Chapter 4 © Mampf
Disclaimer: Nothing except the OC belongs to me.
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The bright rays of the morning sun gently wake me.
I yawn loudly, stretch myself and hop off the bed.
"Good morning, Muller-san", Unohana, who is currently tending the wounds of another shinigami greets me with her never-fading smile.
"Good morning Unohana-taichou", I reply.
"I see, you have fully recovered", she states, "Your training starts today. I'll get someone to lead you to the 11th division"
"11th division?", I ask, so she explains me that the members of the 11th are the most skilled fighters in Soul Society.
After some time a boy about my age walks to me. "Muller-san?"
I nod.
"I'm Hanatarou Yamada, 7th seat of the 4th division. I 've got the order to take you to the fighting grounds."
Sensing his discomfort I let a small smile play across my lips.
"Alright. Let's go!"
Eventually we approach the battle grounds, where some men are fighting.
"Eh, Yamada, looks like you brought us fresh meat today", a bald fighter calls out.
"Ikkaku Madarame, third seat of division 11"
"Adrian Muller"
"You like fighting?"
"I prefer to avoid trouble as much as I can, but if I have to, I can defend myself", I answer.
A mischievous grin appears on Ikkaku's face as he leads me towards a large, open space.
"Draw your weapon", he demands.
With a flick of a thought, the glowing sword appears in my hand.
"Since you are a newbie, I'll go easy on you!", the bald man shouts and runs at me, his blade threateningly pointed at my gut.
Somehow I manage to see every motion of him, I start to wonder why he is that slow.
I easily avoid his attack, moving my sword toward him.
With a metallic BANG the two weapons clash together.
"Damn it, you're fast", the warrior yells.
He takes his sword and pushes the hilt and the scabbard against each other. "Split, Houzukimaru!"
From one moment to another his sword changes its appearance completely. It now looks like a bamboo spear, quite intimidating I think.
Again he dashes at me, notably faster than before, but still quite slow.
I once more await him coming close, then suddenly disappear, only to reappear behind him and cut his back.
"What was that?", he asks, clearly injured. "You're supposed to be a newbie. You shouldn't know shunpo yet. And you shouldn't be that fast."
Shunpo? What is shunpo?
Suddenly Ikkaku spits blood and collapses on the floor.
"Oh my god, what have I done?", I ask myself, looking shocked.
Hanatarou, who was watching the whole scene, runs toward the unconscious man and places a healing spell on him.
"You are quite strong" A huge spiky-haired guy with a captain's haori suddenly stands beside me, an amused look on his face.
"Kenpachi Zaraki, Captain of the 11th squad"
"E-erm....sorry for hurting one of your men. It actually was the first time I fought with that weapon", I stutter, clearly frightened of the man.
I expect that he would probably punish me for beating Madarame, but instead he pats me on the back.
"He deserved it for underestimating you"
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Yay, 4th chap! I know, it's bit of an overkill knocking Ikkaku unconscious with a single hit, but I couldn't resist writing:D
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--Mampf