Fifth Division Spar

Thysix was standing at the bottom of a cliff, back straight for his full large form to show. He was in his training uniform, only a loose pair of pants without shoes. His Zanpakto, Ironside, was on top of the cliff, the point stuck into the ground so it’s metal handle stuck into the air. Thysix stared at the giant boulder before him, rough, earthly, not yet smoothed by erosion and time. Every hidden crevice filled with detail, every corner sharp and solid. It was so beautiful in it’s simplicity, and it could’ve been created for that soul purpose. Thysix ran his hands over the surface of the rock, looking over for any weak point. A few minutes past, and after no weakness was found, the captain stepped back.

He closed his eyes, pointed his index finger at the boulder, and slowly moved it toward the rock. Slowly, his finger touched the boulder, but as soon as it landed on the face of it, the rock burst into thousands of pieces, falling with a clatter onto the ground. Thysix opened his eyes and stared at the ground before him, now littered with pebbles. He knelt down and picked one up, staring at it. How interesting that something that big could be just as beautiful scaled down. The fifth squad captain set down the pebble carefully, putting it in the exact same place it had been.

He stood up, turned to the cliff rock face, and looked up. In another mood, the cliff would have been nice and leisurely to climb, with easy hand and footholds. But for now, Thysix was content with simply getting his Zanpakto. The captain jumped up the rocky cliff, a feat that would have been impossible for most shinigami, but simple for one with his power. He took a seat next to Ironside pulled the knife out of the ground, it’s pure surface reflecting in the light of the bright sun. Atop the cliff was a sight similar to that below, heavy boulders and rocks surrounding him, natural barriers and platforms. The ground rolled gently into a hill, allowing higher ground. Thysix realized with a smile that he felt more like he was in an arena rather than the outdoors. An arena with diverse landscapes and set for battle, but an arena none the less. The captain stood once again, scanning the landscape for anyone he could test his skills against.

Zeal held his Zanpaktou up to his face examining the reflection of his blood red eyes. The sight fascinated him much more than it should have, for no specific reason that he could point out. Removing the katana from his line of sight he glanced out over the cliff-side he was positioned next to. Sometimes, in the hustle and bustle of things, one forgot how much beauty the Soul Society held. He took a deep breath of fresh air as the wind blew, tussling Zeal's ash white hair along with the garbs he wore on a daily basis. The shinigami's uniform had become such a common sight, it rarely crossed his mind anymore. As a matter of fact he had begun thinking less and less, he was becoming...Lazy. he thought thats the word I'm looking for. It almost physically pained him at the thought That's going to have to stop... thought Zeal as he stood up from his sitting position at the top of an enormous cliff.

Zeal immediately felt a stiff sensation run through his back, causing him promptly and instinctively to stretch. Stepping away from the rock he had been siting on Zeal began practicing with his zanpaktou. Repeating slash after slash. He had been doing so for about 5 minutes when he heard the sound of crumbling rocks. Zeal swiveled around holding his blade straight in the direction of the noise. His adrenaline began to pump as he felt their reitsu, that is, before he realized it was his captain. He watched him shatter a rock in the valley below the cliff then scurry up it like it was what he did for a living. Zeal continued to hold up his zanpaktou What an odd sight, thought Zeal to see your vice captain holding his zanpaktou in your direction. He waited for his captains reaction, I think my training sestion about to get a whole lot better. thought Zeal.