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Currently, 4/10 - Asauchi (Cost 6 to complete) *Everyone can thank Phearo for this Omake Boost, and since I nearly forgot, Narasan for the previous one!*

Saturday, January 8th, 2011

Hebert Household, Brockton Bay

You sit pensively across from your Master, once more in the cramped basement of her house. You can't tell what is sadder, that your Master obviously hates training in all of its many beautiful forms, or that despite that hatred, she would still prefer it to being forced to go socialize.

"We need to find a better place to train." You say absently, eyes flickering over your Master's form as you fully internalize the fact that you are bequeathing the secrets of the soul and it's usage to someone while surrounded by almost literal garbage. The Old Man would be furious.

"We can't. Dad's here." Taylor answers immediately, staring dead ahead at a point just over your shoulder.

"That doesn't have anything to do with how hard this room makes it to do laps would it?" You ask rhetorically, watching your Master sweat slightly under your stare.

"It- It can't be helped! If we were to go somewhere else, we wouldn't be able to protect the house!" She blurts out, her shoulders tensing in response to your query.

"A-anyway, just... what are we doing today again? Hurry up and start throwing rocks at me again or whatever." She continues when you merely hum in response to her statements.

Then she frowns and mouths the words 'Hurry up and start throwing rocks at me' once as if trying to figure out specifically what is wrong with that statement. In your opinion - nothing. Legally speaking, probably quite a lot.

At the very least, you're glad that your Master has gotten accustomed to training the right way. You've seen some of the crap the people of this Earth consider exercise, and it's pathetic. Your not sure who convinced these people that taking a mild jog around a park for an hour was good enough to qualify as 'training' but you wish you could meet them, just so you could headbutt them once, for weakening the species as a whole.

Of course, you are having this conversation instead of training right now, because there is something of a snag in your current methodology. A snag you're sure your Master would protest heavily if she were to have it explained to her. Which is why you've been sitting here for the last five minutes trying to find a way to do just that.

What you are trying to do, is bestow upon your Master the core of a Shinigami's fighting potential. The foundation upon which all else is typically built. A Zanpakuto. Or... well... an Asauchi. A baby Zanpakuto. The problem is that, in your experience, there are three ways to get a Zanpakuto. The first is to have it given to you in the Academy. The second is to kill a guy and take his before he graduates from the Academy. Neither of these are an option for you, and given that you lack the skill to directly craft one, that leaves you at option three.

"Master." You say solemnly, hardening your heart.

"Y-y-yes." She stammers at you, obviously sensing the dour direction your thoughts are taking.

"I gotta stab you." You explain bluntly.

"...huh?" Taylor grunts in confusion.

"It's the only way. This Emulation knew a guy once who got his sword that way. It totally works." You explain, standing and drawing your blade from the sheathe at you waist.

"Okay wait, stop, time out. This isn't training!" Taylor exclaims, jumping to her feet and backing away from you.

"Look I swear it won't kill yah okay? I ain't setup that way." You say, pointedly avoiding words like 'maybe' and 'hope'.

"Nope. I changed my mind. I refuse. I'm gonna go see if Parian is still at the-" Your Master says with a scowl, before twisting out of the way of your light stabbing motion and reflexively kicking you in the chest so hard you fly backward into the stairwell and bounce slightly off the concrete wall present there.

"Emmy! I forbid you from stabbing me!" She yells at you, even as she leaps bodily over you and straight up the stairs, deftly making her escape.

"Come on!" You cry out, annoyed. It isn't like she could stop you if you moved at your top speed, but you just... really can't make yourself try that hard. Stabbing Master - even for a good cause - just isn't in your nature.

"Do I want to know?" Danny asks, peering down the stairwell at you.

"It's just like gettin' a needle at the doctor you know? It stings at first but then you have a magic god damn sword!" You scowl, yelling past the man towards your Master who is peering at you from behind him.

"Why are you so certain I need the sword?" Taylor scowls back at you. "I'm plenty strong enough right?"

You snort derisively at the comment.

"I fought Oni Lee! With my bare hands!" She defends irately, squinting at you through her glasses.

"You survived Oni Lee with your bare hands." You correct, standing up and stomping up the stairs to throw yourself petulantly into the couch.

"You even gave me that Combat Thinker power! I was doing fine!" Taylor insists, following after you and standing awkwardly to the side while you argue. You move to counter that point too, then smile slyly at her as a thought dawns on you.

"We could always practice something else at the same time? If we find a nice open place like, say, the backyard, we could spar for a bit?" You suggest innocently.

"Oh and I'm sure you won't even try to stab me while we're sparring," Taylor answers sarcastically, clearly unamused. You shrug.

"You just gotta trust me on this one Master. We can get you some practice fighting, and when alls said and done you'll probably have a Zanpakuto. Unless you don't think you can handle me when I'm barely even tryin' to hurt you." You say, grinning crookedly.

"Stop that. I know what you're doing. I'm not five." Taylor says, rolling her eyes.

"Can't take it huh? Maybe I should aim for something softer for my next guy? Maybe someone from the universe of cuddly animals? A Unicorn perhaps?" You say blithely. Taylor looks momentarily taken aback by the jab, before setting her jaw firmly and glowering at you. To the side, you can hear her Father sigh tiredly at the exchange.

"...I'm gonna hit you so damn hard." She growls eventually, standing up to jog up to her room.

"Where ya goin'?" You ask curiously, noting that she definitely isn't headed towards the backyard.

"To put my costume on! Train in what you fight in!" She yells back, accompanied by the sound of a door slamming.

"What about all the secret identity crap?" You ask, confused. Danny looks at you like you might be an idiot, which is particularly offensive coming from him.

"Emmy, Taylor barely even has a secret identity. You blew up part of her school." He says, continuing to look at you like a very strange bug.

"Oh. Eh, it was stupid anyway." You say, before striding out to the backyard to wait. You can just barely hear Danny mumbling something about hot-blooded morons being contagious as you go.

You choose to ignore the statement as the slander it is.

You are absolutely not contagious.