simple with their mechanics. The true lesson learned behind performing the spells he chose weren't the spells themselves, but was hidden within their very simplicity; a fact the boy was reminded to take note of time and time again since joining the Kidōshū. Next in line was a spell he already had knowledge of, but planned to try something different with. Extensive training on reiatsu manipulation would further help him accomplish today's grand goal.

"Bakudō no Hachi: Seki!" Shimesu cried out, summoning a small, round, pale blue ball of reiatsu to his still extended and under turned right palm. Flipping his palm to face upward while keeping a steady flow of concentration on the Kidō, he retracted his arm to examine the sphere, taking note of how much reiatsu it took to create, the size, shape and properties before loosening its particles, allowing it to fade into the surrounding environment. "Seki," he shouted immediately after, quickly building reiatsu as he called upon the technique yet another instance. Almost instantaneously, the binding spell reappeared in the same spot as before, hovering just a few inches above his palm. It was a little unstable at first, being fed too much reiatsu at once, but was promptly mended after the gender indefinite boy caught on to his mistake. Ceasing the flow of energy causing the last spell to dissipate, Shimesu recited the spell's name once more, seeing if he could perhaps build a perfectly stable, fully powered Repulse. He started slow this time, molding the Bakudō into a pea-sized ball before steadily applying reiatsu, increasing its size proportionately until it matched the original. Breaking his concentration on the spell, he allowed it to wither away.

"Alright, I think I'm ready to tackle this one."

Bringing his right hand to the hilt of his Zanpakutō, he drew the wakizashi holding it vertically out in front of him to where the tip of the blade was pointing toward the sky. He took a deep breath before channeling his reiatsu through the weapon, mentally reciting Seki's full spirit chant as a guideline whilst he collected and molded his energy into the technique at the tip of Kyōgien's blade. Like before, he began slow, but once the general shape formed, he took it to its original size much faster than he previously had. "Piece of cake," he articulated with a content grin, his concentration slipping, causing the spell to go out. "Oops," he chuckled, wiping the smile from his lips subsequently, refocusing his concentration.

After getting the Bakudō to return to Kyōgien's blade, Shimesu started exercising his control, slowly manipulating the spell out of shape and down the sharp edge of the Zanpakutō, turning it horizontally to examine as he did. Once he got it to stretch from the tip down to the guard, he reversed the process, slowly taking it back up the blade and down the blunt side. Repeating this until he got the hang of it, the boy brought the Bakudō back to its original point at the tip of Kyōgien, canceling the technique. Now that he had accomplished summoning the technique at full power with no command, and learned how to manipulate it in different ways, it was time to put the spell to actual use. Walking back toward the training dummy, he raised his left index finger, uttering, "Shō," purposely using a weak variation of Hadō no Ichi to send the lifeless doll into a frantic motion swinging back and forth. Extending Kyōgien toward the target while gathering reiatsu, Shimesu formed the light blue, palm-sized ball of reiatsu at the tip of his blade, letting the dummy swing right into the Bakudō. The sphere ruptured upon impact, sending it into an even more frenzied motion. The boy was surprised it hadn't snapped from its hold. The new equipment was more sturdier than it looked.

Albeit being sent into a compilation of action, the dummy's arms, legs, even torso was as stiff as a board -- a clear sign of the binding spell serving its purpose in paralyzing its target. Distancing himself from the doll again, coming to a stop thirty feet away, the androgynous boy believed he was finally ready to try his hand at Tenran after so many failed attempts before. Taking a deep breath, the boy bent his knees and spread his feet shoulder length apart, turning Kyōgien vertically out in front of him. Pumping reiatsu into the entirety of the soul-cutter, the androgynous boy began reciting the spell.

"Hadō no Gojūhachi..."

As he voiced the beginning of the spirit chant, he removed his fingers from the hilt one by one, manipulating the reiatsu he put into the Zanpakutō in order to make it float above ground where he was holding it. He used what he gathered from Bakudō no Ichi: Sai; spreading his reiatsu evenly into an unguarded or inanimate object, gaining control over the target. The boy proceeded to tap the hilt, kicking the wakizashi off to a subtle, clockwise spin as he bent his arms, connecting them to his waist. Focusing on keeping the rhythm of the spin going at a steady pace for a while, the golden-haired Shinigami quickly grasped the hilt with both hands, catching the weapon upside down, while at the same time concluding the verbal part of the spell.

"... Tenran!"

Upon his command, the energy was pressed forward, resulting in nothing but a strong gust of wind coming from the catalyst, violently blowing the training dummies about. "Well, that definitely wasn't right," the boy mused, figuring he had to spin his Zanpakutō faster. Getting back into stance, he filled his weapon with reiatsu, but aimed toward the sky at a sloped angle. It was a good thing his first attempt was a fail. If it had been successful, a good portion of the training grounds could've been destroyed. "Hadō no Gojūhachi," he began as he spun his Zanpakutō. Using the method of manipulation he trained on Seki earlier, the boy orchestrated the wakizashi mentally, gradually increasing its speed before clutching the hilt with both hands, shouting, "Tenran!"

With little delay, a swirling vortex of wind shot into the air, but minuscule in comparison to how it should've looked. Sweat began forming on the boy's face, the energy consumption starting to take its toll on him. The fact that his warm-up, today, was a little more than the usual didn't help much either, but Shimesu was certain he was close to achieving his goal. Slumped over with his hands on his knees, the ebony Shinigami continued to think, panting a little from exhaustion. What was he doing wrong? Was he not using enough energy? Was there not enough force behind the spin? His eyes suddenly widened as he came to the realization, and he immediately jumped back into stance. He was determined he'd get it this time.

Beginning as he always did, the boy channeled reiatsu into his companion, holding Kyōgien toward the sky prior to letting go of the hilt. Nudging it to spin in a clockwise motion, he increased his reiatsu while concentrating more on the blade, getting the Zanpakutō up to fan-like speed, making where he should grab a hold of it indistinguishable from the rest of the weapon. He was a little weary of whirling Kyōgien so fast, concerned he might miss his target and lose a finger or two, but he had it figured out, now.

"Hadō no Gojūhachi," he initiated in the middle of his Zanpakutō's rotation, knowing he had to be both quick and precise with his timing. Conducting the blade to come to an abrupt stop in the ideal position, upside-down, he swiftly seized the viridian hilt in both hands. "Tenran," he roared, directing the accumulated energy to the fore, firing off a widening blast of rapidly spinning wind that traveled a distance into the air before its current died out.

Breathing heavily, Shimesu wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shihakushō, sheathing his Zanpakutō afterward. His contemptuous grin danced back onto his lips as a sense of relief came upon him. His resolve came from his previous practice with Hainawa, reminding himself that the energy put in had to march the energy dished out when there was a delay in the spell's creation. He may have started strong, but trying to catch his hilt while concurrently forcing reiatsu out of it was his downfall. In the first two instances, he had gotten carried away, losing sight of slow walking before starting to run. Now that his training for the day had come to an end, he headed back to his barracks for some well deserved rest.

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