Ichigo's Shugo Akuma
Author's Note: This is where the action finally picks up with a internal struggle between Takeno's soul and his sword's soul.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE STORY ITSELF
Last Tensho was able to finally unlock the shikai form of his zanpakutou only to find that his was one that didn't change back. Takeno is beginning to fear that he may not be able to reach shikai and that Tensho would pass him up.
I walked into our barracks and began to meditate trying to have a conversation with No Haru. The moment I entered the clearing within my inner world and looked upon Yama No Haru's pond, he rose from the water as an exact mirror image of me. He stepped out of the water with blade drawn poised to attack. "You want to unlock my shikai states, then prove yourself against me in battle."
No Haru jumped at me with all his might in an attempt to catch me off guard. Right about now I was starting to thank whatever gods are out there for all the intense training I had undergone. The moment I saw him leap I had my sword drawn and prepared to defend and counter-strike but he was faster than I had given him credit for and I nearly cost me my life. It appeared as if he changed direction in mid-air and tried to come at me from my flank but he also underestimated my speed and agility. Before he could even connect with a single strike I came at him from his rear landing a blow to his right shoulder blade and before his blood had even stained the ground he landed a heavy blow across my left side.
We continued on like this for another few moments before No Haru leapt back and shouted out "The world has two reflections" before his blade began to glow and split into 2 separate swords also growing shorter in length. I looked on with the cold touch of fear clawing its way up my spine. I knew that if I didn't focus real hard, real fast I would surly die. Before I even had time to react to his unleash of shikai, he charged at me yelling "prepare yourself because I won't hold back anymore." With that I was on the defense for fear of being killed by my own zanpakutou only being able to get a strike at him in between blocks but every time I attempted to counter a strike No Haru just used his second blade to attack my opening.
This pattern continued on like this for many minutes until I noticed an opening in his attack pattern and I went for this singular chance I had to defeat him. When he tried to bring down both katana in a downward arc towards my right shoulder I ducked under his arms and brought my sword across his back in a reverse grip spin slice. Before I react though he appeared in front of me with both zanpakutou pointed right at my jugular, it would appear that I had just cut down an after image.
Yama No Haru just looked at me and began to laugh before reality caught up to him, he was looking at an after image and my katana was pressed right against the back of his neck just barely causing a stream on blood to drip down his back before he slumped his shoulders in defeat. He turned back to look at my face with determination in my eyes that I would prove to him that I could wield him. He simply looked at me before he dove into my sword and it began to take on a new form, it grew by a few inches and the colors reversed, the blade was now a golden-bronze and the handle wrapped in a silvery clothe. I could feel the power resonating throughout the sword, through my arm and into my very soul.
Ok guys I felt this was a great point to stop as this will end my first day of uploading on fanfiction and this is still just scratching the surface of all the ideas I have for this story. Thanks for reading and if you could review it helps, thanks as always.